Harry: Broken. That's all you felt. Broken and dejected as you simply sat on the floor, back against the wall, forcing yourself to listen to the equal moans elicited from inside that room. The room you and Harry had once shared. "He's really cheating on me," you whispered to yourself, not wanting to accept the dark truth. The moaning didn't stop, it built up and got louder. You squeezed your eyes shut, destroying any chance a tear had at escaping your eyes. You had to be strong for your own good, even if it was damn hard. You got up quietly and started to pack a bag, just simple necessities until you could gather all of your things later. You were surprised. You were holding yourself together well, which wasn't a thing you did often. You cried silently as you packed your stuff and ripped off a piece of paper, slamming it onto the kitchen counter, intoxicated with bittersweet influence. "My dearest Harry, I would tell you to go fuck yourself, but you're obviously too busy doing it with that slut in there. I'll be back later to pick up all my stuff. Goodbye, babe. xx Love, Y/N." You read it over and over, teardrops splattering on the paper, smearing the ink a bit. Feeling satisfied with yourself, you walked out the door, slamming it hard to make sure Harry heard.
Zayn: Is it bad that you weren't even surprised? As soon as you saw Zayn in bed with Perrie, his ex-girlfriend, you just walked out, sighing. "Y/N, I'm so sorry!" Zayn shouted meaningless, frantic apologies at you, but it didn't even matter anymore. You knew that in his nature, this was bound to happen again. Hell, you saw how he stared down girls when you two were out at the club or bar. You weren't stupid. You simply turned to him and looked him in the eye, breaking him with just your words. "The sad thing is that I'm not even surprised, Zayn." You could hear his uneven breathing as silence enveloped you. You did cry though, not forgetting that you still loved him and he went and hurt you like this. "Boo, please," Zayn pleaded, his eyes shaking for mercy. Your heart pounded as you shook your head no. "Zayn, I'm not going to forgive you for this one. I think I deserve better." He inhaled sharply, accepting this. "You're right," he spoke tightly, "you do." You felt tear after tear cascade down your face. You took one last good look at him and fled the room, not knowing if you would ever see Zayn again.
Niall: It felt like being stabbed in the heart, if you had to describe the feeling of Niall cheating on you. Like everyone else, you always had a soft spot for your Irish lover. As soon as you saw that article and the true rumor that ruined your life, you broke completely. Of course the person he slept with was Demi. Perfect, famous, stunning Demi. And of course she was Niall's celebrity crush. You heard Niall come through the door with bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks from crying. "Princess," he croaked, "I'm sorry." You felt the lump in your throat and it took everything in your being to get words out. "No, don't call me Princess, Niall. You wouldn't do this to your Princess." The deep, silent staring lasted for a few minutes. Then you both started sobbing, and ran to each other, embracing tightly. You would miss his hugs, you thought. You pulled away and examined him through blurred, wet eyes. You would miss his eyes, his hair, his body, his now broken smile, his everything. You sniffled and whispered to him, "I'm going to miss you, Niall." The look in his eyes told you he understood. He wasn't worthy of you. "I'm going to miss you more, Princess."
Louis: You were truly shocked. You felt your fragile heart slowly start breaking as soon as you saw Louis with another girl in your bed. Louis was a lot of things, but he wasn't a cheater. Boy, did he prove you wrong. "Y/N, if you would please just listen!" Louis chased after you, grabbing at your wrist. You were crying harshly, and you did not want to face him. "Louis, you cheated and there's nothing you can do to change it, okay?" He looked into your loveless, disappointed eyes and he knew there was no way out. "Leave, Y/N," he spoke quietly, staring at his feet. "W-What?" you locked eyes with him, astonished. "I don't deserve someone as beautiful as you, so please leave," he explained, holding back his tears. You whimpered, wanting to leave so badly but not having the power to do it. You grabbed his head and crashed your lips onto his, wanting the moment to last forever, knowing it wouldn't. Louis pulled away and murmured on your lips. "I love you, Y/N. Please always remember that." With that being said, you knew you needed to leave him for your own sake. And who knows, maybe one day, if fate decided it, you'd be back.
Liam: You didn't want it to be true. You rejected the idea for as long as you possibly could, but you knew you couldn't hide from the facts anymore. And now you sat before a crying Liam as he grasped onto your hand for most likely the last time. "Liam," you whispered to him, "I wish they weren't true, but they are. You slept with someone else." He closed his eyes, like the words hurt him physically. He squeezed your hand tightly. "I wish they weren't either. I was too drunk to realize anything-" "God, you were drunk too!" you cried out. It was so unlike Liam to do any of this, and that's what hurt the most. His constant changing. He sniffled and stared at you with those deep brown eyes. "I've truly never been more sorry and regretful about something than I am for doing this to you, Y/N. You have to believe me." "I believe you, Liam," you breathed out. And for a second, you saw a spark of hope in his eyes, vanishing as quickly as it came when you told him, "But sometimes sorry just isn't enough."
