Harry:
You were laying on the couch watching a movie when your boyfriend Harry came into the house, slamming the front door. Startled, you jumped up and peeked around the wall.
Harry spotted you. "WHAT!?" He shouted.
Shocked, you started to stutter. "N-nothing. I-i just heard the front d-door slam and it scared m-me." Harry has never risen his voice at you before.
"Well sorry I scared you." He said, sarcastically.
Concerned, you walked up to him and placed your hand gently on his shoulder. "Harry? Is everything alright?"
He shrugged your hand away. "No Y/N, everything is not okay. Why don't you just stop being so freaking annoying and all up in my business and leave me alone for once, yeah?" He shouts and storms off down the hall.
You we're stunned. Harry has never been so harsh to you before. You couldn't help but let a few tears fall as you grabbed a blanket from the hall closet. He wanted space, he was getting it. You decided to sleep on the couch tonight.
Niall:
"What the hell is this?" Niall shouts as you set a plate of food in front of him. You had just prepared a meal for him. It was his first night back from tour and you wanted to do something special for him.
"It's chicken casserole babe. My grandmother's recipe." You smiled at him.
"It looks like vomit! I can't eat this!"
You frowned. "Gee, thanks Niall."
"Seriously Y/N. You can't cook worth crap. Why don't you just stick with frozen prepared meals from now on." He says. "Here. Enjoy your vomit." He scoops his plate of food onto your plate and let's the dish clatter to the floor as he exits the room.
Niall has never been so rude to you before. Upset, you threw your plate and the casserole dish into the trash, making sure it was loud enough so Niall would hear.
You grabbed your keys and purse and shouted down the hall to Niall. "I'M HEADING OUT TO GET YOU FAST FOOD, YOU UNAPPRECIATIVE DICKHEAD." Satisfied, you slammed the front door on your way out.
Louis:
"Y/N, come to the movies with me." Louis kept begging you all day long.
"Lou, I really don't feel good. Can't we just stay home and watch one of our numerous movies in our collection?"
"Damn it Y/N! You never want to do anything anymore! All you do is make lame ass excuses about not feeling good or having things to do around the house. You're boring now! I'll just go call one of the boys. At least they like doing things with me." He storms off.
Your mouth dropped. You weren't boring...at least you thought so. And you weren't making excuses. Recently you found out you we're pregnant with Louis' baby, and the first few months were hard on you. You haven't told Louis yet because you were scared. But now you didn't want to talk to him. Not when he was being rude to you.
Liam:
"What?" Liam says blankly as he answers the phone.
"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" You mumbled.
"Yes." He said rudely.
"I'm sorry Li, I just wanted to talk. I miss y-"
"I know. You miss me. I get it Y/N. You tell me this every single second of the day. It's getting old Y/N. Seriously. This is my job. You need to understand that. You also need to understand that you can't call me like every single hour of every day just to tell me you miss me. I can't keep doing this with you. Just stop being so annoying and obsessive with me. Geez." He shouts.
Shocked, you yelled right back at him. "Well excuse me Liam. Excuse me for being the pathetic girlfriend who misses her boyfriend that she hasn't seen in almost a year. Excuse me for wanting to talk to you. Excuse me for calling so much. I won't call you ever again Liam. I'm sorry for being so annoying to you. You want me to leave you alone? Fine. Wish granted. Maybe we should just break up then since I'm apparently too obsessive. In fact, maybe we should. Then you'd be free from me, the annoying girlfriend. You wouldn't have to worry about getting calls from me every day and listen to me express how much I miss you. That's what you want, right? Of course it is. Goodbye Liam." You say and hang up on him, not wanting to hear his reply.
You began to cry, realizing you just lost the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Zayn:
Again. It was happening again. All the hate on twitter. It's all you've been receiving lately and it just makes you even more upset. You've asked everyone nicely to stop being so rude towards you, but it just made it worse. You thought about deleting your twitter, but it was the only way to keep in contact with your family.
Zayn, your boyfriend walked into the room. Noticing your mood, he plopped next to you on the bed. "What's wrong?"
You sighed. "It's happening again Zayn. The hate. I can't take it anymore. Can't you tell them to stop?" A few tears escaped and rolled down your cheeks.
Groaning, he got off the bed. "I can't keep telling them to stop Y/N. It doesn't work. They won't listen! You can't keep coming to me whenever you have a problem. Try growing some balls and tell them to screw off! Do something on your own for once. If it bothers you that much, just delete your account!" He shouts, his voice rising with every sentence. He exits the room, obviously not wanting to listen to you anymore.
You began to sob. Loudly. Never has Zayn ever spoken to you like that. You always took him to be the supportive boyfriend. Taking his advice, you deleted your twitter. You would make a new secret account in the morning just for your family. You began doubting your relationship with Zayn. If you weren't with him, this wouldn't be happening.
Maybe you should end things?
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Hi. Don't hate me for this. I didn't mean to make the guys so rude. Eek.
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