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»→38. A fight get's Physical

Harry:

You walked through the door of your flat, pissed. Harry was right behind you. You had been giving him the silent treatment all night. The two of you had went out for dinner and Harry started to flirt with the tall, blonde, waitress, right in front of you. "What is wrong with you?" Harry question. You were shocked. Harry's mad? Harry has no right to be mad, this is all his fault! you thought. "You embarrassed me!" you exclaimed. "What?! Stop being a jealous bitch (Y/N)" he shot back. "I could never be jealous of that slut" you scoffed. "She was not a slut!" "Oh my god, are you really defending some girl you don't even know?" "Actually, you're only slut in this situation." He said chuckling, though he was still mad. "Don't you ever call me a slut ever again" you said, your voice quiet yet powerful. You turned away and started to walk upstairs, you were done. "Or what?" you heard Harry murmur. You turned back around and your hand quickly met his face, leaving a reddened print on his cheek and then walking out the door.

Niall:

"So what has Niall told you about the 'Rock me' music video they're filming?" Perrie wondered. "He told me all about it, it sounds cool" You told Perrie though the phone. "I thought so too! I heard Louis is refusing to tell El anything! He wants it to be a surprise!" she giggled. "Yeah I know she's been begging me for just any info on it...but I'm not telling her anything! I think she can wait until tomorrow" You laughed. "So...did you and Niall talk about the kiss yet??" Perrie asked simply. "What kiss?" you wondered. "Niall didn't tell you? Well basically in the video Liam and Niall have to kiss these girls" she explained. "You're joking right, no Perrie tell me you're joking" you begged her. "I'm sorry, I just assumed you and Niall talked about it..." she said awkwardly, knowing you were not happy. "I'll call you back Perrie" you said quickly hanging up the phone and going upstairs to where your boyfriend was. You crossed you arms and gave him a death glare. "Uh-oh....Whats going on?" Niall asked you."I don't know Niall, you tell me...because I hear that you and Liam will be kissing girls in the video" you said with an angry tone. "Yeah, so?" he said carelessly. "So...don't you think you should have asked me, or at least told me about it?!" you yelled. "I didn't think you would care..." he said turning his attention back to the TV. You walked over to the TV and shut it off, still angry with him. "Niall! Really?! Is it that hard for you to treat me like I'm actually your girlfriend?" you shouted. "What are you talking about?! I am sooo good to you (Y/N)! I give you anything you ask for!" he argued. "Oh ok yeah, sure Niall" you said sarcastically. "You know what? I'm leaving" you said grabbing your purse and going towards the door. "Ok fine. well I'll help you out then" he said harshly shoving you out of the flat, slamming the door. You fell on to the floor of the hallway and noticed the scrapes which surrounded your knees and hands.

Liam:

Liam was drunk, for the 4th time that week. In the cab ride home from the club he couldn't keep his hands off you. Once you both got home, Liam started to pull at your clothing. You hated the idea of drunk sex, you always wanted it to be meaningful. "Liam stop, you're drunk." you told him. "No I'm nottttt" he slurred."Yes you are, you need to go to bed." you said firmly, helping him up the stairs to the bedroom. "Thats not what I had in mind" he chuckled darkly kissing your neck. "Liam. Stop. Maybe tomorrow, when you're sober" you said trying to pull him off of you. "No. (Y/N) I want younow, and I'm going to have you now" he said pulling you closer to him and collapsing on the bed. You had never seen Liam this drunk, you figured it was best to get away from him before he did something to you that he would regret later. You quickly picked up your phone and called Harry, who you knew wasn't drunk, he had stayed in tonight. "Harry can you come get Liam please, he's drunk" you whispered. "Oh sure (Y/N)" he said hanging up the phone. "Don't call Harry! He'll ruin the party!" Liam slurred. He stumbled off the bed, walked over to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. "Liam get off of me!" you pleaded. "No. (Y/N) I 'm not letting you get away, now get in the bed" he demanded. You tried to squirm out of his grasp. But he held you tight, too tight. "Ow Liam you're hurting me!" You yelled. But you knew he didn't care. Luckily just in the nick of time Harry bursted into the room (He has a key to your flat). "LIAM GET LET GO OF HER NOW" He yelled while getting you out of him grasp. You thanked him quickly and then ran. You ran to Harry and Louis flat knowing that was your safest place to go.

Louis:

You and Louis had been fighting a lot recently. They were about stupid little things that wouldn't matter later. But you never really talked about, or forgot about them, so tension was building....

"Ugh Louis stop! like honestly stop, you think that you're always right all the time and you're too stubborn to admit when you're wrong! Just stop being such a hard ass and own up to your, many mistakes!" You yelled at him, you were in another argument. "Well you know what (Y/N)?! You're the most selfish person I know, everything has to be about you, you, you. You want all the attention to be on you 24/7" he yelled back at you. You were enraged, you knew your cheeks were probably bright red. "I want the attention? Um have you forgotten that you're a fucking popstar! The attention is always on you!" "and I bet you like dating a popstar yeah? because all the attention you get from it!" he shouted, he was so close to you that you felt him spit on your cheek. "Ew! Back up and get out of my face!" you said shoving him backwards. He pushed you back instantly and your back/head hit the wall hard. The pain rushed in and you held a hand to your head, while you slid down the wall and started to cry.

Zayn:

You were softly whimpering under the covers, just like every other night this week. "Oh what now!?" Zayn asked turing towards you, obviously annoyed. "Your "girlfriends" on twitter are sending me hate again, and your tone is not making me feel any better." You said taking the blankets off of you and scowling at him. "Well I'm sorry but you need to get fucking used to it, you can't cry your self to sleep every night, honestly its irritating" he admitted. You couldn't believe your ears. "Irritating? you don't understand how hard it is for me to deal with this, and all I want right now, is some support!" you cried. "I gave you support the other 500 times so by now you should know how to handle this, we all get hate so suck it up and stop being so dramatic about everything!" he said getting out of the bed and going downstairs. "Why are you being so rude right now?" you questioned after following him. "Why are you being so needy right now?" Zayn countered. That's when something snapped in you. Your mood instantly changed from sad to mad and before you knew it you had punched Zayn in the jaw, leaving what was soon to be a bruise.