One Direction Preferences

#24 You Break Up.

#24 You Break Up.

Harry: You sit in the corner crying, as you hold the magazine article. You know it hasn't been photo-shopped, and you can guarantee that it's not fake. It's real. 100% real. You hear the door open and his sweet voice yell, "Baby, I'm home!" cheater. "Y/N? Where are you?" he asks, searching the house. You stand up, and brush yourself off, ready to confront him right now. You get up from the corner in the living room, and see him in the kitchen. "I'm here." you say bitterly. "Oh hey, baby." he smiles, and goes for a kiss. You turn your head, making his lips hit your cheek. "Y/N? What's wrong?" he asks. "Who is she?" you snarl, keeping your ground. "Who's who?" he asks, puzzled. "Don't give me that crap, Styles! Who. The. Fuck. Is. She." you shove the magazine in his face, and it drops. He looks at you, his green eyes a different color. A color you don't recognize. "Why?" your voice coils, and turns to a whisper. He stays silent. "I can't do this.." you say, walking away from him, only to have your arm yanked back. "Don't go," he says. "I can't stay.." tears are now flowing freely from your face. "Don't give up on everything we had! Everything we have! You can't leave..we've gained too much to just forget about it! I can't watch you leave, knowing it's my fault!" he finishes. "I wish you had have told yourself that little speech before you fucked her," you snarl, ripping your hand from his grasp. "It was a mistake.." he whispers. "We're a mistake," you say, leaving him to wonder what would happen next.

Liam: You lay in your bed, crying for the third time this week. Liam's at a signing, and you've been reading through all your mentions. The hate you've been getting is unbelievable, and you're sick of it. The nights you've laid in Liam's arms, crying is too many to even count, and now is just one where he can't hold you. You hear a bang, indicating that the front door has been opened and closed. Liam walks into the bedroom, but you can't see him, because your face is buried into your now wet pillow. "Baby.." Liam whispers, sitting beside you on the bed you both share. "I can't take it anymore, Liam.." you say, now rising. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, rubbing your back. "I think we need to break up.." you tell him, not believing yourself what you're saying. "Baby, don't say that.." he says, his eyes widening. "Babe, we just..we can't stay together. I can't take this hate anymore..I'm getting hate from people who don't even know me! They just don't like the fact that we're together, and maybe we should give them what they want!" "I don't want to give them what they want..I want to be with you, I love you Y/N!" he pleaded. "I'm sorry, Liam..I can't do this anymore."

Louis: You look at the pregnancy test again for what must have been the sixtieth time. The little pink plus staring back at you. Worry and fear set in. Worrying that you won't be able to take care of this child, and fear or what Louis was going to say. Right now he's laying in bed, sleeping. Or so you think. "Baby, will you be long in there? I gotta pee," he says on the other side of the door, startling you, making you jump. You stuff the pregnancy box in the bin, with the test, and open the door. Louis grins as he see's you, and gives you a quick peck, then runs into the toilet, and you walk into your bedroom. You have to tell him now. It's now or never. He might want this. He's always said he want children. Thoughts run through your head, and before you know it, Louis is in bed with you again. You sit up, and turn to face him, your legs crossed. "Louis..I've gotta tell you something," you say, trying not to cry right there. "What is it, baby?" he asks, sitting up. "So..you know how you've always said that you wanted children?" you asked, trying to pace yourself through this. "Yea?" he nods, "well, not now obviously. Can you imagine that? God, I'd end up having to quit the band." he chuckles a little, before he see's your face, and his smile drops. "Y-You're not..?" he trails off, waiting for you to finish his sentence. You nod, tears streaming down your face. He doesn't say anything, but stares at you in disbelief. You can't bring yourself to look up, but you feel the bed shift, and you hear the opening and closing of doors. You bring yourself to look up, and just as you thought. He's gone.

A:N- I didn't do the Zayn one because the one I found wasn't very appropriate