Harry: “I don’t want to hear it!” he yelled. “Harry, it was a mistake, I—” “Just shut up! Shut up for one goddamn second!” he screamed, picking up a glass vase and throwing it with a force you didn’t know he had against the wall next to you, the shards only missing you by a few measly inches. The magazine had started the rumor that you had cheated while he was on tour, and when he read it he was furious. He hadn’t even given you a chance to explain before he began accusing you through screams until the veins in his neck were prominent and he was red in the face. Now, you stood shaking, terrified of what he would do next. But you wouldn’t let him see that. So you stood silently, biting the inside of your cheek. You closed your eyes, and kept them close even after the loud slam of the front door signified he was gone.
Liam: The car ride was silent. That’s how you first knew this was different than your usual small arguments. The only noise besides the quiet hum of the car’s motor was his ragged breathing that he strained to keep steady. You watched as his hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. “Liam—” “Don’t, (Y/N).” “But, Liam, I—” “I said don’t!” he yelled, causing you to flinch in your seat. “Please, listen to me, Li, it’s not what you think,” you pleaded. Suddenly the car came to a forced halt in the middle of the dark, quiet road. “Get out.” “What?” you gasped. “Get out!” he screamed, and you scrambled to open the car door, fighting to see through the hot tears welling in your eyes. You had barely even gotten out of the car before he sped off, leaving you to walk home by yourself, alone and in the middle of the night.
Louis: You sat on the bathroom floor, mascara smeared down your face as you pulled your knees up to your chest. The image of him kissing that six-foot bottle-blonde was burned into your memory, no matter how many times you tried to shake it. A sudden knock made you jump, looking up at the closed door and knowing immediately who it was. “Go away,” you said, your voice horse from crying. “Let me in,” Louis begged, “please. I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear, I—” “I said go away!” you screamed, picking up a bottle of shampoo and throwing it with all your force at the door. “I don’t ever want to see you again! Get out of my house!” you screamed again, throwing anything else you could find at the door. Finally, when it was silent outside and you knew he was gone, you huddled your knees up to your chin again and pulled at the roots of your hair while you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
Niall: He was furious, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car and away from the guy in the bar who had just tried to feel you up. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he spit at you with a burning hatred in his eyes. “I’m your girlfriend, who you left alone! I was all alone, Niall, and that guy just came out of nowhere!” “Shut the fuck up,” he said, and as his hold on your arm tightened you screamed in pain. You didn’t know what to do, because you were horrified, and afraid of the boy you loved. So you did the only thing you could think of. “Help!” you cried, “help, anyone, please!” Then, suddenly, he let you go. All of the hatred in his eyes vanished and was replaced with guilt as it finally got to him that you were afraid of him. His eyes welled with tears as he tried to approach you, but you stumbled back. “You’re crazy! I hate you!” you sobbed, gathering your stuff and sprinting away to call Liam and ask if he could pick you up, which, hearing the pain in your voice, he quickly agreed to.
Zayn: You whimpered, biting your lip to fight back tears. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. “(Y/N), please, I—” “How could you, Zayn? How could you say that to me?” Finally you gave up, letting the tears fall and as soon as he saw them his stomach dropped. “Baby…” “No, Zayn. You don’t get to do that. Y-You can’t do that to me… You—You—” You collapsed to the floor in a bundle of sobs. “I hate you!” you screamed. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” With every word, his heart broke more and more. “If you want me to leave—” “I do,” you whispered. He knew you would, but even still he sobbed at your confirmation. “So… I’ll go.”
