One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Diana: Liam

Liam: 

How could someone not miss you at all? 

I would never mistreat ya 

*Liam’s POV* 

I held his crying girlfriend in my arms. Harry’s. Not mine. 

Sadly. 

I want her to be with me. I’m so in love with her it hurts me. It pains me physically to see them together. I could treat her so much better than he does. Y/N came to surprise him on tour because he’d been quiet and hadn’t been talking to her at all. He just ignored her. But she came to visit us on tour and her and I went to his room in the hotel and found him in bed with another girl. 

Then she ran out. I glared at Harry and went after Y/N. I found her down the hall a bit, looking like she was trying really hard not to break down. She saw me walk towards her and she just broke down and wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my shoulder. And now I’m sitting on the couch in my hotel room, comforting her. Harry didn’t even run after her. Didn’t even apologise when she found him. Just looked shocked and embarrassed. 

He doesn’t deserve her. Not at all. It’s killing me to see her like this! How could he not miss her?! I missed her and she’s not even my girlfriend! 

“Love try to forget it,” I whispered in her ear. She was sitting in my lap, her legs out to one side and her head buried in the crook of my neck as she cried, hugging my torso tightly. 

“I can’t Liam... he hasn’t missed me. He’s been too busy fucking every girl except me!” she cried out. I wiped her tears away with my thumb as she brought her head up to look at me. 

“I know love... I knew nothing about this. If I did I would’ve told you,” I assured her. 

“I know Li. You’re a good guy like that,” she said snuggling up to me. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. “Why can’t all guys be like you?” 

“What good’s it doing me? No one wants me,” I sadly stated. 

“That’s not true Li. Millions of girls want you,” she joked back. I saw a hint of happiness go through her eyes and then disappear again. “Just like with Harry,” she said, starting to get choked up again. 

“Y/N...” 

“I should’ve known it’d end like this. Every girl wants him. But I thought he was different to what the public made him out to be...” she wept. 

“Don’t cry love. Don’t give him the satisfaction.” 

“Liam why did he do this to me? I thought he really loved me,” she uttered, nuzzling her head into my neck again. 

“I don’t know love. I thought he did too,” I ran my fingers through her hair and caressed her wet cheek. “You deserve than him if he’s going to do this to you.” 

“Who? Who’s gonna love me enough to make me feel like I’m special? Like I’m loved, appreciated, valued, missed when they’re away... I can’t find a guy like that. Have I set my expectations too high or something? Is that asking too much?” 

“Of course it’s not. Every girl deserves that. Especially you,” I assured her. 

“Who’s ever gonna love me like I want to be loved?” she asked, sounding like she was pleading with the world. 

“Me...” I whispered under my breath, half hoping she hadn’t heard me. She picked her head up off my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. 

“Liam?” she practically whispered.