One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#92. Drunk- Ed Sheeran (Song Preference)

Drunk- Ed Sheeran (Song Preference)

Liam: Take words out of my mouth just from breathing, Replace with phrases like ‘when you leaving me?

Another day, another tabloid, another fight.The same cycle over and over again for the past week, and honestly, you’re beginning to question if your relationship with Liam is worth it anymore. Of course you don’t believe anything that you read, that kind of bullcrap was published everyday about anyone that has ever had their name in lights. So when you read that Liam was supposedly cheating on you, your first instinct was to  just laugh it off, not even bothering to talk to him about it. Recently though, he’s been out later, never comes home and doesn’t even bother calling.

Today’s fight was different, instead of screaming back and telling him exactly how you felt about him, you just sat and listened. It was a matter of you simply giving up, or you really had nothing left to say. Liam looked absolutely breathtaking in the morning sun, his face was absolutely flawless, except for the vein that ran from his left ear to his neck. He flexed his muscles from underneath his tank top, and his hair looked like he got into a fight with a comb. Yet, he was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. You rest your head on the arm of the couch and let the rest of your body completely sink into it’s warmth. Liam continued to yell cursing and asking “Where the hell they got this stupid shit from?!” You laid silent, barely even listening to the dark voice that used to be filled with so much joy. You got up and walked to the bedroom, sick of hearing the same things being repeated over and over again. “Y/N!” Liam yelled chasing after, “Where are you going?” You didn’t answer,  just kept walking until you got to the closet and locked yourself inside.

"Y/N," he shouted banging on the door, "Y/N, please don’t do this!"

"Do what Liam? Care?" You cried opening the door, "Because that’s what I’ve been doing and you’ve been nothing but an asshole to me!"

"Y/N, I swear I’ve never cheated on you, I would never. I love you! I always have and always will!" He pleaded taking me into his arms.

"I never said you did Liam! If you would just listen to me for once in your life instead of  thinking you know everything! I never believed a damn word those stupid tabloids said!" You wailed pushing out of his grip. "You know what," you sobbed a look of disgust slowly working it’s way to your face, "I need some time. To think, think to process everything and find out where we went wrong!" At that point Liam started to cry as well. You had to look away, you never thought you would be the reason for his tears. The two of you sat there, staring at the wall, neither of you wanting to admit what we were both thinking.

"Are you leaving me?" he croaked breaking the awkward silence.

"I don’t know Liam," you sighed, " I don’t know."

Harry: I’m sat here wishing I was sober, I know I’ll never hold you like I used to.

Drunk. For the fifth time this week Harry came home drunk. Any other day, you would have ignored this, but today was your anniversary and he had the nerve to stumble in at four o’clock in the morning, get into bed, and try to cuddle with you. You decide to let him sleep, for now at least, you were too tired and there was no use arguing with a drunk. You closed your eyes and let yourself go back to dreaming.

It seemed like the alarm went off only seconds later. Eight o’clock. So here lays the problem of Harry. The boy you fell in love with is becoming a man. An idiotic, sloppy, frantic mess of a man, but a man none the less. “Haz,” you whispered trying to shake him awake. No response. “Haz!” you repeated louder still shaking him. Still no response. So you went to the kitchen and filled a bucket to the brim with ice water. Then, you walked into the room and promptly poured the water over Harry’s head. That sure woke him up. “What the fuck Y/N! Are you serious?” He shouted leaping out of the bed.