One Direction Preferences:
He accidentally makes you cry <3
Harry: He's come home after going to the shop and is raging with anger,
"I can't fucking believe it." He snaps, throwing the newspaper onto the living room table and storming into the kitchen. You get up and follow him now concerned,
"Harry what's wrong?" He's leaning with both hands on either side of the sink breathing a lot heavier than usual.
"THOSE FUCKING NEWSPAPERS SAID I'VE CHEATED ON YOU AGAIN." Your jaw drops,
"With who?" He shakes his head,
"It doesn't matter who, all that matters is that it's a load of bullshit."
"Why won't you tell me who?" You frown,
"BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MATTER, I NEVER DID IT." You turn away from him and go and pick up the paper, this time they've snapped him with Rita Ora, Harry had been spending a lot of time with her but you didn't think anything of it. You throw the paper to the floor and walk out of the house in tears, you don't know what to believe now. You go to the park just round the corner and sit on the swings, swinging back and forth letting the tears fall. He'd never made you cry before but you always ignored the rumours, but he seemed pretty defensive this time. A few minutes later you notice a figure walking up to you, you look up to see Harry but ignore him and look back down. He squats down in front of you and takes your hand,
"Look babe, I just got annoyed okay? The newspaper's always make me seem like some man whore when I'm really not. I try my best to let everyone know that we're together going strong but they don't go along with it, they snap me with some other celebrity and put it all over the papers. I'll never love any other girl like I love you, I promise. I'm sorry for making you cry but it just got to me, do you forgive me?" You nod your head and he pulls you into a tight hug,
"I'm sorry baby, I love you."
Zayn: He's sat on twitter going down all of his hate tweets, he's scrolling through them all and getting angrier every time he sees a new one. You notice the slight change in his mood and go to take his phone away from him,
"IT'S NOT A BOMB YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SCARED." He shouts as he throws it across the room, you frown at him.
"Zayn I didn't say it wa-"
"I KNOW BUT I BET YOU WERE THINKING IT." He runs his fingers through his jet black hair and you bite your lip, trying to stop the tears.
"You know I'm not like that." You say in between sobs.
"Whatever." You decide you can't stay with him whilst he's being like this and take your car to your mum's house. When you get there she just lets you in without any questions, you lie together on the sofa watching your favourite film but are disturbed by a knock at the door. Your mum gets up and opens it, you listen but all you can hear is mumbling. The living room door slowly opens and Zayn walks in with flowers,
"Hey princess." He begins, you sit up with the blanket still wrapped around you. He takes a seat next to you and hands you the flowers, your mum goes upstairs to leave you to talk.
"I'm really sorry for flipping out at you earlier, the hate was just getting to me. It's every time I go on twitter, you know I'm not that strong." You nod,
"You still accused me of agreeing with them." He sighs,
"I know I did, but I regretted it as soon as I said it. I know you don't agree with them, you love me and I love you. Can we please go back to how we were?"
