One Direction Preferences

The breakup

Preference #21 The breakup

Harry: Out of all the girlfriends, you received the most hate. You used to ignore it, because what else would you do? Retaliating would only lead to more hate, and you’ve already had enough of it. You had the support of your family, and most of all, Harry. He was there for you, but you know he’s been hurting, too. The gay accusations have gone to an extreme, if that was even possible. Your day would end with either of you crying, sometimes even both. But you endured it, because you love him and he loves you. But, when the fans got physical (multiple times), it was it. The both of you accepted it. It wasn’t your time. Your break up was full of tears, not out of spite or anger, but of hurt and heartbreak.

Liam: The two of you had a fallout. You were the perfect couple and everyone admired you. You loved him and he loved you, but the people’s expectations of your relationship became a big burden. The both of you would restrain yourselves when you think that something you want do isn’t something (Y/S/N) would do. You were both too conscious of what others thought of (Y/S/N) that you disregarded what Liam and (Y/N) thought and felt. You both ended up miserable. So before things got worse, you saved yourselves from the ruins and let each other go.

Louis: You weren’t supposed to hear it, but maybe it was best that you did. They were at the living room and he was talking with Liam about you, not knowing you were around to hear it. “It feels like she’s my anchor. And not in a good way. Like, she’s making me sink, you know? I feel like I’m drowning. It’s fucking crazy, mate. It isn’t supposed to feel this way, right?” Liam was about to say something, but he saw you standing near the doorway, so he stops. Louis looks your way and tells Liam he should leave first. When Liam does, you slowly walk to him and sit beside him on the couch. The both of you stay silent for a while, but in that silence, you know it’s over. You feel yourself sinking. Maybe you really were an anchor. You wipe the tears threatening to fall from your eyes and say, “I don’t know what I did to make you feel that way, but I’m sorry. I really am. It’s not supposed to feel that way.” He looks at you, and you can tell he’s about to cry, and it made your heart break even more. “I’ll get my things tomorrow. I… I’m sorry, Louis. But please know that I love you.” You walk out before you change your mind and beg him for another chance. Because he feels like he’s drowning when he’s with you. You don’t want him to feel that way, so you let go and drown for him instead.

Niall: He was on tour while you were busy with uni. At first, the two of you tried to make it work. You call and Skype each other as much as you could and it actually looked like it was going to work. Soon, however, it started to feel like a chore. The both of you felt that you had to call or Skype each other because you had to, not because you wanted to. The contact eventually started to die down, and so did your feelings for each other. One night, he calls you, and before you could even answer it, you know what it’s about. His call was brief and straight to the point, just like he always is. But it doesn’t change the fact that it hurt. “I think we should take a break. This isn’t working anymore. I’m not happy, and I’m sure as hell that neither are you. This distance is just too much and I don’t want you to stay there miserable because I’m away and you can’t see me. You don’t deserve that.” All you could do was agree, because what was the point of arguing? His mind was made up. So you agree and say goodbye. And you cry, because even if your communication was lost, your feelings for him weren’t.

Zayn: Your eyes were red from crying and his voice was hoarse from shouting. You’ve been going through the same process for a while now. You shout, he shouts back, you shout, he shouts more, you sit down to cry, and he stops and sits down with you, energy drained. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” you say in between sobs. And you know he’s given up as well, because all he does is sigh. He hides his face in his palm for a while, and you hear him sniffle. Before you could even touch him, to comfort him, he stands up, not looking at you. “I’ll pack my things.” You quietly watch him pack and you wish you could stop him. You love him, but you know that you have to let him go, so you do. And as he finishes, he looks at you for the final time, so broken and crushed, to say, “I’m sorry it had to end like this. I really am.” You were too.

(Y/S/N)- Your ship name