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#8: (Song Preference) The City by The 1975

#8: (Song Preference) The City by The 1975 - beanies-on-cupcakes

Louis: “Yeah, well, she said ‘It’s your birthday / Are you feeling alright?’”

He shouldn’t have been there. He knew that much, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t want to be at home with you. He didn’t want to be with you at all. Of course you were fighting. You were always fighting now. And that’s how he found himself here, dancing with this girl whose name he didn’t even know. “Somebody told me it’s your birthday,” she giggled, pulling him closer by his collar. “Has it been a good one?” “Not really,” he admitted. She smiled and took his hand in hers, leading him toward the door of the club. “Let me make it better.” And he let her.

Zayn: “Don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war”

You hugged your knees to you as you spoke to Harry on the phone. Zayn didn’t know it, but sometimes when your fights got really bad you would call Harry. Not to cheat on him or anything. Just because you needed someone to talk to, someone to tell you that things would be okay between you and Zayn in the end. Harry was a good listener. “(Y/N)?” he mumbled sleepily. You knew you shouldn’t have called so late, but Zayn had just left, probably to go get drunk at the bar, and you needed to talk to Harry. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I just need to talk. I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just… We’re fighting again.” Harry sighed heavily. “This isn’t a fight, (Y/N). A fight happens once. Over and over again? This is a war. It’s time to put an end to it.”

Liam: “Get in the shower if it all goes wrong”

Nothing was going right anymore. All there was between the two of you was arguing. You loved him, but you didn’t know how to handle it. He had come home in the middle of the night again, stayed out doing God-knows-what and ignoring your phone calls. It seemed like you were strangers now. Strangers sharing the same house. You didn’t even know him anymore. He was never home, never wanted to talk to you. When he came home at three AM this time you just fell apart. You didn’t want him to see you cry, so instead you went to the bathroom and got in the shower, letting the water mix with your tears as you wondered how you had gotten here, so far away from what you had once been.

Niall: “You got pretty eyes, but I know you’re wrong”

“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” he said, his eyes locked on yours. There was a hardness in them that you’d never seen before. You’d been fighting for a while now, but he had never seemed to despise you so much. “No,” you said softly. “I would never cheat on you. Don’t you know that?” He watched you for a long moment and shook his head. “Damn it, (Y/N)! If you wanted somebody else you could have just told me! You could have had them without going behind my back and doing it!” “Ni—“ “And don’t fucking look at me like that! All innocent and crap, like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You know it’s true, so just come on out and say it, will you?” He scoffed and turned around, looking out the window. “I can’t believe I was going to try to fix things with you and me,” he muttered. “Niall—“ “Get out,” he said quietly. “Just get out.”

Harry: “Yeah, you wanna find love, then you know where the city is”

You were sitting on your bed, wishing you could close the distance between the two of you. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, scrolling through Twitter on his phone. That was all it ever was between the two of you anymore. Silence, trying to pretend the other wasn’t there. You used to be so in love. How had it turned to this? How had you lost it all? You hugged your knees to you and looked over at him. “What?” he said, his tone harsh when he noticed you. You hated the way he glared at you when he did. “Why don’t you love me anymore, Harry?” you asked your voice small as tears welled in your eyes. His face softened as he saw how close you were to crying. Then he shook his head, seeming just as angry as before. “If you want love, you can go find it somewhere else because you sure as hell aren’t getting it from me.”