Harry:
Harry had come home from a night out with friends. He stumbled in after midnight, and you could immediately smell alcohol on him. You stood from the couch and saw him trying to walk over to you.
“Hi baby” he slurred, wrapping his arm around you.
“Hey Harry,” you say, hugging back, “you should probably head to bed babe, you look tired”. He grabbed your cheeks
“You are beautiful, you know. Absolutely lovely.” You smiled. Even though he was drunk, you still took what he said to heart.
“Thanks love, let’s get you to bed” you grab his hand.
“I don’t want to go to bed” he says and shakes his arm so you let go. He shakes so hard you end up falling. He walks into the kitchen, and you stay on the floor, shocked. You hear him make food then go to bed. You begin to cry. He didn’t even apologize. You sat up on the couch, pulled the throw blanket over you and went to sleep. The next morning you wake up to Harry making breakfast.
“Good morning love” he says to you as you walk by towards the bathroom. You blow him off, continuing to the bathroom. He sticks his head out in the hallway,
“I said goodmorning!” he called out.
“You pushed me to the ground last night, Harry!” you called back, and you heard footsteps moving towards you quickly.
“I did what!?”
“I took your arm last night and you shook me off and pushed me to the ground.”
“Y/N, I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you are but it doesn’t change anything” you spit, as you shut the door in his face. You hear clinking and clanking as you wash your face. You get in the shower, put on your robe and fix your hair before heading out to the kitchen to get a drink.
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing at two huge black garbage bags. Harry turns around, surprised to see you.
“It’s all my alcohol. I’m throwing it out. If it causes me to hurt you, I don’t want it.” You smiled at the sweet gesture and pull him in for a hug
“Just drink in moderation, babe. I don’t want you to throw it out, but you have to be careful when you drink.” He pulls away and smiles,
“Absolutely babe, whatever you say” he says and kisses you.
Niall:
You and Niall were at Nando's. You had just finished dinner, and you were about to leave. You noticed the crowd out front, and got nervous.
“Does this place have a backdoor?” you ask innocently, trying to avoid the crowd.
“Y/N, I deal with this every day. You can do it once” he says as he pushes past you.
“Well then” you whisper, as you follow Niall out. You walk out and meet Niall at the door. He grabs your wrist and pulls you through. His grip is tight and he is not gentle with his pull. You are literally dragged through the crowd. He let you go when you got out of the pack and you walked beside him the way home. When you get inside, he takes off his coat,
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he smiles. He clearly didn’t understand he had hurt you. You glared at him before taking your shoes off.
“Or not? What’s wrong?”
“Niall, you grabbed my wrist so tight it’s going to bruise. And then you dragged me through a crowd of people” you said, storming off into your room. You lay in bed and go on Tumblr. You see the pictures of you two leaving the restaurant, and it looks bad. You know Niall is going to probably get trouble for that. It doesn’t make you feel any better. You hear to door creak open and you flip over on your stomach so he can’t see you. He comes and sits on the side of your bed.
