The 1975 Preferences

You Fight

Adam:

"Just shut up for a minute! You've been up my ass every f.ucking day recently about me going on tour and I'm growing tired of it! But I thought you would have understood already! We went over this. You agreed to this!" He yells over you as you have your daily argument about him going on tour. You feel the tears began to prick in your eyes, but you quickly wipe them away not wanting him to see. "It's not the same anymore..." You trail off. "I told you a month in advance! How is it not the same? Please be fucking helpful for once and answer me!" He growls as he begins to pace back and forth across the living room of the apartment you two share. You stare at the floor and bite your lip in concentration. You debate in your head whether you should tell him what changed, what you had recently found out at your recent doctor's appointment but then there was that little part in yourself telling you not to because it would stop Adam from going on tour with the rest of the guys. Suddenly you feel two hands on your shoulders, making you look up to see Adam looking at you with sympathetic eyes. "What is it?" He asks softly. You swallow the lump forming in your throat and choke back a sob. Looking down to your stomach, you place a hand over it. "I'm sorry." You cry, as Adam realizes what you we're inferring. "No, no, no, you can't be!" He pushes you away before grabbing his jacket from the coat hanger and running out the door leaving you and your now forming child inside of you, alone.

Matty:

You began to dig through your drawers as you rush to grab all of your belongings. "So now you're leaving me?" Matty asks as he walks over to you and stands still besides your moving body. "Did you really expect me to stay after all of that?" You cry as you wipe at your eyes, hoping your blurry vision leaves. "She came onto me Y/N!! I swear to you I will never be unfaithful to you again. I love you!" He pleads, grabbing your shaking hands making you drop all of your clothes to the floor. "Please." He tries again, as he sees the hurt in your eyes. You shove him away, as you pick up your clothes and throw them into your duffel bag. "I can't." You croak, as you begin to walk around the room collecting your things, in hopes of not having to face him again. "It was nothing. It meant nothing to me Y/N." He cries, as he walks towards you again. Anger passes through you suddenly and you find yourself turning to meet him in the eyes with a menacing stare. " You call finding a girl in OUR bed making out with you nothing?" You question. "Unbelievable. You're fucking unbelievable." You huff, as you walk back to your bag and shove the remaining items inside. "She meant nothing." He reasons again but with a stronger tone. You couldn't hear him any longer, so you grab your bag, and begin to walk out the door until a hand pulls you back. Having no time to react, you feel Matty's lips against yours. You forget about everything until you remember, and push him back. "She wasn't you." He argues, about to grab you again but you slap his hand away. "And if I meant something to you, then clearly we wouldn't be in this f.ucking situation right now. If I MEANT SOMETHING, you would have never done this." You pick up your bag from the floor and face him once more. "You are nothing to me now Matthew Healy." You walk out the door, and you finally let your tears fall freely with nothing holding you back.

Ross:

"What the f.uck!" You hear somebody yell as you turn your attention away from the unknown stranger whom just kissed you. "Shit." You cursed, as you saw an angry Ross walk off stage from the concert back into the dressing room. Pushing through the crowd, you run back stage and meet an infuriated Ross pacing back and forth. "What in fucking hell was that Y/N?" He pressed as he grabbed your shoulders and shook you. "I-I" You struggled for words as you felt his grip tighten, hurting you painfully. "I'm sorry." You begin to say but are cut for words when he violently slaps you across the face as you stumble back with a hand pressed to your pained cheek. You feel the tears begin to fall down your face as you just realized what happened. You begin to step back as you stare at a confused Ross looking paralyzed as to what he just did. "I-Y/N I am so sorry. I didn't-" He tries to reason as he takes a step towards you but you put a hand up to your face protectively. "Please, don't." You croak as he looks at you with painful eyes. "I just saw you with him and then this anger came over me seeing you two together, and....I Am so sorry Y/N! He pleads, taking another step forward as he reaches to touch you but you flinch. "You promised you would never hurt me." He sees your fear and begins to choke back a sob. "I am so sorry baby, I know what you've gone through and I feel like a monster but you have to understand." He talks hoping to soothe you down but you do the opposite. "He was a drunk! And he kissed me, it wasn't never my intention to be unfaithful to you Ross, but...you hurt me. How can I trust you now if you can't even trust me?" You turn on your heel and run further back stage looking for the nearest exit.

George:

You sit patiently, waiting for George's presence to come flinging the door open once more. It was about to be 3 in the morning and you we're upset by George's reckless drunk nights when he comes home lately, so you wanted to finally confront him about it. You glanced at the clock once more as the big arrow finally hit the 3. You sighed, and stood up from the chair, no longer in the mood to wait up for him, but you froze as you heard the front door open and a drunken George stumbled in. It wasn't long enough until you saw him fall to the floor and grumble. You let a tear fall down your cheek. As angry as you we're with him, it pained you to see him like this so you walked over to him and bent down as you slugged his arm over your shoulder. "Leave me alone Y/N. I can walk myself." He spoke sluggishly as the odor of his drunken stench hit your face. "Clearly you can't even stand George. I'm just trying to help." You sigh as you pull him up from the floor. Surprisingly, he pushes you away as he grabs to the wall in order to stand. "I said I could do it myself. I don't need your f.ucking help." He yells this time looking at you once more before turning. He begins to walk towards your room, but you turn him around in order to face your rage. "First you come home, drunk. Then you bother to reject my help. I love you George...but this." You motion towards his drunken state. "Isn't the man I once fell in love with. What happened to him? What went wrong?" You add as you walk towards him and you stand face to face. You can feel his hot breath but he doesn't even try to meet your gaze. "Please. Just look at me." He finally faces you. He sees your pain but he doesn't even try to understand you. "You came into my life is what happened." He whispers as he turns his back on you again and just stands still. "Me?!? What the hell did I do?" You question, shocked at his response. "You stopped me from having fun. From being my actual self! That guy you fell in love with, wasn't me okay. I'm a drunk. And I don't want to change. Not for you, not for anyone because I don't love anyone but myself!" He yells as he turns to look at you. "What." You whisper, not being able to let his outburst sink in. It couldn't be true, it can't, you thought. "I don't love you Y/N" He finishes as he walks into your once shared room and shuts the door behind him.

A/N

WOW. I was really lagging sorry. Hope you guys like, and you could like comment if you want a second part to this. I don't know, I kinda really liked them so yeah. (: Update Next Week. Have a great weekend guys. BYEEE.