I don’t really listen to ATL so sorry about this one. xx
Harry: Return the Favor
Liam: Dear Maria, Count Me In
Louis: My Only One
Niall: Remembering Sunday. (When you guys broke up)
Zayn: Get Down on Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me.
I’m going to try to keep this as PG as possible.
Harry: You’ve just arrived home from work when you hear one of the boys’ say your name. You slowly crept towards them and listened. “She’s amazing in bed. She’s like a little freak. She does this thing that drives me insane!” he gushes. You turned a beet red, and called out, “Guess who’s not doing that anymore!”
His eyes widened to the size of softballs. “Babe! Wait! I’m sorry!” You stifled a giggle and slowly crept away.
Liam: You had your head on Liam’s lap. You slowly were falling asleep, when one of the boys says something quite odd…
“So. How’s you guys’ sex life, mate?” Niall asked. “I really don’t want to tal-” “Come on Leeyum,” Zayn dragged. “Well, um, she’s-” “Yeah, how am I Liam?” you asked. He whispered a sorry and looked away.
Louis: You were asleep next to Louis. When you felt him kick you. “No Harry, I will not talk about my private life with (y/n),” he mumbles. You laughed quietly. “Well, okay, fine.” He went into great detail about what goes down.
The next morning he wonders why you can’t look at him without laughing.
Niall: You were sleeping next to Niall. He was on skype with Gregg. “So, hows she been treatin’ ya, you cunt?” Niall chuckled, “You saw that?” “Who didn’t?” “Well anyways, life is amazing. I got a sex god laying next to me, and I’m talking to my brother.” “Sex god? Really?” He shrugged, being the care-free mofo he was.
Zayn: Zayn was with his family in Bradford. You had to stay home because you were sick. You felt your phone vibrate and the screen was illuminated with the words, “Zayn <3”. You answered excitedly, “Hey Ba-” “She’s great in bed. I mean if I could choose one person to sleep with for the rest of my life, it would be (y/n).” You hung up and typed a short message. “Wow didn’t know you felt that way. ;)”
I kind of tweaked this one a little bit… but I hope it’s okay. :3
Liam: Liam and the rest of the boys had gone into the studio to record their next album, so you had the house to yourself. You tried taking naps, cleaning up, watching telly, but nothing kept you busy. As you were flipping through the channels, you saw a concert special of your favorite artist. You started jumping around and screaming along for what felt like hours until suddenly, you heard a door squeak open. Quickly, you hopped back onto the couch and threw a blanket over your head to hide. “Hello, [Y/N]? Where are you? Are you okay? I think I may have heard a dying cat in here? Are you alright?” Liam asked, shuffling around the living room.
Your eyes widened as you pulled the blanket off of you. “No, Liam. A cat did not die in here. It was just me having a little fun being alone,” you smiled. “And I would appreciate it if you never, ever brought it up again.”
Liam smirked a little before pulling you into his arms. “How did the song go again? Was it like this?” He started screaming the words to your favorite song, causing your uncontrollable laughter. “What? Am I doing it wrong?”
You shook your head. “No, this is how it’s done!” You started screaming the lyrics as loudly as possible and Liam joined in after the chorus. You sang the whole concert together before falling asleep to his favorite movie.
Zayn: “Don’t even care about the table breaking. We only wanna have a laugh,” Zayn sang softly as he walked into the kitchen and hopped onto the counter. You looked at him before bursting out laughing. “What? What’s so funny? I don’t get it.”
“It’s nothing, babe,” you assured him.
“No, tell me,” he pleaded, giving you the puppy dog eyes.
You rolled your eyes before laughing again. “Why is breaking the table so funny? I don’t understand. Like ‘ohh, look at me! I’m Zayn and I broke a table. I’m so badass’ is SO HILARIOUS, right?” He pouted before running a hand through his messy morning hair.
He glared a little before pulling the milk out of the fridge. “Well if you think it’s like that, then how about you sing it?” he challenged. You bit your lip nervously since you weren’t exactly the best singer. “What? Breaking the table sounds funny now, doesn’t it?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and shoved him a little.
“Yeah, yeah, Malik. You go break those tables. With your big butt,” you winked before running out of the room.
“You did not just call me fat!” he called before running after you and straddling you. He tickled your sides and you squirmed and screamed to be free. “Sing it! Sing it! If you sing it, I’ll let you free!”
“Don’t—Don’t even care! Table! Break-AH!” you laughed.
“Told you it’s funny,” he smiled.
Louis: “Guess what, love?” Louis asked as he walked into the bedroom. You looked up from your laptop before shrugging him away. “Well that’s not very polite, now is it? That’s it! You’re coming with me, missy!” He came over to the bed and tossed you over his shoulder before carrying you into the dining room.
“Louis! Why are we in the dining room? I need to finish my homework!” you complained.
“Why ARE we in the dining room? I meant to go to the garage… Oh, well. This will have to do. Guess what, [Y/N]?” he smirked with anticipation.
You rolled your eyes, impatient because you had a ton of assignments to finish up before finals next week. “WHAT?” you yelled back, crossing your arms over your chest.
He feigned a hurt look. “Well that hurt me right here,” he pointed to his butt.
“Your butt hurts?” you mumbled.
“I do put the ‘ass’ in ‘sass’ and don’t you forget that! Now for your punishment for me wanting to surprise you with dinner… You have to sing for me!” he smirked, raising his eyebrows in victory. You glared at him before giving him the finger and turning to walk back into your bedroom. He pulled you back to him and held you for a few seconds before kissing your cheek. “Come on, love. Sing for me?” he pleaded.
“Babe, I don’t sing. You already know that I embarrassed myself in front of everyone that one time I was drunk. So no. I won’t sing,” you sighed. “Now, seriously, I have to finish my homework or else I will never get out of school!” you groaned. He kissed your cheek again as he watched you walk back into your bedroom.
He smirked a little to himself. “So all I have to do is get her drunk…”
Harry: You rushed into the bedroom carrying hot soup and some cough syrup. “Here you go, Hazz. Not too hot, not too cold. Just how you like it,” you smiled comfortingly as you brushed your thumb against his cheek. “I wish you would get better quicker though. I miss kissing you,” you sighed.
He sat up slowly before squeezing your hand. “With your love and care, I’m sure I’ll be better in no time,” he sniffed. “How’s Darcy? I just want to be able to sing her to sleep again!” he coughed. You handed him a glass of water and ran a hand through your hair.
“She can’t fall asleep without you, love. She needs her lullabies. Just another reason for you to get better again,” you sighed. “Honestly, if I didn’t have the voice of a goat, maybe she—and I—would be getting some sleep!”
Harry handed me his empty bowl and shrugged. “Maybe you should sing to her? At least try, love. It wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you’ll get some sleep. You’ve been working hard taking care of a newborn and an oldie like me. Maybe she’ll love your voice… maybe…”
You sighed, knowing that you had no other choice. That night, you went into the nursery and rocked little Darcy in your arms. You started singing the lullaby Harry always sings to her softly. She looked up curiously before slowly drifting off to sleep. You placed her gently in her crib before heading back into your bedroom.
“Did it work?” he smiled.
“I think so…” you mumbled.
“That’s Daddy’s Little Girl,” he smiled wider. “But now I’m concerned.”
“Why?” you shot up immediately.
“If she fell asleep peacefully to your singing, she might be tone deaf!” He fell backwards instantly as a pillow flew to his face. “I love you!” he mumbled through the pillow.
Niall: “Do you want anything? Ice cream? Mashed potatoes? Hot soup?” he asked you. You shook your head. “What’s your favorite movie?” You shrugged your shoulders. “What’s my middle name?” You glanced at him before focusing back on the blank wall in front of you. “Do you love me?” You nodded your head. He sighed and sat down next to you. “Yes, you had throat surgery. There’s a chance that your voice won’t sound as beautiful as it used to. There’s a chance that your voice will be the same. But you won’t know unless you talk.”
You let out a sigh before shrugging your shoulders again. He came over to you and kept kissing your cheek. “Well if you’re not going to sing again, then neither will I!” he declared. Your eyes widened. Niall couldn’t stop singing. It was his dream—his life. You couldn’t stop that all because of your stubbornness. No. You couldn’t.
As he turned away slightly, you opened your mouth. “If I-I’m l-louder, would you se-ee me…” you started off shakily. Your eyes teared up as you realized that your once great singing voice was gone. Niall immediately took you into his arms and kissed every inch of your face. “I-I can’t sing,” you sobbed into his shoulder.
“No, you can sing. It’ll be okay. I promise. We’ll get you vocal training and your voice will be good as new again, right?” he asked hopefully.
You looked at him apologetically and sighed. Then you shrugged your shoulders again.
this was my first published preference ever, so i hope it was okay. :3
You’re pregnant but he doesn’t want the baby part 3.
Harry raced over to your house. He was finally getting to meet his son, Edward.
Knock, knock, knock.
You looked once more at the mirror and smoothed out your shirt. “Eddie! Daddy’s here!” you called out. He ran out of his room, with the biggest grin on his face. You slowly trailed behind him. “Mommy! Hurry up! Open the door!” he said, stomping his feet. You let out a small giggle and ran down. You unlocked the door, and slowly pulled the handle. His green eyes met your eyes. He had a goofy grin on his face. “Hey (y/n),” he whispered, engulfing you into a tight hug. You inhaled the scent of his Chanel Blue. The memories flooded your head and you hugged him tighter, not wanting to let him go. “Mommy! You’re going to kill him!” You giggled and let go of Harry. “Hey Eddie,” he said, slowly crouching down to his height. Eddie didn’t speak, he just wrapped his arms around Harry. You saw a tear escape from Harry’s eyes. You smiled, feeling the tears in your eyes. “So, how about we go to a movie and dinner?” he suggested. You both nodded, and left the house. Together, as a family.
You and Jared entered the quaint cafe. You scanned the room, and found the warming brown eyes meet yours. Jared slightly tugged at the hem of your dress, “Mwummy, is that dwaddy?” he whispered. You nodded and smiled slightly. Jared zoomed over and ran into Liam’s arms. “Hewwo Daddy,” he said, playing with Liam’s large hands. “Hey Jared,” he whispered, kissing his forehead. You smiled at the picture of your family slowly being pieced back together. The whole day you guys spent together. Jared not leaving Liam’s side. Not like Liam minded.
Louis picked you up from the hospital, being the gentleman he is, he grabbed your bags and helped you into the car. As you two got into the car, he intertwined your hands. “How have you been?” he asked, staring at you for a second before turning his attention back onto the road. “I’ve been okay. It was kind of hard doing this by myself. I had to hire somebody to take care of me for the last 2 weeks because the babies were getting to heavy, and I was bedridden. “Why didn’t you call me?” “I didn’t want to bother,” you whispered. He squeezed your hand comfortingly and said back, “You’re never a bother.”
As you arrived back at your flat, you breastfed the kids, as Louis sat in the corner staring at the babies in awe. “(y/n)? Can I hold them?” “Of course, come sit.” You carefully gave him the babies and smiled. He was going to be a great father.
“Hey little guy,” Niall cooed to little Breandan. He rocked him back and forth, being careful with him as if he was as fragile as glass. You smiled at how fatherly Niall was. He was a natural. You knew that he would help you through at everything and anything. Niall softly sang to him, putting him to sleep instantly. You came up behind Niall and wrapped your arms around him, slightly scaring him. “You’re going to be an amazing dad,” you whispered into his ear.
You watched Zavan wonder across the playground. A smile slowly spread on your face. He was finally going to meet his dad.
Seconds, to minutes, to hours passed, and still no Zayn. It was already 6 and Zavan hasn’t had his dinner. You called after Zavan, and he seemed heartbroken, “Mummy, why isnt he hwear?” he asked. You whisped a small, I don’t know.
You both walked out of the park and into a the street, the street lamps illuminating the dark path. “Mummy? Is that dadda?” he asked pointing to a figure running towards you two. You just stayed quiet. He knew it was him. Zavan ran to Zayn, and they ran into eachother’s arms. “Hey Zavan,” Zayn whispered.
You guys became a family that night.
Your Pregnant, but He Doesn’t Want the Baby. (Part 2/3)
This is about how your toddler wants to meet him, or he wants to meet her. (They don’t meet until part 3.)
There will be 3 parts.
Harry: It’s been over 4 years since you gave birth to Edward Mason Styles-Milward. He looked so much like Harry, it hurt. It’s also been 2 years since Harry got back from tour. He has been calling non-stop, blowing up your text messages, your email, your twitter. He just wouldn’t stop. He made it clear 4 years ago he didn’t want a child, but now he did?
“Mummy?” Eddie asked. “Yes, Eddie?” “A nice man called you earlier while I was napping. I got tired of it ringing, so I picked up. We talked for a a bit, and he said he was my daddy! Is it true, mummy? I have a daddy?” “Yes, sweetheart,” you whispered. “Can I meet him?” he asked. “Sweetie..” you trailed off, bending down to his height. “Mummy, please? All families need a daddy right?” he asked you. You knew for a fact you couldn’t say no, he had the same eyes as Harry. You just nodded and he squealed, throwing his arms around your neck, “You are the best mummy ever! Call him now! Call him now!” You obliged.
Right after the first ring, he picked up. “(y/n)? Is this really you?” Before you could answer, Edward took the phone from you and put it on speaker. “She said we can meet, daddy!” “That’s great son,” Harry answered, you can practically hear the happiness in his voice. You knew this was the right thing to do.
Liam: It’s been three years since you gave birth to Jared Woody Payne. You sat at the park with your son, Jared. “Mummy! Can I go pway?” You nodded, “Be careful though!” He zoomed off. You silently read your book. Jared ran over to you pointing at a toddler around the same age as Jared, playing with his dad. “Mummy, why don’t I have a dadda?” he asked curiously. “Well, you have one, but you haven’t met him,” you explained to your curious child. “Can I mweet him?” You knew that you couldn’t keep him from his dad, it was wrong. “Yes, you can,” you breathed.
You dialed the oh-so familiar number. Ring, ring, ring. “Hello?” the Wolverhampton accent, spoke. “Liam? It’s (y/n).” “(y/n)? How’ve you been?” “Great, well, your son,” but before you can finish, Jared snatched your phone and spoke quickly, “Weally wants to meet his dadda,” he said cutely. “Well buddy, give the phone to mummy and I’ll meet you soon, okay?” he said excitedly. He gave over the phone, “You hear that mummy! I can fwinally meet dadda!” he cheered. You and Liam set everything up, and were going to meet the next day.
Louis: You sat in the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor to release you. There was a small knock, and the doctor walked in. “Hello, (y/n). How are you feeling?” “Good as ever,” you responded. “Well, you can go home today, and don’t worry about your hospital bill. It’s been paid!” he said excitedly. “What? By who?” “A very kind man. Louis Tomlinson I believe.” You just nodded and collected your things and walked out.
You dialed his number, and in within a ring or two, he answered. “(y/n)? How are you? Are you okay? How are the twins? I’m so-” “Louis,” you said, cutting him off, “Thank you for paying the bill. Did you want to meet them?” “Of-of course I do,”he breathed, “What did you name them?” “Tommy William Tomlinson and Elizabeth Lana Tomlinson,” you whispered into the receiver.
Niall: You stared down at your little two month old, a spitting image of Niall. Well, except for the dyed Blonde hair. His eyes shined oh-so brightly. You knew you couldn’t do this alone, and so did Niall. He’s been calling non-stop through-out your pregnancy. You guys kept contact. You would update him on things and he would tell you how he’s been, small things like that, but you still couldn’t face him.
You picked up your phone and typed in a small message, “Do you want to see Breandan?” He immediatly responded with a yes.
Zayn: You stared at little Zavan walk through the street getting an occasional “Aww.” He acted just like Zayn, staring at his reflection. Even for a 4 year old, he was very vain. He wouldn’t let you touch his hair. You walked down the street where everything happened. Where you almost killed yourself, the street that held so many horrid but beautiful memories. You stared a Zavan. He picked up a small magazine with his dad’s face on it. “Wook Mummy! Daddy!” He knew who his dad was, but he never met him. “Can I mweet him? Please mummy?” You had to let him.
You dm’d Zayn saying to meet you at the park on Sunday to meet Zavan.
Laptops about to die. Bye!
Your Pregnant, but He Doesn’t Want the Baby. (Part 1)
So this is one of my contest topics, but I really like this topic. xx
Written in 3rd Person.
Harry: She stared down at the small piece of white plastic that would change her life forever. She couldn’t contain her excitement. Surely, Harry would be excited too. So, she patiently waited for Harry to come home to their shared apartment.
“Love! I’m home,” he called out. “In here!” she responded.
“Guess what?” they both said in unison.
“You go first,” they both said in sync again. “1.” “2.” “3.”
“I’m going on tour.”
“Wha-what?” Harry said, stuttering, “This can’t be happening. No, no, no.” “Haz, what do you mean?” “You have to leave, I have to leave.” He wasn’t making an sense, he was to shocked. “We can get through this!” She exclaimed, her tears streaming her face. He shook his head and began packing. “Harry! Stop!” she exclaimed, she didn’t want to be alone, but she knew there was no way out of it. He left seconds later. She sat on one side of the door, her tears were now free falling. On the other side of the door, stood a Harry. He couldn’t believe he just walked out of the best thing that’s ever happened to him. His life was pretty much, over.
Liam: “How, how are you pregnant?” a worried Liam asked. “We had fucking sex!” she exclaimed. “I can’t do this,” he whispered. “You’re just going to leave? You’re going to leave me with your child? Your first child?” she questioned him intently. “Stop! Stop making me feel so guilty!” he exclaimed, burying his head into the palms of his hands. “You should be,” she spoke as she stood up, “You promised to never hurt me. You promised that no matter what, you would stay by my side. You promised, Liam. But I guess promises are meant to be broken, yeah?” and with that she walked out, leaving him with her burning words.
Louis: “What? What do you mean you’re leaving?” “I’m leaving (y/n), I can’t be a dad, I have my whole career ahead of me. I can’t just give up for you and that thing!” “This thing is your child. You helped make him or her, but you won’t stay around? Your such a man. What happened to me over your career? What happened to the Louis that protested when management told us to break up? What happened to the Louis that loves me? Did he every exist?” Before he could speak, she was our the door, ready to start fresh.
Niall: “(y/n)? What’s this?” Niall asked, holding the pregnancy test, and ultrasound pictures. “I was going to tell you tonight, but I guess I’ll tell you now, I’m pregnant,” she said happily. “No, you can’t,” he whispered. “Why not?” “I can’t do this. Look, I love you, more than you can think, but I can’t do this, not now. Please understand,” he whispered, trying to grab her shaky, fragile hand. But she pulled away, and grabbed her things, walking out of his flat. He stared down at the ultrasound pictures, instantly regretting what he said.
Zayn: “Get an abortion,” he said simply, but she wouldn’t have it. “That’s like killing a part of me, that’s like killing a little me, a little you.” “So be it, I just don’t want the baby.” She knew what she had to do, she couldn’t do this by herself, she just couldn’t. She kissed his cheek softly, and whispered her last goodbye, she couldn’t live without him. As soon as she walked, he regretted every word he said, he jumped up and went to chase her.
Part 1 (Harry & Liam) : http://pictureperfect1dpreferences.tumblr.com/post/28396633866/fightwithex
Play: Be Alright by Justin Bieber
Harry: You sighed and looked down, you couldn’t believe he didn’t believe you. You ran out of the mall, passed Caroline and Harry, and out of the mall. You walked down the cobblestone road. You had about 100 euros, enough money for a taxi and bus fare, but you hated taxis, and buses only took exact change.
After walking a mile or so down the road, you gave up. You sat next to a homeless family and vented your feelings. They just sat their smiling and listening. You offered to buy them food, which they graciously excepted. You stood up and ran across the street, into a small pub. You stared at a mop of curls that was laying on the bar, drunk and sobbing. You looked at him and ignored it. You went to the front and ordered. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around and glanced at him and ignored him. “Babe, please. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I should of let you explained, but I was an ignorant douche. I realized after Caroline told me the truth that I made the biggest mistake walking out of that store, please forgive me, I- I can’t go through life without you,” he said, the tears brimming his eyes. “Your forgiven,” you whispered, planting a small kiss on his lips. The whole pub erupted into cheers. You took the food and walked out hand in hand. “Hold on,” you told him. You looked both ways and ran across the street giving the family the food, and money. You also gave your address and told them to come by whenever.
“You’re so sweet, I’m lucky aren’t I?”
Liam: You ran out of the studio, not caring about the odd stares you were getting. You didn’t know where you were, or where you were going, but you didn’t care. You sat behind a prop and sobbed. “[Y/N]?” you heard the all to familiar Wolverhampton accent call out. You stood up and he immediately spotted you. He jogged over to you and smothered you in kisses and sorry’s. You didn’t care about a while ago, you just care about now.
Part 1 (Louis, Niall, Zayn):
Louis: You went up the stairs and began packing your belongings, you didn’t officially move in with him, you just stayed there most of the time. Louis ran up and threw the clothes out of your suitcase, “I’m stupid for not believing you, stay please?” he asked. You knew he was sincere so you graciously excepted his apology.
Niall: You walked out of Nandos and got a taxi. You told him the address, when you arrived to his parents house, you ran up the stairs to his bedroom, throwing all of your belongings into the small duffle. “[y/n?] What are you doing?” Greg said, followed by Niall’s parents. “Niall broke up with me. I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry.” “What happened?” Maura asked. You told them what happened. Niall barged in saying, “He greatly regrets it and wants you to take him back.” Of course you did.
Zayn: You went back to your flat and sobbed for the rest of the night. There was a knock at your door and stumbled in was a very drunk and upset Zayn. “I’m sorry, I’m stupid. I love you,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep. And that’s all you needed to take him back.
Harry: You went over to Harry’s house to surprise him. As you walked in, you heard loud grunting. Was he cheating? When you swung the door open, you saw Harry laying naked with his thing in his hands, masturbating. “Harry..” you trailed off. He just shot you a cheeky smile and said, “Care to join, love?” You did of course.
Liam: You were out at the store to pick up a new CD for you and Liam to watch. You picked of Friends with Benefits. While you and Liam were watching it, a heated makeout session came up. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered. 5 minutes after he left, you grew worried. You opened the door to Liam doing the nasty. You slowly walked out and sat on the couch. He came in 5 minutes later. (When I was writing this, You’ve Got a Friend in Me, started playing.)
Louis: “Alright, bye babe! I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you spoke into the webcam. Little did you know, you forgot to turn off the webcam. You started to mess around when you heard an obnoxiously loud cough. You opened your eyes to see Louis staring at you. Oops.
Niall: You stared wide eyed at Niall. He was just as shocked as you. He just left your flat and forgot his phone, he was shocked to catch you doing the dirty.
Zayn: You woke up in the middle night to loud grunting, you slowly opened your eyes to see Zayn masturbating. You guys didn’t get any sleep that night.
Listen to: I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz.
Harry: You looked down at your phone, most of your mentions were about the interview. The interview that made you fall even harder for him. Just by watching that video, you knew he was the one. On your flight back to London, you kept practicing what you would say. You were about to head to baggage claim to grab your things as quickly as possible so you could get to Harry’s. As you walked out of the terminal, you saw a familiar mop of curls walking through the crowd, holding your luggage. Harry. You ran to him, dropping your duffle and hugged him. You whispered a soft, “You have one more chance, don’t ruin it.” He kissed you, smiling against your lips.
Liam: You stared at the top TT. Come Back (y/n). You knew exactly what it was for, but why would you go back? He didn’t love you, he never did, you silently convinced your self. You click on the TT and the top tweet was a link. You clicked on it and it lead to the interview. The tears welled up in your eyes, Liam was broken. You pushed your laptop off you lap and grabbed your keys, zooming out of your house. You sped past every stop sign, every red light. You didn’t care about how many tickets you were going to get, you just wanted Liam. You knocked on the door and prayed he would answer. As soon as he answered, you tackled him into a hug, planting small kisses on his face. He was glad to have you back.
Louis: You didn’t pick up the phone, no, you did something better. You flew out to his next concert to surprise him. You had VIP package and everything. Who knew one day you would be paying to see your ex-boyfriend. As you waited in line for the small meet and greet, you rehearsed what you were going to say. You were nervous, a million questions a minute ran through your head, “What if he doesn’t want me anymore? What if-“ Your thoughts were cut off by someone pushing you forwards. You heard aloud gasp, “(y/n)?” You nodded vigoruosly. You joined them for the rest of the tour.
Niall: The last words of his interview ran through your head, “It was a drunken mistake, and if I could, I would take it back.” A loud honk came from behind you, shit, green light. You sped over to Niall’s. The door was slightlty ajar, so you let your self in. You saw Niall sprawled out on the couch, boxes of empty tissues, and Nando’s were spread out across the room. “Nialler?” “Gah, I miss her so much, I can hear her voice.” You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, he grinned like a mad man. He was the happiest he had been in a month.
Zayn: You watched the interview live. You loved him, shit, you still do, and you had to prove it. You texted him while he was still on air, saying, “I love you, meet me at m place tonight?” You watched as he read it and smiled widely, knowing everything was going to be okay.
Louis: You and Louis were at home. There was a knock at the door and you went to go open it. “Hey El-” Bam! She hit pushed you. You slapped her and heard a gasp come from behind you. “(y/n)! Why did you do that?” he asked, pushing you out of the way to help her. “Your cheek is swollen,” he told her. “(y/n), apologize,” he said firmly. ” No!” you retorted. “Then leave.” You stormed out, if he didn’t trust you, then what’s the point of this relationship?
Niall: You and Niall were visiting his home town of Mullingar. You two were at Nandos. (i know there isn’t one there, but bare with me.) He excused him self to the restroom. As you were eating, you felt a hand collide with the back of your head. You pushed them onto the ground. Holly. “(y/n)?! Wha-” he saw you straddling Holly, hitting her repeatedly. “We’re over, get out.” You began crying and walked out, alone.
Zayn: You and Zayn were at American Apparel. As you went to look for things, you felt someone slap your face quite hard. Perrie. You slapped her repeatedly and tackled her, “Hey Babe. What do you think of thi-” He looked up and pushed you off. He picked up Perrie and said, “I can’t be with someone like you, you’re ruining my image. We’re over.” and they left.
Harry: You and Harry were out at the mall, he went to try something on, when an old, wrinkled hand reached out at the same time, “Caroline?” “(y/n)? First, you steal Harry, and now you want this shirt? Should I give you my left over sandwich too?” “For the last time, I didn’t steal him!” You and Caroline have had this conversation one to many times. Right as she was about to slap you, you swung at her. “(y/n)!” you heard Harry yell. “Why?” Harry asked, mortified that you would do such a thing. “She was going to hit me first!” you yelled. “Whatever, come on Caroline.” And with that they left.
Liam: You were at X-Factor rehearsals with the boys. They were doing a small anniversary performance. Your minding your own business when all of the sudden, you were pushed. You whipped around and saw Danielle, you slapped her and she fell dramatically. “(y/n)! Why would you do that?” Liam yelled, running to Danielle’s side. “I-She was-” “Save it. Leave.” “But-” “LEAVE!”
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Harry: You and Harry have been friends since you guys were 6. As your relationship with each other, so did your weight. 12 years later, you were 50 pounds more then you should be.
You and Harry sat one the couch watching Love Actually. “Hey, (y/n)?” Harry asked reaching over to hold your hand. “Yeah?” you questioned. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” “Wh-What?” you stuttered, a little shocked. “You like me, I like you why not?” “I’m fat! You could get models if you wanted!” “I don’t want models!” he retorted, “I want you.”
Liam: As you walked into the gym, you spotted Liam Payne. You were a bit insecure about your looks since you were overweight. He stared at you and gave you smile. You smiled slightly and walked off to the other side. You saw him follow you around for a while. You finally grew tired of him following you. “If you’re going to make fun of me, just do it!” you yelled towards him. He looked a bit surprised. “I just wanted your number, why would I make fun of someone as beautiful as you?” Liam questioned. You guys exchanged numbers and worked out together.
Louis: You tugged at the hem of your plus size shirt as you waited in line at the meet and greet. You were finally getting to meet your favorite band, One Direction. As you waited in line, you stared at all the other girls, so skinny, so fit. You looked down, all your life you have been overweight. When you reached the front, you couldn’t go up there, you wanted to, but you didn’t want to be judged. So you gave them a shy smile and ran off, crying. You hid in a corner at the venue. “Excuse me miss? Why is a pretty girl like you crying,” a thick british accent said. “Because I’m fat and ugly,” you whispered. “And I’m a gorilla,” Liam spoke, trying to lighten the mood. “What?” “I thought we were saying things that couldn’t be true. Here take my number, call me sometime and we can get together, yeah?”
Niall: You were sitting in a booth at Nandos, picking at your food. You never ate much, but you had hypothyroidism. The condition caused you to gain weight unintentionally. “I sitting over there and was wondering, could I join you?” a thick Irish accent spoke. You looked up an nodded. After an awkward few minutes, he spoke up, “Why aren’t you eating?” he asked. “I have hypothyroidism and don’t want to gain anymore weight,” you mumbled. “There’s more to love. Now eat!” You later exchanged numbers and went on a date to Nandos.
Zayn: You were on the flight with One Direction. You had a blast, but none of the other girls would want to sit next to you due to your size. Zayn noticed and walked over to talk to you, after a while, you exchanged numbers.
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Harry: You slammed the door as you walked out of his flat. You walked in on him and another girl going at it. All you wanted to do was see him before you left to America for the week, but instead you see him and another girl. As soon as you got into the car, you broke into sobs. You never thought it would come into an end, but it did.
1 week later.
“So how are things with you and (y/n)?” the interview questioned. He stayed silent looking down, “I messed things up,” he whispered, “I never wanted us to end, but we did because I was an idiot. I didn’t realize everything I wanted was right in front of me. She was everything to me, she still is. I just want her back.” he breathed out. “Is that why, you um,” the interview tried to put it in the nicest way. “Look like crap?” “Er, yeah,” the interviewer chuckled nervously. “Well, yeah. All I have been doing is looking through old pictures and crying. Miserable right? My eyes aren’t even green anymore, they’re more gray. See?” he said pointing to his eyes. “Well, there you have it, Harry is miserable without (y/n).”
Liam: Liam figured that things weren’t working, he didn’t feel the sparks that he used to and he didn’t want you to get hurt. You were upset and he knew, but you didn’t cry because you wanted to show you were stronger than he thought. He reached over to hug you but you pushed away, your walls you built up were slowly crashing. You ran out of the apartment, ripping off the necklace he gave you, and throwing it at him in the process. You heard his faint shouts yelling for you to come back, but you didn’t want him seeing you like this.
5 days later.
“So, who’s single?” the interviewer asked. Liam stared at his hands, whispering “Me.” your necklace in his hands. “Liam? What happened to (y/n) man?” He took in a deep breathe and sighed, “I screwed up, that’s what happened,” he said, his voice slowly beginning to crack, ” I let her go, I told her I didn’t feel it, but you never know what you have ‘till it’s gone right?” he said, quoting Monica’s ‘Until It’s Gone’. “Do you miss her?” he asked. “Of course he does,” Zayn said speaking, knowing his friend couldn’t speak, “He hasn’t been himself lately, (y/n), come back.” Later on Come Back (y/n) was a TT.
Louis: Louis was leaving for tour. He said he wanted to try someone new. You were in hysterics, not only did he break up with you, but he did it over a phone call. Louis tried to call you back numerous times that day, but you wouldn’t pick up.
3 Days Later.
“So, is (y/n) coming to visit anytime soon?” the interviewer questioned. “Sadly, no,” Louis whispered, “We broke up 3 days ago. I don’t know why I did that, but I did and now I regret it. I threw away everything we had. I just don’t know what to do anymore, you know? She was the one and I- I just threw it all away.” “He hasn’t been himself lately. He’s just always looking through their old text messages. He always tries to call, but she never answers.” Pick Up The Damn Phone (y/n) was now a TT.
Niall: Niall and you got into a big fight about his drinking, he ended the relationship while he was still drunk. The next morning he woke up to an empty flat. All your belongings were gone, and all he did was cry. He didn’t eat for days, until he was force fed.
1 Month Later.
“So what happened with (y/n), Niall?” the interviewer questioned. “Well-” “I don’t think you have any right to know,” Louis said. “It’s fine, they deserve to know the biggest mistake I made,” Niall spoke up, “I was drunk and came home, she waited up all night, being the amazing girlfriend she was. We got into an argument, and I woke up to an empty flat. She later on texted me saying, “Hope your doing well single, I mean after all, that’s why you broke it off right?” It finally hit me, I broke up with her while I was drunk. It was a drunken mistake, and if I could I would take it back.”
Zayn: Zayn was having one of his moody days, on those days you tried to be as far from him a possible. Thinking you were hiding something, you got into a big argument, and you broke it off.
The Next Day.
Zayn didn’t want to get up, he just wanted to die. He was a disheveled mess. His once perfect quiff, was now sticking out in ways he could not fix. His once brown eyes, were now black with sadness and hurt. He had bags under his eyes and his stubble was grown. His eye whites were now red. He was a wreck.
“Zayn, woah man, what happened?” “I was an idiot. (y/n) and I just broke up because I’m a douche. She deserves so much better then what I gave her. I should’ve trusted her. I spent all night trying to contact her and apologize, but it was no use, she doesn’t love me anymore,” he whispered.
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Niall: ”Fuck!” you yelled unintentionally. You were at a signing with Niall, being forced to sit in the back due to tourettes. No one could hear you, but you could here everybody else. One comment especially. “Niall, why are you still dating (y/n)? I mean all she does is swear and that’s weird. Call me after you break up with her, yeah?” Niall looked around for parents or little kids before saying “How bout you stick a dick in your mouth you cunt.” You could tell he was angry. “I cuss as much as her, so take you a your fetus self, some where else, yeah?” Your head jerked to the head as you smiled, going around the corner to give Niall a hug and kiss on the cheek before whispering “thank you.”
Harry: You and Harry were sitting at the movie theater surrounded by fans. It was really quiet but then your head jerked to the side and was accompanied by a “Nah.” “Harry! Tell your psychopathic girlfriend to get her ass out!” a fan slyly remarked. He was angry. He stood up to look at the fans, “I don’t know who said that, but you should be ashamed. You are probably one of those psychopathic fans that send hate. Right? Well, go to hell.” and with that, all the fans apologized. You graciously accepted and your head jerked again.
Play: Be Alright by Justin Bieber
Harry: You have Dyslexia. You and Harry were out at the beach, Harry making you read a sign every once in a while. Out of nowhere, a group of girls come and mob you two. Trying to be kind, you slowly backed away and sat in the sand, running in through your fingers. “Hey Harry, why don’t you go for a girl with an I.Q. higher than your cats?” a girl slyly remarked. You felt the tears well up in you eyes. “Listen,” you heard Harry say, sounding as mad as ever, “I don’t know who you think you are talking about (y/n) like that, but you can shut your trap. I rather go out with a girl with a disability then a girl who is rude to people with one, (y/n)! Let’s go.” When you two were out of sight from them, he pulled you into a hug and stroked you hair, and whispered nothing but sweet things to you.
Liam: You were deaf as a child but got surgery done, but you still have speech problems. Your eyes welled up as you read the tweet over and over again. “@(Y/T/N) is such a freak, talk like a normal person bitch! Why is @Real_Liam_Payne even with you? He could do so much better.” She was right. Liam needed someone better. Someone without a Speech Impediment. “Guess Wha- Oh, What’s the matter (y/n)?” You didn’t speak, you just pointed to the screen. “Sweetie, I love your voice, don’t listen to them. They’re just upset that they don’t have a voice like yours. A small smile appeared on your face, and you whispered a small “I Love You.”
Louis: You Have ADHD. You and Louis were walking in the park, you were getting distracting by everything, and everyone. “Ooo! Look it’s a duck!” you exclaimed. AS you went to chase it, you saw a group of fans surround Louis. You began walking towards them, but you stopped in your tracks when you hear, “Louis, why don’t you date someone that will pay attention to you?” The tears welled up in your eyes, and you just looked down at your feet, and began walking away, “I’m dating (y/n) because I love her, she funny, smart, beautiful. She has ADHD, yeah, so what? It makes her unique, and 10x more amazing. Now excuse me, I’m going to just go hangout with my amazing girlfriend.”
As you guys began walking, you said, “I love you.” ”I love you more,” he whispered kissing your temple.
Niall: You have Bipolar Disorder. You and Niall were just sitting on the couch, looking through tweets. “Aww, that ones cute,” you said to Niall. He smiled and kissed your forehead. Your eyes came across a tweet, “Your girlfriend is mental, take her to a hospital! @NiallHoran” The tears welled up in your eyes, “That was extremely rude,” he looked over at your crying body, “I love you so much, your disorder only makes it stronger. You are willing to put up with my Irish temper and drunkness, I’m willing to put up with your disorder. Even if it’s not really something to put up with.” You smiled and cuddled into his side. “There’s that smile I fell in love with.”
Zayn: You’re legally blind. You held on to Zayn’s hand, as you walked through the mob of paparazzi’s and fans. Even though you could barely see them, the flashes burned your retina. He brought you into his chest, shoving through the crowd. Questions were thrown everywhere, “Zayn! (y/n)! Is it true you’re pregnant?” a papaprazzi questioned. “Hey, Zayn why don’t you date someone who can appreciate your looks?” a girl asked. Zayn stopped in his tracks, he looked furious. Everyone noticed and slowly backed away. “You want to know why I love (y/n)? Because she loves me for me, not some stupid boy band singer, not for my looks. Even if she can’t see me, she still compliments me. She still cares for me. She does everything you couldn’t.” He pulled you guys away, and kissed your forehead lovingly, “I’m sorry about that,” he whispered. You nodded and buried your head in his chest.