One Directon Preferences

He finds out you slept with one of the boys before you started dating (His POV)

Harry

 My mind racked through thoughts that he had her first and that she wanted him before me. Was I just second choice? She walked in as though everything was normal but now everything wasn't since I'd found out. "What's wrong babe?" She asked, kissing my cheek. I sighed, looking into her eyes for a hint that she hadn't settled for me. "You slept with Zayn. Why didn't you tell me?" I stated more than asked, her eyes widening at finding out that I knew. She sat at the table, pulling one of my hands into hers. "We didn't want to hurt you. I promise Harry, it just happened. We'd both been drinking and I could barely remember it the next day. It meant nothing." She explained herself. Even if it meant nothing and she did it to avoid my hurt, the pain was still there, until her eyes began to plead with me to stay, making me realize that I was never her second choice.

Louis

 "Why don't you go ask Liam? He's taller anyway." I scoffed, rolling my eyes as (Y/N) asked me to change a light bulb for her. She walked over to me, her hands gripping my arms to hold me in place as she spoke. "Listen Louis, yes, I slept with Liam before we met. That's the thing though, it was before we met. There wasn't a moment where it was more than that but when I met you I knew that I wanted to be with you. I never felt that urge with him because to me, you're the best and the one I wanted to be with. It was and never will be him." She kissed me after she was finished, letting me go and leaving me there to absorb her word, a smile on my face at her outburst of affection.

Niall

 Louis was the one who'd brought us together, who'd introduced me to her. He said we were perfect for each other. I thought all of that was true until I'd gotten the news. I couldn't help but wonder if it'd happened again. There were so many times I'd left them alone. Maybe they were more than best friends after all. "Tell me it's not true." I said when she walked through the door, her face already covered with guilt. She couldn't say anything. She hadn't said anything and so she was lying, keeping secrets in our relationship, something that I didn't know if I could let go of and if so, it would take two things; time and truth.

Liam

 I had so many questions for her, both wanting to ask but being afraid of the answers. "So when did you sleep with him?" I asked. "About a year before we met." She replied, looking a little worried that I was asking so much. "You didn't want to be with him after that?" I continued. She shook her head, smiling a little. "Not at all. It was completely weird after. The connection wasn't there at all." She answered. I took her hand, pulling her from her seat and into my lap as I gave my last question, the one that was the most important. "And what about our connection?" She kissed my cheek, giggling when she pulled back to answer. "The strongest thing I've ever felt. No one could compete with this." She kissed me again, relieved that everything was cleared up so that we were able to put the past behind us.

Zayn

Images of them together filled my mind, remaining there no matter how much I tried to force them away. My hands shook, balling into fists by my sides as I walked into the bedroom, (Y/N) instantly knowing what was on my mind when I opened the door, setting the book she was reading on the nightstand. "Come here." She motioned for me to crawl into bed with her. She tried to soothe me with kisses but rage still built inside me. "Was Niall better than me?" I asked, pulling away from her. She shook her head no and I leaned in for another kiss, ready to convince myself that I was better and only I could give her the pleasure that consumed her body.