One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#45. You're Mistaken.

Niall: As soon as he walked through the front door, slamming it shut behind him and stomping around, you knew that he knew. You knew that he knew that you’d messed up so badly that it was nearly irreparable. He didn’t even come into the kitchen or anything, he just stormed away to the bedroom. When he still hadn’t emerged at dinnertime, you knocked lightly on the door, peeking around it to see him laying on the bed, watching the TV on the wall, although it was on mute. He didn’t avert his eyes from the flashing screen, but he did finally address you. “Why’d you do it, Y/N? Why didn’t you just shoot down those rumors instead of encouraging them? Do you know what we’re going to have to do now to get rid of them?” Finally he turned his eyes to you and you flinched at the mixture of anger and hurt there. “I’m sorry, Niall. I wasn’t thinking and I was a little mad. Do you realize how hard it is to be in love with someone when you never get to see them? And when you do they’re always tired?” You choked back a soft sob, and you heard the bed creak as he sat up, pulling you closer so you stood between his legs. When he spoke it was in a much softer tone, his fingers going up to brush some hair out of your face. “I’m sorry that I’m always gone, baby, but it’s my job and I love doing it. And I’m sorry that I’m always so tired and grumpy, but the rumors and the fans just get to me sometimes.” You nodded, understanding that sometimes the weight of the world, even divided between all five of them, grew too heavy on their individual shoulders. “No, I’m sorry. This new stress is all my fault. I’ll fix it, don’t worry.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips, before suggesting dinner.

Louis: You hadn’t had your period in two months, so naturally you believed that you were finally pregnant. Louis and you had been married for almost a year and you’d both decided that it was time to try to start a family. You didn’t tell him that you thought you might be just in case it was false, but you did tell your best friend when you went out to lunch together and ended up buying a home pregnancy test. From the bathroom where you sat in total silence, staring at the three little sticks on the counter, you could hear the front door open and your best friend say hi to your husband when he got inside. Then you heard the words slip out of her mouth. “Congratulations on Y/N being preggers!” Your eyes went wide and you regretted not telling her to keep it a secret from him. Seconds later the door handle was turning and then Louis appeared, a grin on his face, blue eyes shining brighter than they had in months, “Is it true?” You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m waiting for the results.” You gestured at the tests in front of you. Eagerly you stood there, waiting for the answer to your question. In the end only a single line appeared on all three, leaving your heart to sink. “I guess we’ll just have to keep trying, Y/N.” He said, sadness seeping into his faux-happy tone. “Yeah, that’s true.” You dumped the tests into the trash and went out to tell Y/F/N the bad news.

Harry: For weeks it seemed like he’d been growing more and more distant. Maybe it had to do with him being away so much, but even when he was home, you hardly saw him. He was always home, but you were always at your home or out with friends, and nothing was working between the two of you, but you were still officially dating in the eyes of the fans. So one day you showed up at his place, ready to talk. When he opened the door to see you, he pulled you in for a kiss. “We need to talk.” You said, causing him to sigh heavily and shut the door behind you. He settled onto the couch beside you and you began to explain it to him. “I think I made a mistake when I started dating you.” His face fell and you knew that those weren’t the right words. “I mean, you’re a great guy and your just amazing and you’re right for some girl, but clearly that girl isn’t me. We never see each other, the fans hate me, and we’re never really happy around each other.” Harry’s eyes didn’t meet yours, he was too busy fiddling with one of his rings. “I would stay with you if I thought that we even had a shot at making it, but we don’t. The fans are too hateful, the distances are too far, and frankly I can’t stand to be in the same city as you and not see you at all while you’re here.” At last his green eyes met yours, “I don’t think it was a mistake that I met you. Maybe we just didn’t meet at the best time. Maybe, Y/N, we should try to start over again. I love you, I don’t want to let you go. I know it seems like I’ve been distant, and you have too, but please. I’ll try harder if you’re willing. I’ll make the fans back off and as soon as that happens, I’ll take you out on more dates, and I swear that no distance is too far for me.” He was practically begging with puppy dog eyes. “Alright, Styles, but we have to try harder.” He nodded eagerly, ready to restart this relationship.

Zayn: The first few times you heard the rumors, you ignored them, knowing that they were most likely just that: rumors. But when you started seeing more rumors about Zayn and the same woman being spotted out several times, you decided to look into it a little bit. That woman was Selena Gomez. At first the pictures were just of them hanging out backstage at a magazine shoot, but then there were some of him and her backstage at a concert, and even a few of them walking around Los Angeles. You called him to confront him about it and his sigh over the phone lasted what seemed like three minutes. “Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Selena is just a good friend. And if you honestly believe all of those edited pictures, then I might as well ask you if you’re cheating on me with all of the boys. Fans edit and manipulate photos all the time, Y/N, it’s like their job.” You sighed, hoping that he wasn’t lying to you. “Sorry I thought you were cheating on me. It’s just that I’m no one special and she’s Selena Gomez, famous and beautiful.” “You are beautiful, love. And even if you weren’t I would still love you more than any other girl in the world. Don’t ever again make the mistake of thinking that I would cheat on you.” You agree. “Alright, I miss you though. You need to come back to England, Zayn, this house is too empty without you.” His laugh echoed over the phone line, leaving my heart tingling from that beautiful sound.

Liam: It was the middle of a party when you left to go stand outside and get some fresh air. You’d been out there for a couple minutes when a girl ran past you and into the dark that ate everything outside the single circle of dim light that you stood under. Not even a minute later a man ran out of the house, looking around until he spotted you with your back to him and your hair exactly the same way as his girlfriend’s hair had been. “Babe, I’m so sorry!” He spun you around and began kissing you passionately, almost apologetically, and it made you wonder what he was sorry for. It didn’t take him very long to realize that you weren’t his girlfriend, but by then neither of you cared. As soon as your lips had touched, both of you had gotten the poison in your veins and became addicted to the others kiss. “You’re not my girlfriend.” He groaned after a few moments, his lips still on yours. “Nope.” You mumble back. “She’s going to be so angry with me.” He said even as he’s pulling you along to where all of the cars were parked. “Want to come back to my place?” “What about your girlfriend?” “She doesn’t live with me or have a key, so come on, hop in.” He opened the car door for you. Next thing you knew you were stumbling inside his home, he hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you to his bedroom. “Wait, wait. We don’t even know each other’s names. I’m Y/N.” You stopped him. “Liam.” And then he went back to kissing you. The next morning you woke up in a strange bed next to a strange man and you remembered everything from the night before, instantly your body filled with regret at the huge mistake you’d made the night before.