One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#188. Management Makes You Break Up With Him... (Part 2)

Management Makes You Break Up With Him... (Part 2)

Liam: It's been an hour since you've seen Liam. You were on the couch, cuddled up by yourself. The tears continued to pour out of your eyes. Your head pops up as you hear a knock on your door. "I'm not leaving until you give me an explanation," he murmurs, his face giving away that he cried as well. "Liam. Please," you softly say, trying to reason with him. "No (Y/N). You owe me that much," he argues. You sigh, "I'll go make some tea." He sits down in his spot on the couch. The spot where he would cuddle you up in his arms. "Your management called," you start explaining. "Wait. My management? Did they make you do this?" he interrupts, his voice getting agitated. You slowly nod, feeling dumb for breaking up with him in the first place. He takes a hold of your hand, smoothing it over with his thumb. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with them. They think I would be a lot more focused without you, but honestly. I would be 10 times worse without you," he lightly smiles, "Looks like it wasn't for the best after all."

Harry: You haven't seen Harry for a few days and it drove you nuts. You've been calling in sick at work, when really you were just sulking at home. Tubs of ice-cream and tissues fill up your trash can. Hoping it'd make you feel better, you take a walk. Your mind is too distracted to even pay attention to the road. As a car swerves your way, a pair of strong arms wraps around you and move your body out of the way. "What's wrong with you?" the familiar voice said, trying to catch his breath. You become more alert after realizing it was Harry. "How'd you know it was me?" you ask curiously. You would've been dead if it weren't for Harry. "We've been together for almost 2 years. I'm pretty sure I can recognize that jacket anywhere." A sad smile forms on your lips, "Thank you." "Can we please talk about what happened?" he asks suddenly. "It was management. They said it'd be better for your future, and your future was more important than my happiness," you reply awkwardly. He locks his arms around you, "My future can only be happy if you're in it."

Louis: You try to walk as fast as possible. Your steps become faster as you hear Louis' right behind you. "Wait!" he shouts as he grabs your wrist, turning your body around to face him. "Louis. Please. Don't do this," you beg, tears completely visible. "Are you serious about not loving me anymore? Tell me that you hate me and I'll leave you alone," he mumbles, not wanting to hear rejection. "I...I. I'm sorry," you apologize. "That's not what I wanted to hear. Tell me you hate me," his hold on your wrist becomes a little stronger. "It's complicated," you mumble under your breath. His lips slightly curved up into a hopeful smile, "So you lied to me. You can't fool me (Y/N). Your eyes tell me everything. Why did you do this?" You sigh, unsure if you should say anything. "Management convinced me into doing this. I know I shouldn't have listened, but somehow it all made sense to me," your voice guilty. "Management has nothing to do with you. You're not the one who has a contract. Please don't pull a stunt like this again. I'll talk to them okay?" he replies, kissing your forehead.

Niall: He stands in the middle of the room, still trying to process everything that just happened. Almost instantly, he rushes to the door and opens it, just to finally realize that you were already gone. "Shit," he curses. He quickly puts on his jacket and drives to your flat. He doesn't see your car outside, so he drives to your favorite hiding spot, the garden that nobody goes to. "I thought I'd find you here," he half smiles, relieved that he found you. You stay silent. You hoped he would go away, but at the same time you hoped that he would somehow talk you into taking him back. "What went on back there?" he asks nervously, sitting down next to you. You shut your eyes tight, regretting what you did. "The truth is. I never wanted to breakup with you," you say, playing with your fingers, "Management made me do it. They said it'd be better for your career and I know how much it means to you." He grins at your sweet confession, "And you mean a lot to me (Y/N). Management can say whatever they want. I could never ever leave you."

Zayn: You rush out of the coffee shop, quickly wiping away your tears so others wouldn't stare at you. Zayn follows you out and grabs your hand, leading you somewhere. "Zayn," you say loud enough for him to hear, "Stop. Let me go." His grip tightens a little, jaws tense. He walks into a private alley. "Where are we?" you ask looking around at the odd area. Ignoring the question, his voice becomes louder as he speaks, "I don't understand! You were absolutely fine yesterday! What's going on (Y/N)? Don't tell me you're sorry. I want an explanation." His face softens as he sees your watery eyes. You were scared to tell him. You were scared of what he might think of you. "Management told me about the upcoming album and tour. I was just scared. Scared that maybe you would forget about me and fall in love with someone else while you're gone and..." before you could continue, his lips find its way to yours. His arms falling around your waist. As both of your lips separate, he places his forehead on top of your own. "I could never love someone as much as I love you."