One Direction Preferences

The Break-Up Part Two.

Harry: Three weeks ago, I got caught. It wasn't meant to go out like that. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to find out about Gabriella like that. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to find out about Gabriella at all, actually. But I swear, I didn't cheat on her. Technically. Here's what happened. Two weeks before I even met (Y/N), I met this chick Gabriella, and we sort of hooked up. I took her to my flat, like the idiot I am, so she knew where I lived. She was just starting college, so I thought I'd never see her again. I never told her we were dating, all I did was give her a pair of sweats in the morning and an old napkin with my number scrawled on it. But this was before I met the girl I actually love, the one who loved me. Loved, past tense. She probably hates me now. I guess I wouldn't blame her if she did, I wasn't the smartest. But this was what, five, no six, months ago? I thought I'd never see Gabriella again and that (Y/N) and I would be happy together. But no, here I sit sprawled out across the bed of Zayn's guest bedroom staring at a framed picture of her and I together that a fan sent me. Crying as I look at the smiles spreading on our faces that ruined the chaste kiss which was occurring only seconds before the picture was snapped, there's a knock on the door.

Niall- Why'd I say it? I dunno. It's not true though. There's not really an excuse for it, it just happened. I don't even know why I got mad, it was just some damn french fries. But those fries caused her to leave me. I've been debating for the last, four hours? Yeah, that's how long it's been. I've been debating for the last four hours over whether she'd come back to me if I'd drive to her cousin's house to pick her up, or her parents, or brothers or sisters, or wherever she is. But I keep deciding against it, she was insecure before and I only made that worse by calling her fat. I have texted Louis though, seeing as he lives near her cousins neighborhood to see if she made it there safely. I've decided if she is there, I'll drive there to see her. If she's not at her cousin's, I'll leave her alone. Fate, right? My phones right next to me, and I'm trying to act busy. I'm strumming a sad tune while a few tears stroll down my face, and then my phone goes off. 'She's there.'

Zayn- Perrie came over again today. But again, I didn't open the door. She still has no clue that (Y/N) caught on to us. I didn't want to do it, I swear. But I had to. Perrie... She blackmailed me. She told me if I didn't continue to see her, she'd leak photos. Of when we did date. And I have no clue what photos she has saved onto her phone. I didn't do it for my reputation, I did it for (Y/N)'s. What would happen to her if say Perrie leaked a nude of me, for example. She'd be known as the girl who's dating the idiot celebrity who sent out nude's to his ex before they broke up. And she's smart, she doesn't deserve that reputation. But obviously, I'm not as smart as her. Did I really think I could get away with this? How did I think this would end, with Perrie moving on? With (Y/N) finding out and being fine with it? It's not like I spent loads of time with Perrie though, maybe once every other week. And we texted, but I faked each text. I seriously dislike Perrie, much more now obviously. She made (Y/N) leave me. I'm watching the video on my phone right now of myself running after her out of the studio, and to the car lot. A fan recorded it or something, I don't know. But I do know I'm crying right now watching her slam her car door in my face. The thing that stops the video is a new text. 'We need to talk. -(Y/N).' So she's coming back? Is that what this means? Or does she mean, we need to talk about how she's getting her belongings back? Or, how much of a dick I am? Either way, we're going to talk. Which is an improvement from me waiting around watching this video.

Louis- I said a stupid remark that I can't even remember about her being with me for my fame. I guess too much time on twitter? I don't know. I know I got mad at her for it, I started yelling at her. And then she blew, and started yelling back. Which is only reasonable. But she swore at me, she actually swore at me. 'Bye Lou, enjoy your life full of jokes. I'm fucking through.' Is the only thing I can remember about the fight. Because, that's when it sunk in that she was leaving me. And that was four days ago. It's only been four days and I've changed. I didn't move from the couch, I slept on last night. I haven't checked the mail, nor social media or my phone. I haven't properly groomed beside tugging on my hair in frustration. I'm still wearing my jeans and black 'The Fray' t-shirt. I still have her ponytail I found on the coffee table on my wrist, wearing it as she did. I don't even care that that's weird, as long as I have this I know she was real, and not just a figure of my imagination. The phone goes off, but I ignore it again. It's just the wall phone, probably a sales person. "Um, hi Louis. I don't know when you'll get this, but tomorrow, the thirtieth, I'll be coming by to collect my things. So uh, if you get this after then just ignore this. Thanks. Oh, it's (Y/N) by the way Okay this is really, really awkward. I don't um, shit.' She mumbles, and I can tell she dropped her cell. 'Sorry... I dropped my phone. Okay, I'm uh, I'm going to go now.' She says, hanging up. And I jump off the couch, going to the wall phone pressing the repeat button waiting for it to repeat the voice-mail. And when it's through, I hit it again. And again. Seven times, before I realize I've got to get going on cleaning things here, it looks just like when she left it. I'll start with a shower, probably a good decision.

Liam- I'm an idiot. I'm a stupid ass idiot who can never do anything right. (Y/N) hates me all because of Selena. I was only with Selena for the sex, if I'm being honest. I met her while I was on tour, away from (Y/N). I didn't mean to, at the time I met Selena it was Niall's birthday and we were celebrating, and I got drunk. So I took her to our hotel, as shit-faced as I was, and we had sex. I thought she left, but she stayed throughout the next say to help me deal with my hangover. She made me breakfast, she had a glass of water and aspirin on the table beside me, and she had left a note outside my door saying I'm unavailable, do not disturb. I had to make it up to her, so instead of completely ignoring her we spent the day cuddled in the hotel bed watching the 'Cinderella' Trilogy. Not the best idea, because we got bored of that pretty fast and ended up having sex again. And this time, I was sober-ish. And that's how it started, myself being miles away thinking I could get away with it. And here's when things got tricky, two months ago when (Y/N) left to go visit her parents for a week, Selena showed up at our flat. She thought when I told her she was like my girlfriend, I actually meant my girlfriend. I guess she has no social media, or if she did she didn't realize I was with (Y/N). But anyways, she showed up saying she just moved across the world to be with me because she missed me. I couldn't just make her leave... She had nowhere to go. So I let her in, and put on a facade that we were together. I was going to tell her on night six I don't think we'll work out, and I'll give her money for a plane ticket back. But (Y/N) came back on night three, and found that damn pink dress on the floor. I might've been able to get away with it, but of course Selena came in then. And so, (Y/N) left. For these two months, I've literally left my flat three times, all of which for necessary recordings. The boys come everyday to make sure I'm fed, sometimes they'll bring people to try and cheer me up. Andy's here too, usually. Just these six with the occasional Simon. "Liam, we're here!" I hear Louis shout. "And we've brought a friend!' Harry adds. I grumble and go to the door, opening it to reveal all five lads.. And a girl who looks like she's shocked, but she has a blindfold on blocking her eyes. It doesn't matter, I recognize her. It's (Y/N).

Siam♥