One Direction Preferences

They Become Cheaters

Number 12: They Become Cheaters

Harry: There were only two days until Harry came home from tour, you were so excited and could not wait to see his beautiful face. Going on twitter to send him a message, you see a couple mentions saying things like "Harry's with another girl!" they have a twitpic attached and you slowly mouse over it, and click. When it loads your heart drops to your stomach. There's Harry, arms wrapped around some chicks waist, his lips pressed against hers, clearly drunk noticing the half empty cocktail in his hand. You start to cry, crying harder than you have in a long time, but the sadness wears off, and you become livid. Grabbing your cell phone you dial his number, not caring about what time it is or what he was doing. "Hello?" The slow voice rung out and it sent a pain though your body. "How could you Harry?!" The voice on the other end sucked in a breath, he knew he'd been caught. "Babe I didn't mean to! We were hugging for a photo and she came on to me! I swear!" His voice was slurring, still drunk. "I bet you have that girl with you right now in your hotel room! Well you know what Harry, go ahead and fuck her, because you won't be fucking me anymore!" You shout and hang up the phone. For the next two days you sit around your house and sulk, missing Harry more than ever, praying he wouldn't show up at your door, praying that he would. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door, and you knew who would be standing there.

Niall: It was just after dinner and you were in the kitchen putting away dishes, watching the tv from the living room. TMZ was on and suddenly they were talking about 1D. You dried off your hands to walk up to the tv, taking a closer look. A photo of Niall holding hands with some tall brunette popped up "Niall Horan spotted walking the streets of California last week with a mystery girl!" The program went on for a couple minutes, and when the commercial cam on Niall returned from the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You spin on your heels and push him off you, his facial expression dropping, confused and worried "(Y/N), what's wrong?" As if on cue the show started again, going back to the topic of Niall and mystery girl and he stares at the TV in shock. Hearing the program again you break down in tears, covering your face you slump down to the floor and sob, Niall still standing in shock. He kneeled beside you, taking you in his arms "Babe, I swear it meant nothing, she was working on the shoot with us, and when she noticed the paps, she grabbed my hand, I thought it was innocent enough so I just let her do it, I'm so sorry baby." He cooed, arms wrapped tight around you, rocking you back and forth. He was leaving soft kisses on the top of your head, down to your cheeks, your neck...

Liam: You were shaking. It couldn't be true. A group of girls had just walked up to you , claiming to have seen Liam kissing another girl. You pulled out your phone and called him as you walked across the street towards the flat you shared. He was out on a photo shoot today, and he picked up sounding busy. "Liam, tell me the truth." Your voice was shaking, "Did you cheat on me?" The tears were brimming your eyes and he let out a huge sigh. Taking that as a yes you began to sob, he could hear you through the phone and started calling out "(Y/N), baby listen to me, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking PLEASE listen to me baby, god, I fucked up I'm so sorry oh my god." He pleaded to you. Your sobs came harder having heard him reveal the truth. "I was drunk, I was so drunk and she came on to me when she realized who I was, it meant nothing" You walked into the living room of your flat and sat in the chair. "Liam..." You start, the anger rising in you, "All you do now is go out and drink and party and get fucked up! Ever since you started drinking you've changed!" You'd never yelled at him before, and it made you feel sick. The energy over the phone dropped. "(Y/N), I'm coming home. Right now. Please, let me see you I need to talk to you" He says, clearly upset. You sigh in agreement and hang up the phone. You thrown yourself back on the couch and rub your temples, confused and hurt.

Louis: The boys were on the set shooting for the "Live While We're Young" Video, and bored on this great Saturday afternoon you decided to surprise the boys and drop in with some home made cookies. Driving out there you spot the crew and park the car, grab the cookies and walk towards the crowd of people. You're walking around, confused that you can't spot Louis. You bump into Zayn. "Hey (Y/N)! What are you doin' here?!" He says excitedly. "Just looking for Lou, have you seen him?" He ponders it for a moment until his face lights up with remembrance. "I saw him walking over to the jeep a couple minutes ago!" He shouts. "Thanks Zayn. Hey here, have a cookie!" he happily takes one and hugs you. You walk over to the vehicle and can see Louis, but his back is turned to you. Just as you're about to call his name you hear a girls voice. Stepping closer you see Louis press his lips against hers, brushing the hair back from her face. Your breath catches in your throat and you drop the platter of cookies, startling the two. When Louis turns, his face drops and eyes widen. He stares at your already tear stained face for a moment "Oh god, (Y/N)! I..I..." You just shake your head and turn and run. You run fast to your car, even brushing off sweet Liam who asks what's the matter. When you get in the car Louis is pounding on the window, begging for you to let him speak to you, but you speed off, no destination in mind, just anywhere but here.

Zayn: You had flown home to Canada for a week to see your parents, but finally you were coming to your new home, the beautiful flat that you and Zayn lived in now. You were coming home a day early and excitedly walked through the front door to find the place quiet, calm, and surprisingly clean. You laugh to yourself, erasing the mental image of Zayn's underwear hanging from the chandelier and dirty dishes strewn about the house. Assuming he's off with the boys you drag your suitcase down the hall to the bedroom. Opening the door you scream. The sheets are rusting around and at the sound of your voice a female head pops up, her blonde curls a mess from the activity, her face drops when she see's you. Zayn's head pops up next, lips deep red from kissing, his eyes wide in horror. Zayn gets up out of the bed and retrieves his boxers and runs over "(Y/N)! Please, talk to me! I'm so sorry!" He looks back at the girl in the bed "I think you should go home now (R/G/N)..." He says quietly before chasing after you. "(Y/N) Plea-" He's cut off by a quick slap in the face. (R/G/N) walks by quickly, and out of the house. Your arm extends towards the door. "How could you Zayn! How could you do that to me. I thought you LOVED ME!" His eyes filled with pain, but it couldn't match yours. He sighs before looking you in the eye. "I'm so sorry baby...there's Absolutely no excuse for what I did.. I know I fucked up, but it took this to realize how much I love you.. I know that's still no excuse, but when you were walking towards the door, I thought I'd lost you forever, and the worst feeling came over me, I'm so sorry baby..." His face was tear streaked, his words sincere.

A/N: (R/G/N) = Random Girls Name