One Direction Preferences

BSM- He and the boys find out your boyfriend is abusive

BSM- He and the boys find out your boyfriend is abusive

Age range from 15-17

Zayn:(age 16) You walked in to your brothers flat. You we ultimately sore, your boyfriend wasn't the kindest. This time it was because you'd been spending too much time with your guy friend, and Y/B/F/N was jealous, even though he knew that your guy friend was gay. "Hi love- woah, what happened to you?" He stared, wide eyed at why his sister looked like she'd been run over. "Err- I fell?" you answered a bit unsure of what you were saying. "Yes (YN), because you can get a fucking black eye from falling, can't you?" He hissed, sort of picking up the puzzle pieces and joining them to a perfect match. "Ugh, Zayn don't start." You moaned, hurting physically and mentally. "Boys! Get in here!" Zayn yelled, his usually light brown eyes a dark brown. He explained the boys the situation and by the end, the others were livid. "Louis, Niall, stay here with her and take care of her, me and the others will deal with him." He demanded. Lets say for a while, you weren't allowed a boyfriend, but you were completely fine.


Louis: (age 15) You moaned in pain as he kicked your stomach again. "You're a whore! You go around sleeping with my best mates, don't you? Bitch!" He yelled, adding another kick at the end. And by now, you were coughing out blood like water. "YOU BASTARD!" You heard from beside you, a Doncaster accent for sure. You clutched onto your stomach, breath knocked out of you. The boys stood beside him, trying to hold him back, but it didnt work. Louis went pouncing at him, while Liam came over to help you, Zayn rang the police and Niall and Harry were pulling Louis off. That's all you knew before you passed out. You woke up later in a white room. You groaned as you reached up to hold your head. "(YN)?" Louis smiled, from the looks of it, happy you were up. He looked as if you were crying. He hugged you softly, followed by the others, with worried smiles on their faces. Lou then explained he was taken to jail, and you had minor injuries and you were gonna be watched by a hawk by him and the boys.


Liam:(age 15) You groaned, holding on to your now throbbing eye. The tears escaped rather quickly, and he continued to hit you. "You cheating bitch!" He yelled, continuing to punch your stomach. Everyday it was the same. You would hang out with his best mates and that would make you a cheater. Even if you stopped, he would assume. He pushed to the wall, but just as he was about to punch you head on, he was pulled back two wrong arms, and thrown across the room. You slid down the wall weakly and Liam picked you up bridal style, telling one of the boys to ring the police while he took you back home. "Why didnt you tell me? Oh God (YN)" he whispered, gently stroking your cheek, on the verge of tears. "I didn't want you to worry about me" you croaked out. "Oh for gods sake! Your my only baby sister. I should worry about you!" He defended. You snuggled into him as he took you home, where the boys soon came to pay visits and everything was back to normal, and Liam was extra protective


Niall: (age 17) You walked in quietly, pushing the door closed, trying your best not to make any noise. You see, you didn't want Niall to know you were home because you had just come back form a beating. Your boyfriend hated you for trying to break up with him, because he was abusive and he wasn't having it. Which is why you're trying to go to the bathroom and cover up your black eye and cuts with makeup. And let me tell you, it didn't work. "(YN)? Oh my god, what happened princess?" Niall shakily spoke, grabbing you into his strong arms, comforting you as you started to cry. He picked your shaking figure up and carried you too his room, where he rang the boys and explained the situation. "Niall?" You called for him, just as he was about to leave to find your ex. "Yes love?" He smiled a little. "Don't get hurt." You sighed, he scoffed. "Trust me, when I'm looking out for you, there's no way I'm getting hurt. By the time I get back, he won't be able to have kids!" He joked, slight serious tone in his voice.


Harry: (age 16) You had just come back from 'football practice' which was actually a terrible beating from your boyfriend. You were hurting everywhere. Everything bad that happened in Y/B/F/N's life was your fault. "Fuck it all" you whispered, clutching your side, a kick being blown earlier by him. "He (YN) how was foot- what the fuck happened to you?!" He rushed, examine you for anything worse than a big bruise on your forehead. He noticed you clutching your side. "(YN), you can't get so hurt from football. What actually happened?" He suspiciously asked. "Him Harry! He said if I told anyone he'd kill me! But I can't take it anymore!" You gushed, explaining every event that had happened so far. By the end you and him were in tears. He called Louis over to watch you while he wen to deal with your boyfriend. After that relationship Harry had watched you even more and you even more open to him, and boyfriends were a big no-no for a while.