One Direction Preferences

#65 You See Him Cry

Harry: 

"No!" you heard Harry yell from in the living room. You walked into the living room, but didn't see Harry. You saw the front door opened, walked out, and saw Harry kneeling down next to your pet dog. You walked over to him, and saw your dog bloodied up. 

"What happened?" you asked, kneeling down beside Harry. 

"I-I w-was going t-to take t-the t-trash out, a-and H-Hazzy B-Bear ran out, f-following me. Then, h-he saw s-something o-on the road, a-and ran after it then a car hit him," Harry cried. Harry and Hazzy Bear were best friends. You saw Hazzy Bear not breathing. "He's dead, isn't he?" Harry asked. 

"Yeah, Hazz, he's dead," you said, softly. 

"NO!" Harry yelled. Then, Harry put his face in your chest, and started crying. 

"Oh, Harry," you cooed, rocking him back and forth. 

"I'm going to miss him," Harry cried. 

"I know, Baby, I know," you whispered, softly. "Come on, let's get Hazzy Bear out of the middle of the road," you told him. He nodded, and you two got Hazzy Bear out of the middle of the road.

Liam: 

"(Y/N), come to my house," Louis said, once you answered your phone. 

"Why?" you asked. 

"It's Liam. He won't come out of my room," Louis explained. You nodded. 

"Coming." Then, you headed to Louis' house. You knocked on Louis' door. He opened it, and you walked to Louis' room. "Li?" you whispered, knocking on the door, softly. 

"It's unlocked," you heard Liam say. You opened the door, and saw Liam sitting on the window sill, looking out of the window. 

"What happened, Li?" you asked, sitting in his lap. 

"She left me," Liam whispered, snaking his arms around your waist. 

"Did she tell you why?" you asked. 

"She got a job offer in New York, and she said yes," Liam explained. 

"Why couldn't you two do a long distant relationship?" you asked. 

"She could barely handle me going on tour," Liam explained, "I loved her," Liam said, eyes watering. 

"Come here, Li," you whispered, pulling Liam into your chest as he broke down crying. You shushed him, rocking him back and forth. You two pulled away, and looked into each other's eyes. You drew in a shaky breath as Liam started to lean in, and kissed you. You both smiled through the kiss. 

"I love you, (Y/N)," Liam whispered, after he quit kissing you. 

"I love you too, Li," you smiled.

Louis: 

You were tickling the shit out of Louis. 

"Babe, come on, please?" Louis giggled. 

"Nope, you shouldn't have told Harry what happened last night," you told him. 

"I'm sorry!" Louis giggled again, tears falling from his eyes. You stopped tickling him. 

"Kiss me, tickle monster," Louis said, catching his breath. You smiled, and kissed your husband.

Niall: 

"Ni?" you called, but got no answer. "Niall?" you asked again, but you still didn't get an answer. You walked up to your shared room, and heard crying. "Ni?" you questioned, softly, knocking on the door. "Go away," you heard Niall squeak. "Ni, what's wrong?" you asked, through the door, but didn't get an answer. "Ni, please tell me what's wrong?" you asked again. You heard him mumble something. "What Ni?" you asked. 

"Come in," he squeaked out. You walked in your shared room, and saw Niall sit in the corner of the room with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head on his knees, crying. You walked over to him, pulling him into your chest as he still cried. You rocked him back and forth whispering that it's OK in his ear from time to time.

Zayn: 

"Baby, please tell me what I did," Zayn begged. You just stayed silent. Zayn was drunk last night, and hit you, but in his drunken state he just laughed at you. Of course, you made him sleep on the couch. "I can't fix what happened if I don't know what I did." You just get up, and go to the bathroom. Of course, Zayn followed you, but you shut the door in his face, and lock it. "Baby, please let me in," Zayn begged. You just take a wet cloth, and wash your face off. You unlock the door, open it, and look up at Zayn. "OH MY GOD! WHO HIT?" Zayn started, but stopped. "Did I hit you last night?" he whispered as he lightly touched the bruise only having you flinch back. Zayn looked like he was about to cry himself. "Oh my god, Baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Zayn cried as he put his hands over his face. 

"Hey, I'm not hurt that bad, Zaynie. Look at me," you say, prying his hands away from him. He looks at you with tears coming out of his eyes, sniffling every now and then. "I'm OK, Zayn," you promised. 

"I really am sorry," he sniffled. 

"Forgiven," you replied giving his lips a peck.