One Direction Preferences

"I Love Him"

*IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END!*

WARNING: sensitive topics:)

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Liam:
You crawled on your hands and knees, making your way to the nearest bench. As you pulled yourself up, you saw your legs in blotches of blood and the palm of your hands scabbed already-not to mention the pounding in your head. Your eyes looked around, making sure no one saw the scene that just happened, but with your luck, someone did. A tall, broad figure came running to you. "Excuse me," they breathed out while sitting next to you, "I just... I just saw what happened and wanted to make sure you're okay. You seem hurt, do you need anything?" You looked up through blurry eyes, seeing the figure beside you stare into your eyes. Shaking your head, you prayed for him to leave. The man noticed you not willing to spare him a moment's word and took the opportunity to say something more to you. "Was that your boyfriend?" He asked, you hoping he wasn't looking for more than a head nod which was all you offered up. The man sighed, looking saddened by everything that happened before him. You were confused as to why he would be upset but you did not say a word, truly not wanting to speak. "Why are you with him? I mean, I don't know what it's like between you two, but it seems like he's bad to you." Your eyes met his in a moment of gratefulness overcoming your previous thoughts. A stranger defending you could only save your heart for moments; they cannot defend you from what could happen to you with someone else. You decided it was best to keep it all quiet about sticking up for your boyfriend. You took these minutes to think of how to reply. "I'm (Y/N)." You said, extending your hand and waiting for an introduction as well. "Liam." He responded, hesitantly and shaking your light hand. "Yes," you said, finally clear of tears, "that is my boyfriend." He looked at you, really trying to read you but not much luck came across his face. "Why are you with him if he treats you like that?" You sighed and you knew you couldn't hide the fact that he does what he does from Liam, you wouldn't be able to play it off. "Because... because I love him."

Harry:
Of course, with your brother being in a band with boys, you're eventually going to end up with a crush on at least one of them, which happened fairly quickly. That crush turned into a boyfriend and you can totally tell your brother was not fond of it. "I just don't get why it's such a big deal Zayn, we've been dating for a while now!" You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that Zayn was so mad you're dating Harry. "It's a big deal because it's my band mate, my best friend!" He shouted, slamming his fist on the table and making you jump. Harry's arms wrapped around your shoulders, making you calm down. You breathed out, getting frustrated. This mess has been going on for weeks and Zayn has reduced his speaking to both Harry and you although you two have been dating for quite a bit. "And?" You snapped. "And I don't want him to get distracted from his work because of a girl, and because I know how it is with touring and I don't want you to get hurt if anything happened!" He said, arguing back with all he had in him. He took a sip of his drink, gulping it back and slamming it on the table. You were shocked, feeling like his words hurt you more than Harry could, and Harry himself wasn't so happy either. "...Because of a girl?" You whispered, hearing Harry mumble something next to you, "me hurting her?" Although soft, the words were not inaudible for Zayn. "Ugh, you know what I mean. I just really care about you both." His words were bothered and his face showed it. You knew he cared and that he was trying his best to keep you both happy and safe, you just didn't see what that point needed to be made this way. You sighed, placing your hand over his, "I just," you smiled as his face was brought up to meet yours, "I love him."

Niall:
"I know, but you need to keep your kids under control! You're the one that wanted them," you said into the phone to your best friend as you cleaned the apartment. Your hands worked over the sink with the plates, suds going everywhere. "Well, is he helping with the kids? Is he around?" As much as you loved your friend, her marriage problems were getting a little out of hand. You noticed her complaining more and more about not having help at home because her husband isn't there and that her kids are driving her crazy that she doesn't know what to do. She has been thinking about a divorce but you knew she'd never pull through with it. You're waiting for her to take your advice about it, but you know she won't listen to you. "(Y/B/F/N), listen to me, it's bad that he's not there and you know it. We don't know what's happening for sure, but we're pretty sure we know. I think you should take my advice, it's got to be for the best." You dropped the last dish into the cupboard and leaned against the counter with your arms crossed. You were not only tired of cleaning, but frustrated with giving advice you know won't be heard. Just then, Niall walked in, dropping his bag and shoes and giving you a smile. He walked over and pecked you on the cheek, telling you he's going to take a shower. You nodded as your friend rambled on in your ear. She talked and talked for twenty minutes now, since Niall has gotten home, an hour since you've called her. "You know I can always help," you've moved from the counter to the table, sitting and keeping your fingers busy with a twist tie you found laying around. You twirled it around your index finger as your friend moved the subject from her to you, asking how things are with Niall. "Really good. I mean he's coming home late sometimes because he's recording or whatever, but things are really good." You giggled, thinking about your relationship with him. You couldn't resist, he makes you happy. Your friend asked why you continue to put up with these things knowing that he isn't much around. "Well because..." You smiled to yourself, "I love him."

Louis:
You sat there, on the ground, in the cold air next to the stone planted into the ground. You clutched the white paper in your hand, using it to wipe the salty water flowing from your eyes. Words spilled out of your mouth, your friend sitting quietly next to you, eyes not leaving the cold, molted rock. "I miss you," you whispered, touching the top of the stone, "things aren't the same here without you. You know our cat has been sad too, he misses you a lot." A small giggle escaped your lips, trying your hardest to not let the emotion take over you. "Your little pets aren't there to make him fall asleep anymore. Your hugs aren't there to make me feel better anymore. I just... I really miss you Louis. I'm so sorry things happened this way." Tears spilled out now, uncontrollably pouring from your eyes. Your hand clutched the tombstone, holding on to it for dear life. Your friend saw your shaking body and held it close to their chest, soothing your by rubbing your hair and making you calm. You looked up at them, eyes big and watery. "I love him," you said, stating the obvious with nothing more to say in your vulnerable state. "I know," they said, "I know." You whispered once more, your eyes looking back at the writing on the stone, "I love him."

Zayn:
Lately, your house has been hell. Ever since you and Zayn have come out to the fans about your relationship, nothing has been the same, and even your own mother can't handle it. "For fuck's sake (Y/N, he's a bad kid!" She's been trying to convince you of this for as long as you can remember, and you just don't get what she doesn't see. How can she not understand that he's genuinely a great person? Does she just not want to? "Mom, you're being ridiculous. Can't you just see how sweet he is?" You're practically pulling out your hair at this point with trying to make her understand. She refuses to and you can honestly say that you don't care anymore; you fight for him and that's the only reason. "(Y/N)," she says, in a mocking tone, "just step back and look at him and what he's done." You looked at her now, eyes full of ager and confusion "Like what?" You snap. She's a bit taken back, not only by your attitude, but by the question. She doesn't have an answer and you know it. "Like... make that stupid video with Louis, smoking?" She says, more of a question than answer. You groan, throwing your head back in irritation. "It's just a stupid mistake, everyone makes them! It's not like you haven't made any before, we all know you have and I have and you've forgiven both you and me yet you can't find it anywhere in your heart to forgive someone I love?" Her eyes soften and she sighs; you've got her now and you have to hold back your smile. It's refreshing knowing you've beaten someone at their own foolish game. She opens her mouth to say something, and then closes it, looking at the ground then back at you. You cross your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows and implying for her to say what she wants. "What was that last thing you said?" Her tone is trying to be assertive but you know she's deflated in words. You answered, more confident that you thought, "I love him."

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