One Direction Preferences

Divorce

(T)

Liam:
"What?" He asked, looking up from his phone. "I said this isn't working." You muttered, losing confidence in your statement. "How can you say that?" He said standing up and walking past you towards a bookshelf. You didn't bother follow him with your eyes, you knew he was gonna come back. You were right, but you didn't quite expect him to be holding a photo album in his hands. "Sit." He said softly, you did. He opened the book up as if reading a child a picture book. He sat right in front of you, looking directly into your eyes. "This page, is us. That day we went to your parents house. That day that your brothers pushed you into the pool." He smiled, tears forming in his eyes. "This is our engagement party." He smiled, pointing out and naming a whole bunch of people that you obviously knew. He flipped a couple more pages. "This is our wedding." He smiled, looking up at you. "Liam, why are you d-" "Just let me prove to you that I can make this work." He interrupted, continuing through the book. "This was the day the twins were born." He smirked, showing a picture of the two of you and Michael and Grayson. "This is the twins at Disney World." He laughed, looking at the picture of his boys next to Mickey Mouse. You couldn't help but laugh. "This is the boys sitting next to your eight month pregnant stomach." He smiled, looking up to your eyes once again. "This is the day Jenna was born." He smiled looking down at his baby girl. "This is two years ago." He said again, flipping through a whole bunch of pages. "Our twenty year anniversary." You smiled to yourself. He closed the book, setting it beside him. "So tell me, love. I know we got married young and maybe it wasn't right at the time, but look at what we've been through." He sighed, patting your knee. "Why can't we make this work?" He was confident, he knew you couldn't end it with him like this, and you knew he was willing to do anything to make this work. "We're home!" Michael yelled, coming in wearing his football outfit, Grayson not too far behind him. The boys were seniors in High School and Jenna pranced in behind them, phone in hand. "Oh my god, you guys will never guess what happened today." She gawked. You were ready to hear your sassy 16 year old daughter talk about school drama. "We can make this work." You sighed, giving him a quick kiss before making your way to the kitchen with Jenna. Liam smiled to himself and got up to talk to the boys.

Zayn:
"Hahaha, that's good." Zayn smiled, his eyes crinkling and his teeth on full display. "You're kidding, right?" He smiled, reaching for your hand across the table. "No." You whispered, pulling your hand back. His smile dropped and he pulled his hand back too. "Oh. (Y/N), it's only been two years." He sighed, not even looking at you. "You're too busy for me." You whispered, tears building in your eyes. "You know I try." He sighed, dropping his fork and running his hands through his hair. "I can't lose you." He muttered, "This isn't gonna happen." He muttered confidently. "I can make you happy." He said again, sitting up straight and reaching for your hand once more. You didn't pull back this time, "I'll come home early everyday and we can go out all the time and I'll quit the band, I'll do whatever, but you cannot take that pretty little smile of yours and walk out of my life." He stated, you just got up and walked around the table to where he was sitting, you sat on his lap and gently kissed his lips. "I love you so much. You are not quitting that band, do you understand?" You asked, smiling as tears poured down your face. "Trust me baby, I can make you happy." He smiled, wiping the tears off your face and pulling you back in for another kiss.

Louis:
"No no no no." He stated, backing away, running his hands through his hair. "Why would you say that now?" He yelled, turning away from you and throwing his glass of water at the wall of the dressing room. The two of you had gotten into a big fight at the beginning of one of his concerts, the words had slipped from your mouth and you regretted it. You had been thinking about it, but you didn't want to have to break it to him here. The concert started about five minutes ago and the guys were already covering for him. "You stay. Right there." He yelled, leaving the room. You watched the TV shot of the stage carefully as you saw Lou walk out, tears pouring down his face. Harry immediately turned to him and panicked, watching everyone freak out was making you cry, watching Louis cry was making you sob. Not a couple minutes later, he came back. "I couldn't." He muttered, closing the door and pressing his face against it. "Do you understand how much I need you? How much I love you? Do you know what it's like to go out there in front of all those people and only be able to think of going to bed alone at night? Without you beside me?" He rambled, sinking to the ground and tucking his knees into his chest. You didn't want to leave him, you were mad at him and you didn't think you cared this much until it was actually happening. You sat frozen on the couch and it didn't even occur to you that people were probably very upset that Lou wasn't on stage. "Hey, baby, we're okay. We can talk more at home, but I'm not leaving you tonight, and probably not for a while, okay? So why don't you go back on stage? Put that big smile on for me, and I'll go get the girls." You sighed, coming down next to him and wiping all the tears off his swollen face. He looked up at you and nodded. "Smile for me." You whispered, leaning in and kissing him, staying there for longer than anticipated.

Niall:
"Y-y-you want a d-d-ivorce?" You stammered, tears already pouring down your face. "Shit." He murmured, he ran his hands through his hair. "You don't get it." He sighed, sitting up and looking right at you. "You don't have to wake up next to you every morning." That made you angry, how fucking rude was he gonna be to you. "What the fuck, Niall?" You yelled, standing up. "No wait!" He said standing up too. "You didn't let me fucking finish!" He yelled and you knew this was the root of the problem, all the stupid fights. "There's nothing else to say." You muttered, turning on your heel and walking towards the door. "You don't have to see how miserable you look, every fucking morning!" He yelled after you and you stopped, dead in your tracks. "You don't have to look at your beautiful face every morning and look at that frown, the bags under your eyes, all the things that I've caused! I love you to no ends and you don't know how much it hurts to know that I don't make you happy. That you're stuck with me..." He trailed off, getting quieter as his tears over took him. "I want you to be happy, I want to do this because I know you aren't gonna see what I can, you're never going to have to look at the one you love and see how miserable you make them. If you want to stay with me and let me make this work, I'll do it. If you want me to beg, I'll get down on my hands and knees. Hell, if you want me to propose again, I'll do it." He said, coming closer to you with every word. "But if you want me to leave," He whispered, close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your face. "Say the word and I'll go." He whispered darkly, sending the best chills through your body. "Stay." You whispered, looking at his lips and back to his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask." He muttered, leaning in and taking the kiss for you.

Harry:
"How's that marriage going there, Harry?" The interviewer asked, pushing his microphone towards Harry. He didn't say anything, he just nodded, smiling a little. "You know," The interviewer started "The two of you have a quite impressive relationship." He laughed, everyone was confused and you watching from home couldn't help but smile. You really didn't know why you were watching, it was only going to make you more upset. The boys all gave Harry a reassuring look. "You've lasted quite a while for a young couple, starting in high school and getting married? Like, I mean especially with celebrities, normally it doesn't last over two years." Harry just smiled and nodded again, thinking the things he always did lately, trying to get you back into his arms after he had told you things weren't working. The two of you had made a deal not to tell people until the papers were signed. Only you, Harry and the guys knew, not even your parents. After the interview was over, Harry was right at your door. "I love you." He stammered, handing you a fresh bouquet of flowers. "I don't want this to end, I love you too much to watch you walk away." He sighed, wiping some fresh tears off his cheeks. "I can't do that." He whispered. You pulled him in without a word, closing the door behind him. He was confused but came in anyway, admiring the house that used to be his as well as yours. You set the flowers down in silence and as he was about to speak you jumped into his arms, wrapping him in one of the tightest hugs since the engagement. "Me neither." You whispered.

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Personally I really like the sad ones. Idky they just make everything seem more real then he happy ones.

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