Preferences One Direction.

31. Overdose

30. Overdose

Louis: This has been the 17th time he has tried to contact you, but it went to your voice mail, again. He has settled himself in a corner ever since he was flipping through your old pictures. The pretty and tall brown haired girl he had been with after you, even got rejected when she tried to put her arms around him. He sent her home, he felt sorry for her how she was the rebound girl. But even having that, didn't work out for Louis. He takes another sip from the wine bottle he once got gifted by his mother. "Take the goddamn phone, (Y/N)," his patience has dissapeared after the 2nd phone call, "I really need you to fucking pick up right now." After the 21th phone call he gives up. He throws the wine bottle against the opposite wall, breaking it in a crazy amount of big and small pieces. He gives a groan, messing his hair up even more. He recently found out through mutual friends that you have a new boyfriend, at first he played it cool giving a , "How nice for her, I have a new girlfriend as well." But the truth is even though he has a new girl, he never could forget you. In drunk state, Louis decides to head over to your house. He wasn't sure of why he would, or if he can give a good reason to bother you. He just needed this feeling to go. He didn't look completely like a mess, even though he had a feeling he was on the edge of a cliff and only one person could save him, he was a celeberty. So, he even though he didn't want to put any effort into this, he managed to get a long coat covering the messy clothes and put on a beanie one of his members left. When he arrived, he felt anxious and not just a little. He sighed to himself when he stepped out of his car, he stood a minute to colled himself. What am I going to do? Was the big question. He slowly took steps, moving his body closer to your door. He knocked and you quietly opened the door, the shocked face you made was expected. "L-ouis.." you sighed, "you really shouldn't be he-" but in the middle of your sentece he stopped you. "(Y/N).. what have you done to me?"

Zayn: The air was thick, hunreds of dancing people have been sweating in this room for a few hours now. The sticky floor with cans and cups thrown on the ground migh have been the most annoying thing about parties, if not, then the try-hards who would show up every party. "Zayn!" a faint call from a few metres away was received. Zayn stopped and turned around to see if he knew anyone who would call him. "Hey, Zayn!" a hand placed itself on his shoulder making him turn to the owner of the hand. "Hey, lad." he greeted him. "So, partying, ey?" he remebered this guy. He definitely remembered a little of him, but its just all broken memories that were giving off a bad vibe. He only forgot why. "So, Zayn.. can I offer you some, like in the old days?" Oh, now he remembers why he got bad vibes. He was talking about pills. "Ahh, no, not anymore." They used to be good friends, but he find other drugs. But that kind of a drugs.. he wasn't sure if it was good, or bad. You. "Man, they were not kidding," he replied, Zayn asking him what he was talking about, "they said you changed. Come on, here. Free. Just to you back." Zayn sighed in frustration, "No, haha. Can't do that, she wouldn't-" he was going to mention how you told him to stop taking them, you guys had way too many fights about it. There were nights you cried, yelled, and somewhere it got physical. Which led to the love of his life to leave. You weren't possesive, he knew that. Just drugs were a problem. "You have become soft, really," the guy scratched his head. "You wouldn't say that if I connected my fist to your ugly face," Zayn muttered receiving a 'hmm?' from that so called 'friend'. The guy got impatient and held the pills in front of his face, "One, just one, she won't notice." Zayn got annoyed, he took a look, ecstasy. In the past, he might have took them. But now he just can't. He was about to slap them out of his hand when it happened. "Zayn.. what are you doing?" Fuck. This isn't supposed to happen.

Niall: "Honey," he sang when he came in. Dropping the heavy bags of clothes and other things he just had to take with him to the tour bus. Which were stuff like his favourite cup or bath toys for example. "What! Niall?" you called out of excitement. You were supposed to pick him up tomorrow. "Why are you home so early?" you practically ran to him. "I'm not home early, I just told you I would get home a day later so I could surprise you today," he embraced you and then held you by the waist. "I missed you so much," he squeezed you for a brief moment and then you brushed your lips against his. You released him, telling him you would make him something to eat now so you could chat about his trip. He followed you, "Wait, is that all I'm getting? Honey.. I just came back.. and I missed you," he whined, "spend a little time with me, baby." The low tone in his voice.. that was never a good sign. "No," you said directly you knew he would find his way around things but you knew that right now he could better have a little rest, "you had a long trip." He came towards you, closing the space between your back and his front. Pressing up to you to hint his intention. "I really want you.. right now," the tone in his voice growing darker and darker, "please." He pressed a sloppy kiss under your ear, your ponytail giving him easy acces. "Come on, I know you missed it too, (Y/N)." You felt frozen, the hand you had with a cup in it stopped it's tracks. He had you, and you knew it. The aroused feeling leading you both to the room.

 Liam: "Woa, woa, woa, Liam. What's up with you?" Louis, pushed him back the minute Liam had a strong hold on Zayn's shirt. "What did you say!?" Liam screamed to Zayn, who was confused at the sudden rage of his friend. "Calm down!" Louis held him back. And got support after Niall and Harry walked into the room. Seeing Zayn on the floor while Louis held Liam back was obviously a bad sign. None of the boys have seen Liam so mad ever before. "What happened?" Harry asked after Liam had calmed down. "He talked shit about my girlfriend!" Liam yelled, everyone turning to Zayn out of curiosity. "I only said that I was concerned about you two," Zayn sighed, "you have been lying to us and her. You keep skipping rehearsals and such to be with her.." The other boys weakly nodded in agreement, scared he would go crazy again. Liam walked to the door, everyone watching him carefully, "I want you to shut the fuck up." And he left. When he came home he arrived he hoped to get a piece of rest, he was aware that missing practice and such wasn't good, but not being around you felt like hell. Your image keeps pounding in his head. "Liam.." you called in a soft tone. "Hey love," he smiled. "We need to talk about something.." once you said that he knew exactly what it was about, his smile fading. "What is it.." he asked, knowing it's goingt to be no good. "We need to.. um," you felt bad beginning this, it was hard to.. "we gotta.. we.." He was getting impatient knowing this is going the wrong way, "We need to what. Huh, tell me!" The rage in his voice made you tell it quickly, full of fear. "We need to break up," he gulped, not expecting that. "Look, Liam.. you have been missing practice and I know that I'm the reason.. you.. you have been lying to me and to the boys. I feel like I'm affecting your career, and it needs to stop. Now." He stared deep into you, growing dark. "But I won't let you go, (Y/N). I can't."

Harry: It has been a long night for him, he has been turning and tossing the whole night. Sighing the whole night through. Why though? Because something is bothering him, or rather, someone. His music journal accidentally dropped from the table to the floor, as the waitress you were you picked it up and put it back on the table after asking him if it was his. "Thank you," he replied smiling to you and to tease, eyeing you a little, "I usually hear screaming, how funny." Cocky bastard, you rolled your eyes. "Not everyone is attracted to you, Mr. Styles." Which was a lie. But you were not gonna let him know any of that. But he was intrested. A lot, since most people he knew would cling onto him because now he is in the most succesful group in the wold. If it wasn't 3 A.M. in the morning he would go back to the coffee shop he was earlier this day. Watching you while you work again.. but he won't give into that. Resisting himself, because really, it sounds creepy. He was too captivated, his friend Cal grinning the whole time while sipping his drink. When they walked out of it Harry just couldn't shut up, and even though he didn't want to leave. He had to, it became packed after 20 minutes sitting there with fans. He kept asking Cal questions like; "Did you see that?" "Did you just see how she went into me." "Oh my god, I love that girl." "She is so funny." "Oh Cal, she looks so pretty." "Is that weird to say? Is that weird?" "It's weird right? Yea, yea. It probably is." "I will stop now." "But did you just see her!" Cal probably got a headache after. But one thing was sure for Harry, he already had too much of you, and he needed more.

A/N:

I DIDNT PROOF READ, BC.. IM LAZY.

 Basically what I wanted to write was being obsessed with you..  well yk, to put it bluntly. But I don't know how that worked out. Alsooo, I didn't proof read this so if the grammar sucks.. oops. I'm sorry.

I love you guys, and sorry for being a shitty writing sometimes but know that.. I love you guys.

X

Also, there's a fruit and its kinda yellow and looks like a peach but is not a peach. It's disgusting as hell. So.. don't eat it. 

And no.. I'm not talking about a mango. Mango's are cool. But that fruit isn't, fucking sour as hell.