A/N: I TOOK THESE OFF OF TUMBLR TOO! OOPS! THEY WERE JUST SOO CUTE! I HAD TO! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DID!!!
NIALL:
“I cannot believe you just said that!” you shout angrily, storming towards the door. “How insensitive can you be, Niall?!”
“Are you seriously calling me insensitive? Did you hear what you said to me not ten minutes ago?”
“That’s not the point! I came home all upset over something that happened at work and you didn’t care at all - what did you want me to say?” you wail, tears beginning to prick your eyes.
“Not that!” Niall scoffs, seemingly disinterested in the conversation.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you suddenly say, deflated.
“What?! What are you talking about? Can’t do what?” Niall asks, now paying full attention.
“I can’t do this…us. I’m done, Niall. All we do is fight over the stupidest things; it’s not even worth it.” Tears trickle down your face now, as you turn your head to try to hide them from Niall.
“Why would you say that? I mean, yeah, we’ve been fighting a lot more than usual, but all couples go through things like this. Things will smooth out again eventually. It’s just a stressful time for us both. You can’t just quit on us like that,” he babbles on, all the while you just shake your head dismissing all of his statements.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but this has just been the final straw. I’m sick of the constant arguments.”
“So you’re giving up on us, just like that?” he asks, his tone a combination of anger and devastation.
“I’m done,” you state simply, unleasing a new strand of tears.
“No. No, I’m not letting you go that easy,” he fights, his voice now shaky as you spot the glistening tears gathering up at the corners of each eye.
“We can fix this, I know we can. Baby, just don’t throw in the towel yet. Please…” he begs as a tear falls halfway down his cheek before he swipes it away with his fingers. The sight of your boyfriend so fragile really tears at your heartstrings, and before you know it, you’re nodding and agreeing to give it another shot.
LIAM:
As you bring the laundry upstairs so Liam can pack up a few things from it for tour, you hear light sniffles coming from your bedroom. “Coming down with a cold, babe?” you asking, dropping the laundry basket onto the bed next to his suitcase.
He grunts, trying to cover up the additional tears threatening to fall as he grabs for a couple of things out of the laundry basket.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask gently, touching a light hand to his bicep.
“I don’t wanna leave you,” he mumbles bluntly.
“What? Baby, this isn’t the first time we’ve been through this… I know it sucks, but we’ve done it before and we can do it again,” you assure him with a lame attempt at a smile.
“But it’s never been this long before… I just hate having to leave you all the time for weeks or months at a time. I hate being away from you like that.” The look on his face brings knots to your stomach. You never want him to leave anymore than he wants to, but things have never been this bad before; he’s never before been brought to tears over it.
