Niall: I turn to look at you as silently as I can. The only noise audible is the sound of the bed sheets rubbing together. You deserve so much better than this. I know you don’t think so, but you do. And I just wish that I could give you that. You’ve gotta believe that I’ve been trying so hard to feel something, but I can’t. And I can’t keep doing this to you. I love you enough to know that I could never take advantage of you, like I’ve been doing, ever again, and that I’d kill any guy that ever did what I’ve done to you. I just don’t love you enough to love you forever. I make my decision and slide out of bed, careful about where I step. Before I go though, I want you to know that I’m not sorry because this is for the best. I scribble just a phrase, “We can’t do this anymore. -love Ni,” on a slip of paper and leave it where I know you’ll find it.
Louis: "We have tried! Dammit Louis I can’t try .. I can do this anymore!" You look like you’re on fire and trying desperately to find water, but there’s no use because it’s a drout. "But, baby. We belong together, me and you." You sigh and put your hands over your eyes to finally take of the hard stone mask that you always feel the need to wear, like it’ll shield you from heartbreak. Your eyes are swollen with tears. "No Louis. We can’t do this anymore." I just stare in disbelief as my last hope falls sown your cheek in the form of a tear drop.
Zayn: I hold your hand and guide you into the office where my manager told us to meet him. He looks angry witch causes us both to tense up due to how fed up we both are. “Mr. Malik, Mrs. Y/L/N, please take a seat.” He speaks to us like we’re teenagers called to the principal. He immediately slams a paper down on his desk. The cover is a picture of us kissing, caught by the paps. You look so beautiful in the picture, even if it is blurry. “What!” I snap at him, which takes him aback. “You two can NOT be seen in public. I forbid it!” Your eyes look at mine, sad/ “NO!” I stand up and pull you with me. “We’re dating, so fuck that and fuck you. I’m going to tell everyone we’re dating because I love her! What are you gonna do? fire me? We can’t do this anymore, and we won’t do this anymore.” I pull you out of there confidently and proud that I finally stood up for us.
Harry: I stand up from the couch and chase you around the house to get my beer back from you. The party isn’t really crowded anymore, but it’s hard to follow you because I’m hammered, but you are too so it’s a little easier. I finally catch you back in the living room where you fall on the couch. The It’s basically just the rest of the boys and a few other friends at this point. I pin you down on the couch so you’ll give me back my drink. You smell great, like flowers and nice pretty things. Not like beer, which is curious because I know that you’ve at least downed four. You’ve always been like that though, that’s why you’re my best friend. I can’t control it, I guess without all the blocking, my heart is finally doing what it wants. Your lips taste like you smell, and it’s pure bliss until you pull away and smile at me. “…We can’t do this anymore.” I whisper in your ear before pulling you into a passionate kiss.
Liam: I look stare at the bathroom door. It seems farther away some how. I came in and you were puking, again, just like every morning. This time I brought something something though. I don’t realize that I’m breaking the plastic bad until the box falls out of it and onto the floor. The bathroom door opens right when I bend down to pick it up. You look devastated. I knew you would, but it needs to be done. I look up and walk over to you calmly, “We need to know. We can’t do this anymore.” I hand you the box and kiss your forehead before we find what’s going to happen in the next eighteen years.
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