One Direction Preferences

#66 Hollywood Undead: Coming Back Now (No Zayn)

Harry: I Just Can't Escape, But The Words You Say. They Always Seem To Fade Out (His P.O.V.)

Ever since the break up, I've been miserable. The words I said to (Y/N), I'm not even going to lie, I wish I never said them.

*Flashback*

"All I'm asking is to try, and spend time with me!" (Y/N) screamed. 

"I'm trying to, but you know management!" I yelled back. 

"But when you do manage to get a day off, you spend it with people you see every fucking time you go on tour!" I rolled my eyes. (Y/N) groaned. "Just fuck it Harry!" (Y/N) yelled, walking away. 

"Don't walk away from me!" I yelled. 

"Why? It's not like you care!" (Y/N) yelled.

"What? I do care!" I yelled. 

"Obviously, you don't because it seems like you love the boys more than me!" (Y/N) yelled. 

"I do love you!" I yelled desperately. 

"Whatever, Harry!" (Y/N) yelled then left.

*Flashback Over*

It's been two years since I've seen (Y/N), and I've been missing her like crazy. I wish I would have spent more time with her. As I walked down the street, I heard a familiar laugh. My eyes widen when I saw (Y/N) with a guy. I balled my fist, ready to punch the guy, but remember she wasn't mine anymore. I slumped my shoulders, and walked with my head down. 

"Hazzy Bear!" I heard someone call excitedly. Before I could look up and see who had called me, I felt familiar arms go around my waist, and their head was on my chest. I stumbled back a bit, but caught my balance. Then, I smelt (Y/N)'s perfume. I smiled, and hugged (Y/N) so tightly that if I let her go, I was afraid I would loose her forever. "Harry, you're hugging me to tight," (Y/N) breathed out. I released my grip on her. 

"Sorry," I apologized. 

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked smiling. 

"Just walking around," I shrugged. 

" 'Mere I want you to meet someone," (Y/N) said, pulling my arm, and toward the guy I saw her with. "Ethan this is Harry," (Y/N) smiled, grabbing my hand, and entwining them together as I smiled. "Harry, this is my step-nephew Ethan." I shook his hand as he offered it to me. 

"Nice to finally meet you, Harry. (Y/N) told me good things about you. I just don't understand that if he was so sweet to you why did you break up with him?" Ethan asked (Y/N). (Y/N) shrugged. 

"I couldn't handle him not spending time with me when he had the day off," (Y/N) said playing with my fingers. I took her chin in my fingers. 

"If you give me another chance I promise I will spend more time with you," I promised her. (Y/N) smiled, and kissed me. I smiled through the kiss. Then, I heard Ethan clear his throat. I stopped kissing (Y/N). "Sorry mate." Ethan just shrugged. 

"I'll talk to ya later Aunt (Y/I)." (Y/N) smiled. 

"Bye, E," she winked.

Liam: Since You Been Away I'm Just A Face In The Crowd

When you two broke up, you've became a singer. You were singing your number one hit 'I Never Should Have Said Good-Bye.' 

"I just wish that I never said good-bye-e," you sang. The crowd cheered. Before you left, you swore you saw Liam's face. You walked off the stage, to your dressing room, and started crying. Every time you sang that song, you would cry. That song was actually about Liam, and you missed him like hell. Then, you heard a knock. You wiped you tears, and got up. "Coming," you croaked. You opened the door, and saw Liam. You wrapped your arms around him, and put your head on his chest. Liam hugged you back. "I missed you so much, Li," you cried. 

"I missed you too, Baby girl," Liam whispered in your ear. 

"I'm sorry, Liam. I'm so sorry," you apologized. 

"Shh, sweetie, you have nothing to be sorry about. The fight was my fault," Liam said, but you shook your head. 

"If I would have just let you alone to do your work then you wouldn't have got so mad," you explained. 

"It was my fault that I stayed angry," Liam said. 

"But st-" you started, but Liam placed his lips on yours. You both smiled through the kiss. Liam broke the kiss, and rested his forehead against yours. 

"The argument was my fault," Liam said sternly. You only nodded, and kissed him.

Louis: I Know You're Coming Back

"Stop, just stop!" you yelled at Louis. 

"Why? What I'm saying is the truth!" Louis yelled. 

"Fine then!" you yelled, and stormed away from him. 

"Don't walk away while we're talking!" Louis yelled, coming after you. 

"Technically, we're arguing, Louis!" Louis grabbed your arm, and turned you around. He turned you around so fast that he had to catch you. He grabbed your chin in his hand, and made you look at you. You gasp. 

"You know, as well as I do, you will always come back to me. You can never stay away from me, and you know it," Louis whispered. Then, he let you go, and walked away. You walked to your shared room, slamming the door. You laid on Louis' side of the bed, thinking. After awhile, you get up, and go to Louis, who was watching t.v. He saw, and smirked. You ignored it, and walked over to him sitting on his lap. He rested his hand on your hip. "Told you," Louis smirked. 

"Shut up," you said then kissed him.

Niall: Down In The Dirt With Your Blood On My Hands (His P.O.V.)

"C-Come get me," I heard (Y/N) say. 

"Princess, where are you?" I asked worried. 

"Just c-come get me," (Y/N) stuttered. 

"OK, Princess just tell me where you are?" I asked, getting into my car. 

"L-Logan's. H-Hurry," (Y/N) said. 

"OK Princess just stay on the phone with me, OK?" I told her, starting my car. 

"O-OK, I-I'll t-try." My eyes widen. 

"What did he do to you?" I asked, panicked. 

"I... He s-stabbed me," (Y/N) cried. I finally got to Logan's house. I saw (Y/N)'s body in a patch of dirt. I parked the car, and got out. I ran to her body.

"Princess, hey, Princess, please answer me," I begged. 

"N-Nialler?" I smiled sadly. 

"Yes, Princess." (Y/N) coughed up blood. 

"Niall," (Y/N) whispered. 

"Shh, Princess," I shushed her. I picked her up, and rushed her to the hospital. I finally got there. I picked (Y/N) up, and ran into the hospital. "HELP!" I yelled. Nurses ran, got (Y/N) from me, and rushed her off. She's going to make it. I kept telling myself. 

"Mr. Horan?" I looked up. 

"Is she alright?" The doctor nodded. 

"She's doing fine," he smiled, "would you like to-" but I cut him off.

"Yes, please!" He smiled, and walked me to (Y/N)'s room. She looked at me, and smiled. 

"Nialler," she whispered. 

"Princess," I cried. I walked over to her, and hugged her gently. "I thought I was going to lose you, Princess," I admitted. 

"You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried." I only laughed.