One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#144. He Finds Something Dark From Your Past

HE FINDS SOMETHING DARK FROM YOUR PAST..

Harry: You and Harry had been dating for a year and a bit and you couldn’t be happier. For the most part, you had shared all your secrets to each other but what he didn’t know was that really, you were hiding a dark past. You figured it was in the past and you two were so happy so you figured it wasn’t worth bringing up. One night, you were cleaning up after dinner when Harry went upstairs to get ready for your movie night. After a couple of minutes, Harry came back down. He wasn’t smiling though, but you didn’t really worry too much. When you walked into the living room, Harry was just staring at the blank TV. That was when you began to worry. “Hey, you okay?” you asked quietly, sitting next to him on the couch. He turned his head towards but didn’t say anything. “Seriously, what’s going on?” He shook his head and turned it back towards the TV. It was silent for a few minutes before he finally spoke up. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You just looked at him, confusion flashing over your face. “What?” you asked. “I thought we told each other everything…” At this point he had tears streaming down his face. Worry took over you almost immediately and you felt tears building up. “Harry, please tell me what’s going on!” you whispered. “I found your diary (Y/N)…” You thought for a moment about why he was so upset about your diary. That’s when it hit you. “Harry… I’m so sorry…” He grabbed you sleeve and rolled it up. Painful memories came back up as you looked at the dozens of faded scars. “Do you do it anymore?” he choked out. “No Harry, I promise you… I haven’t done it since I was 15… I swear, baby,” you cried. More tears ran down his cheeks as you gently pulled him towards you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and held you close. “I’m so glad… Just promise if you ever feel like this again, you’ll allow me to help you.” You simply nodded your head as you held each other tight.

Louis: You were at home, alone while Louis was on his last month of tour. You were sitting at home, watching the news when your phone rang. You looked at it and saw Louis’ smiling face. You picked it up and immediately you could tell something was wrong. “Hey, Louis,” you said quietly. “(Y/N) what’s going on?” he asked. Wow, not even a hello. “What are you talking about Lou?” you asked. “The pictures… are they true?” he asked you, pain in his voice. “Louis… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you replied, worried but very confused. “Go online… I have to go… I’ll call you later… Love you,” he mumbled the last part. You were extremely concerned at this point. Pictures were never a positive thing. You went to the latest gossip site and the first thing you saw was the headline. ‘Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend abused? Recent pictures suggest yes”. You immediately clicked the link and what you saw made all the years of pain come back. There, staring right back at you were police pictures of when they had found you almost dead in your house. Your mom had gotten very drunk and took every last bit of anger she had out on you. This resulted in you getting stabbed in the arms and legs. You have no idea how, but the photos leaked. Suddenly your phone went off, breaking the eerie silence. It was a text from Louis. ‘Plane just landed… on my way home xx’. You stared at the text, wondering why he hadn’t even told you he was coming home. You just sat on the couch and 30 minutes later, the front door open and there stood your boyfriend. “Louis…” you whispered. He dropped his bags and bolted to where you were standing. He pulled you into a bear hug and held you for a while. “Please tell me it isn’t true…” he whispered. “I wish I could Lou,” you cried into his shirt. “I will always protect you (Y/N). I love you too much to see you hurt.” “I love you too Lou,” you whispered into him, holding on tight.

Niall: Everybody knew Niall was a big eater, and you knew first hand at how much that boy could really put away and you could always joke about it with him. What he didn’t know was that you used to be severely underweight due to the anorexia. You had finally got over it, being with Niall and all, but a little part of you still told you that you were fat. The fans didn’t help with it either, but Niall always told you that you were beautiful. One night, Niall had decided to make you dinner. You offered to help, but he told you that his princess need a break and he wanted to take care of you. You smiled at the thought as he shooed you into the living room to watch TV while he cooked. About 45 minutes later, Niall called you to the dining room and when you walked in, al large display of food was set out on the table. Inside, you were panicking, but you put on a smile for Niall. You had to admit, it smelled delicious. As you sat down, Niall started to scoop food onto his plate, but you took only a bit. Niall noticed this and stopped. He looked at you, a slight hint of worry in his eyes. “(Y/N), why aren’t you eating?” You looked up and then looked back down at your hands. “I, uh, I’m not really hungry…” you said, just above a whisper. “Come on, you haven’t eaten anything today, surely you must be hungry.” “I’m not Niall,” you said a little more sternly. Why were you getting mad? This wasn’t his fault. “I’m sorry Niall, I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, your voice dropping back to its quiet tone. “Baby, don’t cry.” You hadn’t even realized you were crying. You used your sleeve to wipe the tears. When you looked up, Niall was kneeling in front of you, worry now clearly visible on his face. “Niall, if I tell you something, promise you won’t be mad?” “Of course, princess. I promise.” You launched into your story about you past and the whole time, Niall was listening intently. When you finished, Niall had tears streaming down his face. He didn’t say anything, he just placed a gentle but passionate kiss of your lips. “Babe, how could you think I’d get mad? I’m far from it. In fact, I’m glad you told me because if you hadn’t, it could have gotten worse… you wouldn’t want that would you?” Niall said with a sympathetic smile. You shook your head and managed a small smile. Niall picked you up in his arms and carried you over to his chair, where he sat you on his lap and you took turns feeding each other. You knew now, this would be easier to overcome.

Zayn: You knew Zayn smoked, and you really didn’t have an issue with it. Why? Because a couple years earlier, you had gotten yourself in a bad spot and started up drugs. Zayn had never found out because you actually quit when you met Zayn. You figured what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. The only issue was when you were still doing drugs, you had been caught and arrested for a short period of time. It was only a matter of time until the paparazzi found out and it leaked all over the internet. Unfortunately, that time came sooner than expected. Zayn and you were having a lazy day at home. You were both sitting on the couch, Zayn on his phone and you flipping through channels. “WHAT THE HELL?!?!” Zayn yelled jumping off the couch, scaring you. “(Y/N) do you care to explain what this is?” he said, his voice loud and firm. He flashed his phone in your face and sure enough, there was picture of you in the tabloids, your face all screwed up and a joint hanging out of your mouth, passed out on the sidewalk. “Shit…” you mumbled. “Well?” Zayn said like an over-protective father. “It’s true…” you mumbled. You looked up to see Zayn looking at you like you were crazy. You didn’t know how he would react but it was much different then you had expected. He knelt on the ground in front of you. “Never again,” he said while stroking your cheek. He pulled you into a strong hug while you cried. “I thought you would be mad,” you whispered. “Well, I was, but then I realized what I was doing… I can only say that I’m glad you quit,” he murmured into your hair. “Me too, Zayn… I love you,” you whispered. “I love you too (Y/N), more then you know it.”

Liam: Liam had always been protective of you. You didn’t mind it, but sometimes it got a little overbearing, which is why you never told him about your leukemia. You had been diagnosed about 5 years ago, and since then you had only been getting better. You only met Liam 8 months earlier, but you had fallen in love fast. You thought not to tell him because you were getting better but then again, it could come back. After a while of thinking, you finally decided that you would tell Liam on your date tonight, after dinner. That night Liam took you out to a lovely little restaurant and afterwards, you two went to the small park that was just a few blocks away from you house. As you were walking along the dark path, you looked up at him. He looked down at you and leant in for a kiss. He kissed you lightly before continuing on. You figured now was a better time than any. “Liam, there’s something I want to tell you.” He looked at you and smiled. “Anything my love.” You began to get nervous. He must have noticed because he stopped and looked into your eyes. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” You felt the tears running down your cheeks. “Liam… a few years ago, I was diagnosed with leukemia.” You noticed the panic on his face, but kept talking. “I got better, but the doctor said there’s always a chance of it coming back. I know I should have told you sooner but-” You were cut off by Liam pulling you against his chest. He held you really tight and then pulled away. “I understand why you didn’t tell me earlier, but you don’t have to worry… Even if it does come back, I plan on being by your side. We can beat this together (Y/N), you have my word.” You just stared at him in admiration. How did you end up with someone so perfect? “Why do you have to be so perfect Li?” you said, laughing through the tears. “I’ll do anything for you (Y/N), I love you.” This was the first time he had said ‘I Love you’ and it was also the first time you felt it was true. “I love you too Liam.”