One Direction Preferences

You Find Out He Went to a Strip Club

(T)

Liam:
"Oi! Liam! Thanks for coming!" Niall ran over, hugging both of you. "No problem mate! Glad we could make it." Liam looked you and smiled, then turned back to Niall. "Aye, we goin' again like last year?" Niall's voice decreased to a whisper you could barely hear so you leaned in trying to uncover what he was saying. Liam shook his head, "No mate not this year." "Where'd you go last year?" You chimed in, curiosity getting the best of you. "Oh man! Last year we went to that strip club! Let me tell you-" "Niall!" Liam snapped, making him shut up. "Oh, right. Um, I'll be over there." He walked away quickly and Liam gave you a sympathetic smile. "Strip club Liam? Really?" Your face was stern. "I didn't think anything of it!" He complied. "Oh ok, but you did think of hiding it from me for a year!" "I know I shouldn't of! I'm sorry!" "Don't apologize Liam. Just enjoy the party tonight, by yourself." You rolled your eyes, escaping his grip and walking to the car, driving off and leaving him with now ride home.

Zayn:
He had been acting quite weird lately, more distant than usual and it had been going on for a few weeks. You thought he was just on his man period and would give him space but as the weeks went past, there was no change. When he arrived home that evening as you were cooking dinner, you stopped him and asked him what was up. "Nothing Y/N." He was quick to answer but his voice was uncertain. "If something is bothering you, you can tell me. You know that." You didn't want to seem pushy, but you wanted to know what was wrong." "If i tell you, promise you won't get pissed." "Why would I get pissed?" "A couple'a weeks ago when me and Alex went out, we went to the strip club downtown. I didn't want to tell you because I know you don't like stuff like that." "Ohh." He couldn't read how you felt because your face was blank. "What do you mean "oh"?" You set down the spoon you had been holding on the counter and reached for your phone. "What are you doing?" "Calling Y/F/N." "Why?" You chuckled, "We're gonna go to the male strip club." You left him standing in the kitchen as you made plans with your friend.

Louis:
"How did you find out?!" He was completely shocked. He thought going to the strip club was fool-proof, nobody would find out. You stood in the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. "Haha! How did I find out? You do realize you had paparazzi follows you everywhere you go, right? Or has being in a boyband for the past 3 years not taught you anything." "I didn't think it would be this big of a deal!" He shrugged, resting elbows against his knees. You laughed, but not a laugh that showed you were enjoying this moment. No one should have to confront their boyfriend about going to a strip club. And of course Louis thought it was funny as he cracked a smile. "I really don't see why you're acting like this. It's not l like I go there all the time." You shook your head, "That's not the point." "Then what is?" He stood from the couch and stepped closer to you, "It was one time. Just for fun with the guys, alright? It won't happen again." "It better not." He laughed at how mad you were. "Just remember, every night I'm coming home to you, and not anyone else." He smirked, leaning to kiss your cheek.

Niall:
He can home late that night, smelling of some cheap perfume. He laid in bed next to you, carefully as to not wake you, but you were already awake, worried that since he was out so late that he might be cheating on you. He sighed, cozzying up in the blankets. A stray tear fell down your nose since you were laying in your side. "Ni..." You whispered and he hummed. "Niall." You said in a regular voice, trying to sound more stern and flipping over to see him lying on his back. "Huh?" He turned his head to look at you. "Are you cheating on me?" Now you're voice was resided, barely above a whisper. His eyes went wide as he turned on his side as well, inching closer and closer to your face. "What? No, baby I'd never do that..." The end if his sentence trailed off, "Then where were you tonight?" You sniffled, you didn't want to cause a scene. He sighed, "Deo wanted to go to..." "To where?" You urged. "To the strip club." He squinted his eyes, speaking in a question.

Harry:
"Harry Styles at a Strip Club? Y/N Not Pleasing Her Man!" You knew you shouldn't of opened that stupid tweet by Perez Hilton, he could be such a skeeze. As you read through the article you couldn't believe your eyes. There was picture after picture of Harry at the Strip Club with his old friend from school. You distinctly remembered that night him telling you he was with Grimmy, well Grimmy wasn't with him. "My, my, Mr. Styles, I didn't know you went to strip clubs?" You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him choke on his spaghetti. "Wh-what are you talking about?" "Oh don't play coy with me H, I know you went to the strip club the other night. It's all over the web! Now everyone's thinking you're not happy with our sex life, which if I do say so myself is very, very active, Mr. Suck-me-off-while-I'm-driving-because-I'm-horny." You huffed standing from your chair and stomping off. "Y/N!" He called after you, but you were already upstairs with the door closed.