One Direction Preferences

52-The Break Up

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  You stared at your boyfriend, confused. Correction, your ex boyfriend. The words felt foreign and un-welcome on your tongue. You really didn’t understand. You and Liam were happy and then all the sudden, he pulled the ‘we have to talk’. He said something about happiness, space and pressure, but you couldn’t hear over your racing thoughts. You blamed yourself. Maybe you weren’t there for him, or didn’t look good enough to be in the spotlight with him. If he gave a reason, you didn’t hear it. He steps towards you as if he is going to hug you and you shove him back, now angry. “We were happy.” You say glaring at him. You’ve never been this hurt before. “I’m sorry ___.” He states and you can only look into his big brown eyes before you look away. “Just leave Liam.” You say turning your back on him. He sighs and you can hear him almost say something, and you feel a breeze, letting you know he’s left. You hope he can’t hear your cries as he walks to his car.

Louis:  A letter, you got a letter. You knew Louis hated confrontation, but this was new. You came home after spending a week at your parents, to give Louis the space you thought he needed, and sitting on the table was a letter with your name on it, and your favorite striped shirt of his. You start shaking your head, knowing what’s coming, tearing to open. ‘___, you don’t know how much I don’t want to write this letter. I need time to figure things out, and I don’t want to do that while hurting you. I want to see you smiling, not un-happy, which is how you’ve been with me lately. I’m so sorry I’m doing it like this. I couldn’t take it face to face. –Louis’ You can barely get a breath in, and you feel dizzy. You were never unhappy with Louis, yes you had moments but he made you the happiest you’ve ever been. You wish you got to stop him. But he didn’t give you the chance. You tear up the letter, throwing it away, and you move to throw the shirt away as well, but your body stops you. Instead you end up on the kitchen floor, clutching it as you cry.

Zayn:  "Why are you acting like you don't even care?" You ask Zayn, staring at him as he zones out on the couch. "What do you want me to do? I can't think of anything to say." He drones, shoving his hair back. You had finally had enough of Zayns moods lately, you lost it. It was hard watching him so distant from you. You wanted to talk to him like you two used. It’s almost like you two just grew apart. Of course there were days where everything was how it used to be. But you can only hold onto those for so long. "So that's it? This is how it going to end." You state, your decision to break up with him now hitting you hard. You tear up and look away from him. "Well at this point I wish we had never started this because I feel like fucking shit right now." He says, getting up, now standing across from you. "You don't mean that." You say, your voice cracking as you shake your head. "This was your choice, ____. Not mine. I wish you would let me fight for you, but I know I can't win." He says, walking out of the living room and slamming the door. You automatically fall to the floor, now sobbing.

Niall:  You pick up the pieces of glass on the floor carefully, Niall next to you. He whimpers slightly and you look over to see him crying slightly. “We can’t keep doing this. I’m hurting you too much.” He states his blue eyes locking with yours. You glance at the mess around the house. Niall had been angry lately about everything. You had no idea what happened, but you tried to be there for him. Tonight your fight had gone further than ever, Niall slamming a small mirror on the ground. You knew he would never touch you, but this side of him still scared you. You nod, starting to cry as well. He embraces you quickly. “I’m so sorry.” You bite your lip, not sure what to say, you simply kiss his cheek and walk out in a daze. You swear as you hop into your car you hear another thing clash to the ground as you starting to cry loudly.

Harry:  You glance up at Harry from your spot across the table. His tired eyes search your face and he sighs. His hair is a mess and his face is dark, he doesn’t look like your normal happy Harry. “We both knew this was coming.” He drones, and his tone is more morbid than usual. Your relationship had turned into a fight against itself. You bite your lip and nod, starting to cry, the rumors around your relationship finally got too much to handle and you and Harry have been taking it out on each other the past two months. When he said you two ought to see other people, it hit hard, but it would be easier. You need a normal person, and he needs someone who understands. No more crying over hate, no more having to hide from cameras. “Still hurts.” You state covering your face. “___, move on from me. I really do want you to be happy.” He states and you can feel him standing over you. “I want you to be happy too.” You mumble into your hands, afraid to look at him. You feel his familiar lips press to your head before you hear the door close. You let out what sounds like a scream, before sobbing, his scent still lingering.