One Direction Preferences

#57 He Makes You Cry (Part 2) His P.O.V.

Harry: 

I walked to our room. I opened the door, and saw (Y/N) on my side of the bed, hearing her sniffle every now and then. I laid down behind (Y/N), hesitantly putting my arm around her waist. 

"Kitten, I'm sorry," I whispered, but got no response. "Baby?" I asked, but still go no response. "Princess?" I smiled, singing in her ear. I knew she loved to be called Princess. "Princess (Y/N)," I whispered, again. She turned around. 

"Jes?" she sang. 

"I'm so sorry, Baby girl," I said, honestly, "I didn't mean to yell at you. I just had a bad day at-" but couldn't finish, because I felt (Y/N)'s familiar lips on mine. She smiled which made me smile. I pulled away, and rested my forehead on (Y/N)'s. "I love you," I smiled. 

"I love you too, Hazz."

Liam: 

"Oh my God, Li. YES!" (Y/N) smiled. I smiled back, and slipped the ring on her finger. I stood up, and kissed her. I broke the kiss, and picked her up, spinning her around as she squealed.

Louis: 

When we got home, (Y/N) went straight to our room, and slammed the door. 

What did I do? 

I thought and thought. 

"Ah shit!" I exclaimed. I walked up to our room. I opened the door, and saw (Y/N) on my side of the bed, sniffling every now and then. I laid down behind her. "I'm sorry, love," I whispered. "I didn't mean to call you fat," I apologized, but got no response. "Baby?" I whispered, but I noticed her breathing had become regular. Damn, this girl can go to sleep fast! I smiled, kissed her cheek, and went to sleep. The next morning, I apologized over and over.

Niall: 

Why the hell is she mad at me? 

I walked to the bar the boys were at. 

"What's up, mates?" I asked them. 

"Happy anniversary, mate," Liam said, patting my back. I looked at him like he was crazy. I took out my phone out, and looked at the date. 

"Son of a bitch!" I groaned, "that's why she was dressed more beautiful that she already was," I said, face palming, "got to go mates," I said, running back to me and (Y/N)'s house. I went to our room. I laid down beside (Y/N). "Princess?" I asked, but got no response. I got up, went to where her face was, and kissed her. She moaned into the kiss.

"Niall." I smirked, and stopped kissing her. 

"Come on, Princess," I said. 

"Where we goin'?" she asked. 

"Just come on," I told her, trying to pull her out of bed. 

"Why? I'm tired," (Y/N) yawned as I straddled her.

"OK. I guess you don't get your surprise," I whispered in her ear, singing. 

"Surpri- OW!" she said as she hit my forehead as I rubbed my forehead. 

"Damn, Princess. Now, I see why you have a hard head," I laughed. 

"Shut up, Mr. I-Forgot-My-Own-Anniversary," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. 

"Well, if you would get up, you will get your anniversary surprise," I smiled. She got up, lightening fast. 

"Well, come on, Niall. Let go!" she said. I chuckled, and took her to our anniversary dinner.

Zayn: 

An hour later, I heard the door slam. I walked back downstairs, but didn't see (Y/N). That's when I panicked. I called her cell phone, but heard it ring on the counter. I paced the living room floor, wondering when she would come back. Then, I heard the door open. I stopped pacing, and looked up to see (Y/N) in Harry's arms. 

"What happened? Is she OK?" I asked, not really caring that (Y/N) was in another man's arms. As long as she was safe. I didn't care if she was in her ex's arm. 

"No, she's not, Zayn. I-I think s-someone r-raped her," Harry stuttered. (Y/N) was like Harry's little sister, he would kill anyone who was a dick to her. 

"Let's go, and give her a bath." Harry and I walked into the bathroom. I ran some warm water. "Hold her while I take her clothes off." Harry nodded. As I slowly took her shirt off, she started screaming. "Shh, Baby girl. You're fine. You're alright. Nobody's going to hurt you." She stopped screaming, and opened her eyes. 

"Z-Zayn?" she asked wide-eyed as I nodded. She latched onto me. 

"Shh, Baby. It's alright," I said, hugging her. 

"It was so scary, Zayn. I told him no, I told him I didn't want to, but he did it anyways. He stole my innocents, Zayn! He stole it from me!" (Y/N) cried, into my chest.  

"Shh, Baby," I said, rocking her side to side, trying to calm her down. She pulled away from the hug. She looked at where her face was, and giggled. 

"Sorry," she smiled. I looked down at my shirt, and smiled. 

"It'll be fine as look as your okay." She nodded. 

"Thanks, Hazza," (Y/N) smiled, kissing Harry's cheek. 

"No prob," Harry smiled, kissing (Y/N)'s forehead, then left.

"Bath time, Baby," Zayn said, but you shook your head. "Huh? Don't you want to get that man's nasty mess off of you?"

"I do but, I want the man that did this to me behind bars." Zayn nods.

"What ever you want to do." Then, you two go to the hospital, getting everything done.