One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#53. He Breaks Something of Yours in a Fight

Harry: It was a stupid fight. You’d been arguing about where to go out to eat, just a typical lover’s spat. “Harry, I’m not going to a Chinese restaurant. I don’t like Chinese food!” “C’mon, Y/N, try something new! You’re so boring!” You were pulling stuff out in the kitchen, planning on making a nice home-cooked dinner. “No, we aren’t eating here.” He grabbed your wrist when you tried to pull out a glass dish, he swung you around and the dish flew out of your grip, shattering on the floor. Instead of continuing the fight with him, you dropped down onto the ground, breaking down in tears. That dish had been your grandma’s and it had been all you had left from her.

Liam: “Don’t say that, Liam. Please, don’t!” The two of you had been fighting for the past hour about how you’d caught him out at dinner with Danielle. “It’s true, Y/N. I still love her and I always will.” You tried to argue back that he couldn’t possibly because what about all of the times that the two of you have shared in the last five months? “When I was with her tonight, I saw that she’s still what I want, who I love, everything I love. Danielle was my first true love and I think she’s still my number one love.” You could barely breathe and your tears were choking you. Why was he telling you that? “I want to break up, you need to move out.” What. The. Hell. No! Liam, who everyone had always believed to be the super-sweet one, had just bitterly ripped out my heart and then he broke it in half.

Louis: You’d been texting Niall recently because the two of you were becoming better friends. Louis was getting jealous because you were giggling every time that your phone went off with a new text. After a giggling fit that lasted a couple minutes, Louis got fed up with it and he grabbed your phone out of your hands. “I don’t want you texting him anymore, Y/N.” “Why not? Jealous?” I smirked and reached for my phone. “You can’t flirt with another guy when you’re with me. Especially not one of my best friends.” He growled and threw my phone away; it smacked against the wall and fell to the floor with a clinking noise. “You did not just break my damn phone, Louis Tomlinson.” You stomped away from him, properly angry now because he was being stupid.

Niall: “Bitch.” Niall muttered when you walked away after you told him off for getting drunk all the time. You spun around, fury dying your vision red, “What did you just call me?” “Bitch. You’re being a bitch, Y/N.” You took a few angry steps over towards him before changing your mind and walking into the bedroom. He followed you, stumbling along the way. “Niall, leave me the hell alone! I don’t want to hear from you anymore!” You slam the bedroom door in his face. You collapse to the floor in tears just before you hear the splintering sound of him punching the wooden door. “You idiot,” you hopped up; looking at him through the hole he’d punched in the door. “Niall, you probably broke your hand. And you did break my door. Come on; let’s get you to the hospital.” He was cradling his hand against his chest. “I love you, Y/N.” “I know, Niall.”

Zayn: The two of you were having a typical lover’s spat in the small library in your house. Zayn was getting really mad and you were trying to stay calm, which only made him ever angrier. “Fuck!” He roared swinging an arm at a stack of books sitting on the table. The pile went flying across the room, narrowly avoiding you, instead smashing into a large framed picture of the two of you. A spider-web of cracks spread over your smiling faces and one of the books was ripped in half. “Zayn, calm down.” You walked over to him, pushing him backwards against a bookshelf. “Why are we even fighting? Just, calm down and-” Your lips were met with his and the make-up sex began.