"I need you."
Harry
Windy weather that threatened to fall over to rain wasn’t doing it for me today. I walked aimlessly through the streets, trying not to make eye contact with the people I passed. My phone buzzed for the fifth time today, more than what I got on a daily basis. Knowing it was Harry, I didn’t bother to check. He could do whatever he pleased from now on. We weren’t together. The minute he chose to walk out and keep me at a distance was when I lost it. I gave him enough of an earful on his ride to the airport a couple days after. Then it was written everywhere. From newspapers to blogs, and even stretching to interviews and news headlines on E!. I already knew what they had been speaking about. How could she breakup with him? Harry’s heartbroken! They were too good together! Forever was a little too short? Forever was just an empty promise built to make people like me and Harry think other problems didn’t matter. That the real world couldn’t break what we had. Wasn’t I a fool. But I had to go on. Of course, until the moment he was on the doorstep of my house, and the clouds were puffed out enough to cause a thunderstorm. I didn’t need this. “Harry, you’re supposed to be in LA right now,” I sighed, ruffling my hair. “I know. But I just-” Who knew I could snap twice in three months? A record. “Don’t do that! Don’t say you’re missing me when you know you could’ve actually been smart for once and talked to me! Before you walked out and acted like an ass!” “What was I supposed to say?! Besides, now I know I can’t lose you like last time. Hell, the only time. I need you (Y/N), and you know you need me too. Always right? Like we promised,” Harry stepped closer between us, and it was easy to cave in then, but I was torn. “You said the minute you met me promises were meant to be broken,” I smiled and brushed a curl away from his eye. “Good thing I’m an idiot then.”
Niall
Niall’s belongings stayed beside the door, neatly packed in three boxes and one suitcase. I thought when we moved in that he had more clothes than I did. But him being away all the time, I guess his clothes went with him. It was better on both of us. He could live his life and I could do the same. We promised each other we’d be there good and bad, but staring at the empty hallway and sitting on the bed, waiting for him to take his things and be on his way, proved promised couldn’t be so closely kept. I didn’t hear the door open, but smelling pine needles and AX made me gather he was there. He stared at the boxes and then moved his face to me, but I couldn’t look back. I couldn’t break now. I needed to give him up for him to be happy and free and young. Before he ever met me. He would find someone else that was worthy. Not someone who took his time away slowly each day. “So this is it? You just say that we’re through and I have no protest,” Niall choked as he strode closer to me, making pieces of me fall to the floor. I could do this. I could do this….I couldn’t do this. Loving someone enough to set them free was bullshit. “Niall, I need you to be happy okay? Be happy without me. I may not be all for it, but you can’t live two lives. I won’t ask you to. Not for me when you have so many people counting on you,” I cried, water falling from my eyes. “What are you ramblin’ for? ‘Be happy without me’,” Niall chuckled and grabbed my face in his hands. “(Y/N), I am happy. I have you and the career I love and the friends I love. But mostly I love you. Without you…I would give it all up for you, and I’m damn sure of it.” “I can’t ask-” “You’re right, because it’s my decision right?”
Louis
From candles to dinner plates, I had everything planned out. Everything was perfect for my first night in the hotel with Louis. Flying in from home was a hassle, but being finally with him was worth it. The door opened slightly., and I touched up my dress and grinned. When Louis entered, he was dressed head to toe in a grey tux, as if tonight’s concert never happened. He didn’t have a single glisten of sweat on him. “You’re a little fancy for a dinner,” I beamed, not trying to sound sarcastic. I was glad he was trying. Then, I heard Niall’s voice from outside, and my heart sunk. “Louis c’mon! They expect us on the carpet in twenty minutes!” “Just a mo’”, Louis spoke to hush Niall, but it was too late. He was skipping out again, after he promised tonight would be about us. Perfect with no interruptions, but that was shot to hell now, all because of his obligations. “I know I promised-” Now my sarcastic tone was flowing. “Oh don’t worry babe. I’ll sit and wait and then tomorrow you can just lavish me with gifts or ‘the best date ever’ or some more promises. Then we can just pretend it never happened, but of course I’ll remember,” I said, turning away from him and to the window. Paparazzi was hiked outside the hotel, along with the dozen fans. It was understandable, but the only one who couldn’t was Louis. “(Y/N), I can’t win here. If I don’t go, I’ll look terrible. I do go, you’ll hate me. This won’t be good anyways,” He spoke solemnly. “I won’t hate you Louis. I just need you to understand how I feel. I don’t like it when you do this, but there has to be some type of line where your job and I meet. I can’t keep waiting for you to realize that.” I decided to grab a wine bottle from the lobby cooler, so I walked out of the room with tears threatening to spill and praying Louis would get it. Someday.
Liam
I knew keeping people at arm’s length was my backup plan. It had always been when I sensed I got too close. From friends to family, I never took bias. It was just how I was. Liam knew it too, but I knew he wasn’t all too happy about it. He wanted me to let him in, to trust him, but being in the situations I have, he can’t expect me to. I had been hurt, cheated, lied to. I didn’t need another reason to prove being distant was the best thing for myself. “You know (Y/N)?! You’re so damn stubborn and far away! I don’t even know where to go from here. What do you want from this? ‘Us’?,” Liam bellowed. I thought the whole house would shake, me included, but I kept my ground. He couldn’t yell like this, even though he had every right. I knew being out of reach with Liam was torture for him, but I couldn’t get close. “If you don’t already know, you can get the fuck out!” The house definitely shook when he slammed the door as he left, and I broke. Falling to the ground, I cried and trembled thinking about how he was wrong. How I was wrong. I didn’t know how I ended up in bed, but Liam’s arms wrapping around me explained it all. He always did that. “(Y/N), I love you, but you need to understand. I need you to trust me,” He spoke. I never heard his voice tremble before. “I need you to actually have faith in me. Faith in knowing my heart is with you every second, even if others in the past made you realize they weren’t with you a hundred percent. But I’m not like others. I’m your boyfriend..and I love you.” I turned to let him know I was awake, and pressed a light kiss to his lips. I knew he couldn’t stand by and wait for me to open up, so I had to try. “Liam, I love you. You know I do, and I know you’re not like everyone else, because someone like that wouldn’t have stayed around this long. I may not be the best at this, but I’ll try for you. Always.”
Zayn
Back and forth was how we went. From all around in love, to spitting harsh words in each other’s faces. It wasn’t that we didn’t love each other, but maybe we did too much. Being in love was the shittiest yet best feeling possible with Zayn. Yet on the ball, I didn’t know where his feelings lied. “So, how was hanging out with Lou,” I remarked sarcastically, knowing tabloids had already pictured him with her. “Cut the shit (Y/N). It was just a drink, and Louis was there! So chill.” The plate I had clutched in my hands fell to the floor instantly, breaking into tiny shards on our tile. I was still wearing my sneakers from my jog, so they crunched against the glass beneath me. “You don’t get it! As per usual! You can’t fucking understand how much this hurts. How hurtful it is to see you being with anyone else but me. Your friends and family is different, but girls that I barely know around you, is hurtful. But I guess that’s just the common schedule being your girlfriend right?” I pulled myself away from him, trying to pick up the pieces I broke. I hated myself when I did this. “What the hell do you want from me? What the hell do you need from me to make this shit work, because I don’t know what to do anymore!” “I need you to need me back,” I stifled on my sobs,”I need you to feel the exact same way I do, or better yet let me know maybe how you really do feel. I know I should already know, but damn Zayn, can’t you just remind me once and a while, considering how much we argue nowadays?” I stopped cleaning and sat on the couch slowly, waiting for him to burst out and leave or fall into a fit, but no. He strode to the bedroom, closed the door quietly, and didn’t come out at all. I crawled up with a blanket and fell asleep, wondering when we’d work like we were suppose to.
