One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Liam Imagine for @leny93

Liam Imagine for Destiny! Hope you like it! :)

**Destiny’s P.O.V**

“I’ll take a hot chocolate, please,” I shivered, and the cashier nodded, yelling out my order to another coworker. My boyfriend, (Y/BF/N) had called me and insisted that I meet him at the café on the corner of the street where my flat was. He said it was an emergency, so of course I through on a coat and rushed out the door. I pushed the thought out of my mind that it was in the thirties here, and I was freezing, seeing as I was ordering a hot chocolate and scraping the bottom of my bag for loose change.

Once I paid for my drink and found a table secluded at the back of the tiny café, I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. After fifteen minutes, a group of seven people walked in, shivering and laughing at the same time. Half of the group found seats, and the other half went to go order steaming hot food and drinks. I found myself people-watching as I waited for my already late boyfriend. Honestly, how big of an emergency was this if he was already late?

Just as I was thinking this, the door was shoved open, and the bell above it jingled. I broke my gaze from the large group and watched as (Y/BF/N)’s eyes met mine. He frowned a little bit and shuffled over to me quickly, not even bothering to get a coffee or anything.

“Hey,” he whispered. I surveyed his face quickly. Other than the flushed cheeks and red nose, there was an unsettling look in his eyes.

“You’re late,” I replied shortly. “What’s the emergency?”

“We need to talk.” My heart plummeted to my stomach. I knew how these conversations ended. He had said the forbidden sentence for crying out loud!

“You couldn’t call me? Really, (Y/BF/N), my flat was warm!” I joked weakly, letting out a pathetic laugh that did no justice to the nerves I was trying to hide.

He tilted his head to the side, his frown deepening. “This wasn’t something I could do over the phone.”

“Oh.”

“Look, Destiny, it’s really not you at all. You’re a wonderful girl. You’re beautiful and funny and sweet. But I just don’t feel a connection anymore, you know? I’ve actually felt like this for a couple of weeks now, but my feelings haven’t changed, and I can’t keep pretending to do something that doesn’t feel right to me,” he told me. He was close to tears, I could tell, which didn’t make sense at all. I mean, he was the one breaking up with me. “I feel so awful,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. “I hate doing this, and you know I love you, Destiny, I really do. But it’s more of a friendship love. I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice lowering on the last sentence.

“It’s okay,” I managed to get out, my throat constricting.

“I still got you something for the holidays though,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small wrapped box. He slid it across the table to me, and I smiled softly.

“Thanks. Your gift is still at my flat,” I said.