Harry: Harry just left you. He said that being in a relationship weren’t good when he traveled so much. You were so angry at him, but you blamed your hormones.
“I hate you!” you repeat, over and over again, but it won’t change anything. He left for good.
7 years later
You and you 6 year old daugther, Darcy, are eating ice cream in the park a summer day. She has Harrys curls and shining green eyes. You’re sitting on a bench and you talk about a lot of random things. Suddenly you see Louis and Harry walking a little away. You don’t want them to see you, so you take Darcys hand and go.
“Hey (Y/N)!” you hear Louis yell. You pick up Darcy and turn around.
“Hi,” you say as they stand in front of you.
“Hi! How are you?” Louis says.
“I’m fine,” you say and look at Louis and then Harry. Harry is looking at the girl in your arms with the cute curls and green eyes. Louis is looking at Harry and see that he’s looking at the little girl. Louis look at her and then you.
“Is she yours?” he asks. You nod.
“Is she mine?” Harry says.
“Yes. She ours, Harry,” you say. You can see the tears form in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he says in a shaky voice.
“You broke up with me. I hated you so much for so long. You broke my heart,” you say. Tears begin to stream down his beautiful face.
“I’m so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?” he says. You kiss him in respond.
“Take me back?” you say and he happily agree.
Louis: Louis accused you for cheating on him, which you didn’t do, and then he broke up with you. You were so angry at him.
“I know what you did! I know that you cheated!” Louis yells.
“I didn’t cheat! Can it really be that hard to understand? You are my one and only and I love you and no one else!” you yell back.
“Why should I believe you?” he yells back “you can’t even go out that door without hitting on some guy you meet! You’re such a slut!” You couldn’t believe those words come from your boyfriend.
“If there’s anyone here who’s a slut then it’s you! Every girl out there adore you! How can I know that you’re not going around fucking some of them every now and then?!” you yell, Suddenly you feel a hand against your chin followed by pain.
“Fuck you, Louis,” you say silent and go to your room to pack your things.
13 years later
You’re sitting in Starbucks with your 12 year old daugther, Amelia. You just picked her up from school and you’re talking about her day.
“So Lucy was like really jealous of Mindy cause Mindy and Luke are dating, but actually Luke has a crush on Lucy and I just know that Mindy are cheating on Luke with Jake, but actually Jake is gay, but it’s only me who knows and I think that Mindy will feel really stupid when she finds out…” Amelia says, talking about Luke, that she has a crush on.
“(Y/N)?” you hear someone says. You turn around and see Louis standing there.
“Hey Louis,” you say.
“Hi…” Amelia says looking at Louis.
“Can we just talk for a minute?” he asks. You follow him outside.
“Is she mine?” he asks.
“Yes,” you say.
“So you didn’t cheat?” he says silent.
“No,” you say annoyed.
“I’m so sorry. Please let me be a part of her life!” he says and try to kiss you, You don’t stop him and suddenly you standing outside Starbuck, fully making out.
Liam: He just left. You didn’t know why, but one day all his stuff were gone and so was he. He didn’t answer your phone calls or text messages.
“Why?” you keep asking yourself “Is he okay? Is it me?”
1 year later
Everything worked out fine. You have a son named Ben and his 3 months old. You really wanted to get back to work after giving birth, so you could make some money for you and Ben. You’re a photographer. Ben always go with you to work and the others adore him so it’s not a problem or anything. Today you’ve been told that you shooting a band, but you haven’t been told who. As you’re getting ready, you Liams voice. You turn to see Liam and the other boys walking in. You’re going to take picture of One Direction. Awkward. The boys see you and doesn’t say anything. They get dressed up and stuff. You’re standing and looking at Liam, when you co-worker comes over and hand me Ben.
“He’s hungry, I think,” she says. You take little Ben in your arms and walk away with him. You walk into your office where you have his things. You find a bottle and feed him. Suddenly Liam walks in.
“Hi,” he says. You don’t answer him, but just look at Ben.
“I hate myself for what I did to you,” he says.
“Then why didn’t you come back?” you say, not looking away from Ben.
“I thought you hated me,” he says.
“I never hated you. You left me when I needed you the most,” you say looking up.
“What?” he says.
“I was pregnant, Liam. This is our son, Ben,” I say. He comes over and look at Ben.
“How old is he?” he asks.
“3 months,” you say. You and Liam look each other in the eyes. You kiss him and a week later he moves in again.
Niall: You’re sitting on the couch in your best friends flat, crying.
“So he just broke up and then you left? He didn’t even tell you why he just broke up?” your friend asks. You nod and begin to cry even harder.
“I hate him! No! I love him! No!” you say, sobbing “and the worse thing is that…” you’re not able to finish the sentence.
“What?” she says.
“I was about to tell him that I’m pregnant,” you say and cry even harder than before.
“Oh no, sweetie!” you friend says and hug you.
2 years later
Two years ago Niall broke up with you. You’re not over him, but you’re happy. You have birth to a boy 7 month after the break-up and named him Noah. Noah is your world. He’s amazing and he’s so much like Niall. He’s a little over a year and still haven’t said his first word, but he have been taking his first steps. You’re proud of him and adore him so much. You once went to Mullingar with Noah for some reason, but you didn’t know why. You met Greg there, randomly and he got suspicious about Noah and asked if Niall is his father. You and Greg had always had a sister-brother relationship and you hated lying to him, so you told him the truth. He promised not to tell Niall and he didn’t… Until one day:
You’re chilling at home while Noah is taking a nap. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door and you open. Niall walks past you.
“Oh.Yes. Hi. Come in!” you say sarcastic. You close the door and turn around.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you say in a calm, yet angry voice.
“Don’t act innocent!” he says annoyed “Greg told me everything!” You realise that Greg told Niall about Noah.
“Greg you…!” you say in a low voice.
“He was drunk!” Niall says “The point is: how could you NOT tell me, that you were pregnant with my child?!”. He’s really angry.You always get scared when he’s angry and begin to cry.
“You broke up with me. I was about to tell you, but you broke up with me. I loved you! For Christ sake, I still do!” you say crying.
“I didn’t mean to get that angry,” he says hugging you. You put your arms around his neck.
You sit down on the couch and talk about everything. You decide to get back together, cause you both love each other so much that it hurts. Not even an hour has past when you hear footsteps and suddenly Noah is standing in front of you. You pick him up i kiss him on the cheek.
“Hi Noah,” you say. You look at him. He looks over at Niall with his blue eyes, reaching out for him. You give Noah to Niall who can’t stop smiling.
“Dada,” Noah says. You smile and get tears in your eyes. You kiss Noah on the cheek.
“You said your first word!” you say silently.
“Was that his first word?” Niall asks. You nod and kiss him.
“I love you and I will never leave the two of you again,” he says.
“Dada,” Noah says again and smile.
Zayn: You just found you’re pregnant. You don’t know what to do. You and Zayn loves each other, but you’re not ready for something like that. You’re still young and Zayn has his career to think about and you have yours. You sit on the couch in the house that you and Zayn share. You’re about to cry, but stop yourself as you hear the door open and close seconds later. Zayn walks into the livingroom, where you’re sitting.
“What am I gonna do?” you think.
“Hey,” he says and sit down on the other side of the couch, not even kissing you.
“Hi,” you say silent.
“I have something to tell you,” he says.
“Me too,” you say. He looks at you with a nervous look.
“You go first,” you say.
“I have to break up with you. I feel like we aren’t the same anymore and…” he says.
“Save it,” you simply say, going to your and Zayns shared bedroom to pack your clothes. You cry while throwing all your clothes into a suitcase.
“How could he?” you think. After packing you call your best friend and drive to her place. When you leave, Zayn is still sitting on the couch, but now he’s crying. You don’t say anything. You just leave.
15 years later
15 years have past since Zayn broke up with up. You never got over him. Some months after moving out of yours and Zayns house, you moved into a flat. It’s a pretty nice flat and you love it. You had your daughter 8 months after the breakup and you’re happy. Of course you miss Zayn and it doesn’t make it better that your daughter, Zoey, look a lot like him.
One day, you’re sitting at home, while Zoey is at school, when it knocks on the door. You open to see Zayn standing outside. You look at him with a shocked expression.
“Hi,” he says in a sad, low voice.
“Hi,” you say, sounding a bit sad.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
“You know it have been 15 years right?” you say.
“I know, but there haven’t been a day where I haven’t been thinking about you. I love you,” he says.
“Then why did you break up with me?” you say.
“I don’t know,” he says sounding really sad “I never moved on.” Just then, Zoey walks up the stair to your apartment. She has earphones in her ears singing along quietly.
“Hi,” she says and smile at you. She hugs you and walk into your flat.
“Who’s that?” Zayn asks. You look at the ground.
“My daughter, Zoey,” you say.
“So you moved one?” he says with tears in his beautiful brown eyes, that Zoey also got. I shake my head and look up at him.
“No. I never moved on,” you say.
“What?” he says “you have a daughter. Don’t lie to me like that!”
“I’m not lying to you, Zayn!” you say, a bit angry.
“Who’s her father then?” he says. You look at him.
“Mom, I’m going to Alex’s place and do some homework,” Zoey says and walks out the door. She looks at Zayn, who’s looking at her. She walks down the stairs.
“She’s mine?” he asks.
“Yes, she is,” you say.
“And you never told me?” he says.
“You broke up with me before I could even tell you,” you say angry. He begins to cry. You can’t take seeing him cry. You kiss him and he promises never to hurt you again.
