One Direction Preferences

The Break-Up.

Harry: "I love you baby..." You mumble, kissing Harry's jaw. You were at your boyfriends flat after a long day at work. You were going to go home and take a nap, but he insisted on you going to his so he could take care of you, and you agreed. "I love you too." He smiles at you as you two cuddle in his bed even closer, you playing with his hair on the tips of your fingertips. "Harry, baby I'm home! It's Spring Break, did you forge-" A cheerful red-head walks into the room, squeling when she speaks but cutting herself off when she sees you and Harry. Your confused, 'Harry baby'? "Oh! Silly me, you must be Gemma right? Harry told me you and him were close. Well I'm Gabriella. (Sorry if that's your name. Feel free to change it.) I'm Harry's girlfriend." She smiles walking over to you. You sit up, very confused. But you were Harry's girlfriend... "Shit." Harry mutters under his breath. And that's when the thought at the back of your mind, the one that came when this chick came in, of Harry cheating, is confirmed. "Fuck you Harry. You're disgusting, two girlfriends? Fuck you Styles.. Seriously. I'm going to leave, and I'm not coming back. We're through." You spat, getting out of the bed. Harry stands too, politely excusing himself from the room and following you. But not before he talks to the chick, you mentally add. " (Y/N), baby I swe-" You cut him off. "Did you not hear me? I said we're done. Go chill with that chick, I don't care right now. Just let me leave." You say, on the verge of tears as you exit his house, and he doesn't follow you this time.

Niall- Did I ever tell you... That you're so beautiful and I love you?" Niall says hopefully as he looks at you packing your bag, scoffing when he says this. You two just had a big fight, a really big fight. It started simply with the ordering of food in a restaurant. You, ordered a salad, wanting to stay in shape. But Niall, got chicken and french fries, so you took a few fries from him. He, wasn't too happy with that you guess, because when you got in the car he said this, "Gosh (Y/N) why do you always steal my food, I know you're fat bu-" He cuts himself off looking at you hoping you didn't hear. But you did. You knew you weren't good enough for Niall, you just knew it. You tryed to make sure you stayed fit by eating loads of salad and fruits, but occasionally you'd steal a fry or candy from Niall. Back to right now, you continue to pack your bags, not saying a word once you finish. Grabbing your bag, you make your way to the front door. "(Y/N), I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, really. Please stay, I love you." Niall says, crying as he watches you exit. "Niall, we're done. Maybe I... I'll call you eventually." You say, not turning around afraid to see tears in his eyes.

Zayn- "Come on (Y/N), I can explain!" Zayn shouts after you. You were crying, speed-walking away from the studio. You went to the studio with Zayn today, seeing as he wanted you to be there, and got a shock. Zayn let you use his phone to go on Instagram, Twitter, and of course to play Piano Tiles while he recorded. What can you say, you forgot yours at home. But in the middle of your Piano Tiles round, Zayn got a text. Not trying to be invasive, you told him at the end of the song they were practicing. Through the weird recording mics he told you to tell him what it said. You opened the message. Perrie: Sounds great good looking, see you later yeah? Tell (Y/N) you have to be out late with the boys or something ;)" Confused, you scroll up a little bit. You see 'I love you's' and  'Babes' being thrown around in the messages. "Babe, who's it from? What does it say?" Zayn asks. "It says, Fuck you. Don't worry about telling me you're going out late with the guys, I won't be your side chick anymore." You say, slamming his phone down on the soundboard and grabbing your coat, exiting the room. So now as walk away from the two-timer, you can't help but cry. "(Y/N), wait! Please let me explain! I promise it isn't what it looks like!" Zayn shouts out at you. "Oh, so you didn't go behind my back and see your ex Zayn? Did you not do that?" You shout at him once you get to your car. "No, I did but-" "But fuck off, we're over, you don't have to worry about me getting in the way anymore." You shout, driving off.

Louis- "It was a joke (Y/N), can't you take a fucking joke!?" Louis asks, storming right after you, catching the door before you let it slam. "Sometimes your jokes go too far Louis!" You retort. "If you can't handle my humor why are you with me then? Is it for the money? Are the fans right, you're using me for my fame, you fucking are (Y/N)!?" Louis shouts. That hurt, he just called you a gold digger. The fans are always telling Louis that you don't love him, and that you're just using him for his riches and fame. But you're not, you truly love him. But even he thinks you're using him? Wow. "Actually no Louis, I was dating you because I loved you," You start calmly. "But since you think so highly of me and my love of you, I think I'll just go find someone who won't have people saying I'm just using them for money. Because I'm fucking sick of it. Between your 'fans' telling me I'm a fricking beard who doesn't even love you, who only wants your money, and whom you don't even love, and you believing I only want you for your money, I've had enough. Bye Lou, enjoy life full of your jokes. I'm fucking through." You finish, leaving without even packing a bag and driving off to your parents.

Liam- "Liam, why is it such a mess in here!?" You yell to him from the bedroom. You just got back from visiting your parents in your hometown early, you missed Liam too much. And when you arrive at your's and Liam's flat, you find half of it is beyond the word messy. "You weren't here to clean up." He shrugs as if the answer is obvious. "So I'm supposed to clean everything? It looks like there was more than just you staying here, no way could one man cause this much of a mess." You say back, flinging some dirty laundry out of your way. But then, something catches your eye. A pink, skin tight dress? Not yours. "What the fuck is this?" You say, picking the dress up and showing it to Liam. "It's uh, it's yours. Don't you remember?" He says, scratching the back of his neck. "No Liam, I don't remember. Because I don't even own a pink dress, I hate the color. Who's is this, tell me the truth right now." You say, walking towards him slowly. "It's yours okay (Y/N) I bought it for you-" "Liam! I'm back from the store! Oh, who's this? Why does she have my dress?" A perky blonde walks in.  "Who am I? I'm (Y/N), Liam's girlfriend. Who the fuck are you and why are you in my flat?" You ask. "Umm no, I'm Liam's girlfriend. Six months honey, so why don't you just leave." She states defensively. Six months? You and Liam have been together two years. He's cheating on you. "Oh, you're right. I'm sorry, I'm his ex. I'll be going now, have fun Liam." You say before exiting the once perfect flat, going to your car crying as you leave.

Sorry for the wait on updates. I'll do a part two to this maybe. I don't know. I hope you liked it.

Siam♥