One Direction Preferences

You Hear Him Talk About You to the Other Boys (Part 1)

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Liam:
"I just don't know whether it's stress or what, but I can't even talk to her lately. She freaks out over the littlest things." Liam shook his head in exhaustion. "Well have you talked to her about it?" Niall asked, sitting next to him on the couch. You stayed in the kitchen, wanting to hear more of their conversation about you. "I don't know, should I?" You heard Liam ask. You couldn't see their faces, but you could only imagine what they looked like. You thought Liam was sick of you, and to be honest you had been a bit on edge lately. Liam was right to guess it was stress, just everything seemed to be piling on your shoulders. You didn't expect him to walk into the kitchen, but when he did his mouth was agape, "Y/N... did you hear any of that?" "Um, of what?" You asked innocently, turning away from him. "Y/N" He urged you to reply truthfully. You rolled your eyes, twisting to lean against the counter, but avoiding eye contact. "If you were annoyed with the way I was acting then you should have told me instead of talking to Niall about it." "Maybe you should talk to me instead of just ignore me like you do." Rolling your eyes, you huffed, walking quickly away from him and up to your room.

Zayn:
You knew he was on the phone, but you didn't know with whom. He had walked up stairs and reluctantly you followed him, letting your curiosity get the best of you. As you heard his conversation, you wished you hadn't, "Mate, she's gained a lot of weight these past few weeks. I don't know if I should talk to her about it or not..." You couldn't hear the person on the other end, but you could hear Zayn and that was enough stab in the back. In fact, you had been gaining a bit of weight lately, but it was only because you were pregnant, which you only recently found out about. You stayed outside the room, basket of clothes propped up on your hip. You had to return the clean clothes eventually so you decided to just open the door, barging in on Zayn. "Oh, um let me call you later." He hung up the phone, plopping it down on your shared bed. Setting the basket on the bed, you then made your way over to the full-length mirror hanging on your door. You turned to the side, placing your hand over your stomach. "What are you doing?" Zayn asked, walking up to you. "I didn't want to do it like this." "Do what?" "The reason I've been gaining so much weight lately," You sucked in a deep breath, "is because I'm pregnant, Zayn."

Louis:
"Have you talked to her lately?" "Who?" Louis asked who you heard to be Liam. "You know, Eleanor?" Stopping on the steps, you were curious to hear what he had to say about his ex-girlfriend, who he told you he stopped talking to a while ago. "Yeah, she actually called me last night while Y/N was sleeping." "Oh really?" You could sense the smirk on Liam's face, your jaw practically dropped to the ground. "And what did she want?" Louis chuckled, "Nothing, she says she just wants to talk and that she misses me." It had been almost two years since their break-up and while you thought he had left her behind, it seemed that they were both holding on. You knew you needed to talk to him about this. You walked down stairs, seeing Louis and Liam sat at the dining room table. Liam had a guitar and Louis had an electric piano in front of him; you assumed they were writing songs. "Oh hi boys, didn't expect you home," You greeted them both, like you didn't just hear anything. Louis looked a tad shocked that you were home, but tried to play it cool. "Babe, what do you want to do for dinner?" You smirked, biting the inside of your lip and with a sarcastic tone you replied, "I don't know. Why don't you ask Eleanor, I'm sure she'd be glad to cook you something?"

Niall:
Dinner with the rest of the boys and their girlfriends was always fun. Tonight, the dinner was held at Louis' and while the lads were all in the living room drinking and talking, you decided to help the girls clean-up the mess from dinner. "Everything was delicious Eleanor, thank you." She grinned in return of your compliment. "Thank you, Louis actually helped a bit. But I don't trust him with daunting tasks so he just made the salad." You all laughed at the thought. While you were drying dishes, the room filled with conversation about the boys up and coming tour that was fast approaching. You all agreed to visit them the same time so you could all have your much deserved girl time. After finishing the clean-up, you poured a bowl of chips and made your way into the living room, wanting to join the other fun. But before you made it into the room, you stopped dead in your tracks, hearing your name come up in hushed conversation. "Have you gotten the ring yet?" You peaked to see Niall nodding his head, "Yeah, I did! Here..." His hushed tone made more curious; you saw him reach into his pocket, pulling out a blue velvet box. The boys all smiled, telling him how much you would like the ring. And as soon as you heard that word, you felt your heart stop beating, was Niall really going to ask you to marry him?

Harry:
"Why won't you tell anyone about you two?" Zayn asked him, leaning close to his ear so he could hear him over the club music. Even in a secluded space, you couldn't avoid the loudness of the club. "Tell anyone about us? What do you mean, we're just friends.." Harry avoided his question, fearing that Zayn new you were way more than "just friends." The truth behind you two was that secretly, you had been seeing each other. To the public you were just a friend, not ready to admit it to the public, well Harry wasn't. No matter how many times you talked to him about it, he would always just brush you off, never giving you a solid answer. You returned from the bar where you got a refill, stopping feet before the couch, saying hi to an old friend. Zayn shook his head at his friend, seeing the way he kept his eyes on you, everywhere you went, "You act like no one can see the way you look at her. And trust me, it's not just me who's noticed." "What do you want me to say Zayn? I don't want her getting hurt." Zayn patted his shoulder, "Have you ever thought that maybe being a secret would hurt her more?" You didn't want to let them know you could hear everything, but you did, and you couldn't agree with Zayn more.