one direction prefrences

You leave him at the altar part 2

Part two guys

Sorry it took so long to write but hopefully it's worth it

I'm sorry Liam's is short

Part 2

Niall- you were running as fast as you could down the shore line, just to get away from it all.

After a while you found a small cave, you thought it would be a good place to rest as you were pretty tired and you had stepped on a broken shell barefooted.

You sat down on a rock and brought your foot onto your knee to look at it, it wasn't too bad but was bleeding a bit. You had small tears on your chin and cheeks; you had stopped because you had simply run out of tears and energy.

After a while of sitting there in silence you heard someone running on the sand, you stayed quiet incase they saw you and thought you were some crazy miss Havisham.

"Y/n?" You heard someone shout into the cave, you gasped and held your breath. "Y/n" you realised it was niall so you were even more determined to not make a sound, but unfortunately your white dress stuck out like a sore thumb. "Y/n, what was that about? I thought you knew not to listen to that bullshit" niall said running over to you and engulfing you in a hug; Letting him cry into your chest.

"Those girls were right though" you snivelled

"What are you talking about, that was the biggest load of shit I had ever heard" niall mumbled as a tear slipped from his own cheek.

"No, it wasn't. It was dead accurate. In a few years you will realise I'm not enough. You need someone prettier, skinnier, richer. I'm none of that niall! Can't you see that" you said raising your voice and waving your arms around for emphasis.

"But you're all that I want" he said equally as loud hugging you tighter "you're all that I need" he whispered.

Zayn- you sat on the bed of the hotel you were staying in, you had no clue what to do. You had no phone, money, clothes. You were stuck in your wedding dress, looking like a lunatic running around; you might as well wear a headband saying "I swear I'm sane" because that would make you look more normal.

You lay there numb. You weren't crying you were just thinking of what you'll do now. You can't go back. You can't stay here, you have to do something, but your head was just a mush of sad and upsetting images of zayn and your relationship and also images of him and a random stripper walking home instead of him walking home with you.

At around 7 am there was a knock at your door, you looked in the mirror before you opened the door.

'Yes, I feel I look significantly mental' you smiled to yourself.

When you opened the door no one was there, only a small pile of clothes by your feet - the receptionist must of seen you check in last night and felt sorry for you. You smiled lightly and picked the pile up and walked back into your room. When you began to unfold the neat pile you realised these were all your clothes. Who ever put them there you were eternally grateful for but how did they find you?

At around 9 o'clock there was another knock at your door. You were now dressed in your comfy jeans and wooly jumper, you had fixed your make up using the hotels free make up wipes in the bathroom.

"Hello?" You said to the person at the door, he finally turned around and it was harry "harry, what are you doing?" You shot at him as you realised he might of brought zayn.

"She's here mate" he shouted shoving his foot in the door as you tried to shut it.

"No, please" you shouted realising the boys had come looking for you.