one direction preferences / imagines

you were in an abusive relationship

trigger warning

Niall: The slam of the front door echoes through the house, alerting you that Niall has finally come home. He had been gone all day for extensive tour rehearsals, and would be totally exhausted. You hear him stumble through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom. He lights up as he takes you in, curled up in bed with a book and your hair all messy. "Hey babe." he says with a tired sigh, kissing you on the cheek. "Whatcha reading?" He goes over to your shared dresser, stripping off his sweaty tanktop and tossing it into a laundry basket. "Perks of Being a Wallflower," you respond, "it's pretty good." Niall mumbles a response as he rummages through the wooden dresser, furrowing his brow. "(Y/N)..." he murmurs after a few seconds, "where's my white t-shirt? You know, the one that I like to sleep in..." "Oh, I'm wearing it. I was doing some laundry and I-" "(Y/N)!" Niall snaps, "You know that it's my favorite one! You coulda asked me! I've had a really fucking long day and I just want to wear my damn shirt!" He picks up his sweaty shirt from the hamper and throws it at you. "Wear that one!" he roars. You cower through this below the blankets, shaking, unable to believe what you are witnessing. You thought Niall wasn't like the others, that'd you'd be safe with him. You sniffle to yourself as you hear Niall pace around the room, muttering curses. "P-please don't hit me..." you finally whimper, scared to look at him. You hear his pace stop. "...What?" Niall says breathlessly, suddenly rushing to you as you face away from him, "(Y/N) what did you just say? You think I'd hit you?" You sniffle as you raise your head to look at him, still trembling in fear. Niall reaches his hand out to touch your shoulder and you flinch instinctively. Niall looks at you in concern as he pieces things together. "H-have you been hit...before, (Y/N)?" You shut your eyes, biting your lip as tears stream down your cheeks. "(Y/N) please tell me your last boyfriend didn't..." you open your eyes, feeling pitiful and worthless. The look in your eyes is enough of an answer for him. "Oh my god... Oh (Y/N)." He suddenly crawls onto the bed, finding your cheeks and kissing them repeatedly. "I'm so sorry I snapped babe. I would never ever hit you, ever. I wouldn't even think of it." You sniffle and take a deep breath, swallowing. "God fucking dammit I can't believe this." he says, "I can't even imagine anyone wanting to hurt you. Damn I want to kill him!" You avert your gaze as he takes your hand, kissing it. "C'mere." he says after a deep breath, pulling you into his arms. "No one will ever even think about hurting you again," he says, planting a kiss on the crown of your head, "not while I'm around."

Harry: As much as you cared for your new fling Harry, you were worried that he wouldn't accept you, given your history. You hadn't exactly had the best track record with guys, and you weren't really experienced with displays of affection or any of that. So as you brought out the popcorn to Harry, who was sitting on your couch with the lights dimmed, ready to start the movie, your heart began to race. You worried how you were gonna mess it up this time, and what he would do. He smiles as you sit down next to him, genuinely glad to see you. You set the bowl of buttered popcorn on a table in front of you. As soon as Harry clicks play on your remote, he has you enveloped in his arms, and you're overwhelmed with his sexy smell and slow breathing. After a few minutes of the movie, Harry's lips find your ear. "Y'know," Harry murmurs slowly, "I don't really want to watch this..." His mouth travels down to your neck, leaving little wet kisses down your shoulder, exposed slightly by the spaghetti strapped top you have on. You let out a little moan as his hand travels up your shirt. "Harry I-" you try to say, but you're cut off as one of his massive hands squeezes your breast, making you gasp. Before you're able to think, Harry is on top of you, kissing you sweetly, both of you moaning into the kiss as you press up against each other. You're so enthralled with the kiss that you don't notice that Harry has pulled up your top. "Harry stop!" you cry. But you're already exposed. Harry's eyes widen as he slowly sits up, his eyes wandering over your stomach, the sides of which are spotted with purple-blue bruises, somewhat of a souvenir of your last boyfriend. "(Y/N)... what happened?" he asks, his gaze darting from your bruises to your eyes. You sigh, shutting your eyes. "My last boyfriend," you whisper, "he...got angry a lot..." Harry's brows crinkle in confusion. "He hit you?" he says, unable to comprehend it. You stare at your hands and let out a pitiful laugh. "Kicked me, actually." Harry takes his hand and slowly runs his slim fingers over your bruises, keeping his gaze on your eyes for any sense of pain. He shakes his head. "(Y/N) we need to get you to a hospital or something," he urges, taking your hands and standing. You shake your head, sitting yourself back down on the couch. "It happened months ago, Harry. These are just old bruises. I took care of it." Harry kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees and looking into your eyes with his deep green ones. "But it still isn't right." he insists. "Did he at least get convicted or something?" "Harry I don't really want to talk about this right now." you say, pulling your shirt back over your stomach and settling into the soft fabric of the couch. Harry sighs before joining you once more. He gently drapes his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek, letting his head fall to your neck, right below your ear. "Okay beautiful," he murmurs, "I understand. But I'm always always here if you want to talk, okay?"