One Direction Preferences

95. One Of You Doesn't Feel The Same

Harry: You’re forced to watch him bring girl after girl home, heart breaking a little more with each girl. He’s your brother’s best friend, nothing more and nothing less. He plays with your emotions, pulling you in before pushing you away with a laugh and you break further. Harry Styles doesn’t want you, never has and never will but that doesn’t stop your heart from wanting him. Not even after bringing home another nameless girl he’ll never see again. Not even after kissing you before declaring he wants nothing to do with you, pulling and pushing until you finally break. And then he’ll smile because he won; won the game of your broken heart, making it impossible for anyone to want you because you’re stuck in a white room rocking in a chair you’ll never leave. But still, you know the risks but that doesn’t stop you from hoping and wishing that one day… Harry will see you and save you.

Liam: He watches with a heavy heart as you stay with a man who misuses and abuses you. He loves you but you can’t allow your heart to feel the same. He wants nothing more than to save you, to reach a hand out and pull you from the depths of hell you refuse to believe you’re in and into the haven of his arms. But you stay with a man who uses fists and kicks to show his love. Your mind is warped and there’s nothing Liam can do to save you from yourself. He tries, so hard, to get you to see that he’s the better choice. To see that gentle hands and loving words are stronger than hateful spits and powerful fists but you refuse. So he watches, forced to sit back as you cover another bruise and smile at the man you love that will never be him.

Niall: The hardwood is cool beneath you as you stare at the ceiling fan above you. The small swirling movements do wonders to your racing heart but nothing helps your racing mind. You just spilled your heart to Niall Horan, your brother’s best friend and he rejected you. He doesn’t feel the same; you’re like a sister to him and blah blah blah. Your eyes slide shut and he’s in your mind, mocking you for your stupidity because he’s Niall Horan and you’re just… you, a normal girl with a normal life. The worst part wasn’t the rejection but the pity because he knows who he is and you’ll always hate him for that. But you won’t, you love him and that’s the worst part. 

Louis: He’s your go to guy for dating advice. You think since he’s so popular with the ladies he would be the best candidate to give your helpless ass some guidance. What you don’t realize though is that you’re killing him with every guy you get help from him for. He wants so badly to tell you how he feels about you, but he just can’t because you’re mindless to his kind gestures, and only focused on guys that aren’t him. You haven’t even thought about him in that way, but he wants everything to do with you. He knows he’s better than anything you’ve ever drug home but getting your to notice is almost as impossible as you actually finding the right guy on your own.  

Zayn: Friend’s with benefits, that’s all the two of you were ever going to be. He called you when he needed to relax and for nothing more. He had no idea that the love you had for him was greater than anything he would ever experience. You had to deal with your situation though. You were as close to him as you were ever going to be. You thought to yourself every time you left his flat how could he not feel anything. How having sex with someone, so often, still left him not wanting to make you something more than just a phone call. It upsets you every time you think about it, so you just push the thought out of your mind and wait on the next call.