One Direction Preferences

Lies

A/N: Listen to Mariana and the Diamonds - Lies before reading or whilst reading! xx

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Harry: You never thought there'd be a day when you will feel like you do tonight;drained,exhausted,emotionally unstable,on the verge of falling in a hole.But,it just happened,and all those silly sayings proved to be true-you hated it.Hated being defeaten,hated being told what to do-hated being left over,like tonight,in the middle of a 'very special evening'.To who anymore?Who was more important than the both of you?These days,seems,everybody.There was no valid proof of when it fell apart,no loud thud was heard,no drums to accompany the big turn-over.There was only silence like tonight.Like the moment he stepped in,throwing his coat on the hanger and taking off rudely the shoes you bought for his last birthday.He didn't like them,and you couldn't tell you didn't know.You knew it the day when he made a scowl,thinking you weren't looking.Besides the already said reasons,cards laid on the table,pain still ravened your insides-and the moment its pitch was reached was fresh in your memory,still pictures clear-his face,pretending at its best,a habit he lately wasn't able to get rid off.Maybe it would have lasted longer,he was a known charmer and 'actor' if you didn't speak out;if the words already cautiously planned didn't abandon your lungs,leaving a refreshing sensation behind:'You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?' He didn't fight,nor did he show any signs of trying to make it up,he stared blankly into your eyes,struggling to find the kindest way to say the most inconsiderate things,calculous habit swimming to the surface.Not being able to think nothing better than:'Truly,what is it?' and defeaten,he collected his coat,put on the previously worn shoes-now probably about to end in a trash can,closed the door and never returned again.

Niall: Smell of recently made cotton candy spread through the March evening,beautifully composed:flowers retreating for today,a small intensity wind in the background-fairytale scene.How you wish you could go back in time,say a year ago-when all these things would make you happy,when you giggled over the charm of a full Moon,laid in the grass not bothering to find the reasons for,you simply did it.Was it out of love?You were too proud to say it was,too stubborn to admit once everything made perfect sense.Once everything was alright.And once,evenings with him would bring pure content.It seemed like a long time ago,but the events of the last spring unfolded before your very eyes,in perfect order,things in perfect shape-the carnival brought a smile on your face,and you two ran,hand in hand,senseless-you on his back,cheek nestled into the crook of his neck,a familar smell of his cologne lulling you to sleep.At this precise moment,you were lulled to sleep, too.He was here,the carnival was here,piggy-back offers were here.Feelings weren't.You were a stone.You hated it from the pit...Hated,a word now commonly brought to use.They say everybody changes,right?You evidenced it on your own skin,the change you once feared took over,not leaving a bit of the long ago neighbourhood sweetheart.There wasn't one.You didn't love him.Didn't.Despite the fact he was standing inches from you,trying to win a teddy-bear which caught your eye the last year.It hurt,a bit;seeing him desperately searching the ruins,trying to recover things burned in flames.The smile on his face said everything-he still loved you;still.His heart beated for you,tried to feel for you.It never worked out.And there you were,teddy in hand,his thoughts drowned in realisation,lips forming only:'What's the point in saying you love me like a friend?'

Liam: A small version of him ran through the halls,shouthing the name of his beloved father;searching every room but unsuccessfully finding the figure he needed a hug from.You couldn't give it to him,as much as you wanted to,he didn't find much comfort in your arms as he did in his.Instead,you were in the kitchen,a small mess of ingredients sprawled across the counter,busy woman preparing supper.But,your thoughts weren't focused on the broccoli you were preparing,nose didn't register the smell coming from it.You weren't mentally there,lately you rarely were-things weren't unfolding as wanted,puzzle not falling perfectly into peices,despite you had your own vision of what it'd look like when finished.In your head,if the puzzles combined,they'd make a lovely picture of home,the three of you hugged,wide smiles reaching the eyes;basically an idea of a perfect family.Seems like a part was missing,or wasn't put into its place.Either caused a catastrophy your life now represented.Sometimes you wished your life was like in the movies,besides,who didn't?Him coming from work,you kissing him,the kid hugging him.What you wished wasn't what you got this time:he came home from work,tired,put his suitcase on its place and sprawled across the sofa.He didn't acknowledge the effort you put in decorating the dining table,the candles you lit,he only noticed the brown eyed toddler sitting in his lap and telling a story with not much point.You decided to join the duo on the sofa,playing tickle-an activity you weren't involved into,again.You weren't,weren't weren't-everything consisted weren't.Storming to the table,you pulled the tablecloth violently,sending the prepared meal alongside with dishes on the floor.'Why don't we just pretend?',you shouted-he only staring blankly,a small,lovely, brown-eyed kid shifting in his lap.A brown eyed kid of an another mother.

Zayn: His skin felt smooth to touch,welcoming your fingers like they belonged there.A sleepy plush toy was your favourite version of him,eyes not fully open,not fully closed,dark brown matching the colour of his eyelashes,fluttering.Your hand was positioned on his back,seeking for a comforting nudge,the one saying 'I'm here,don't worry,we'll get through the ice between us.' You found nothing of it tonight,only the cold of a hotel room affecting your mood highly.Everything bothered you.You loathed it.Loathed.It wasn't you.That was no friendly,welcoming girl.The mentioned girl would brush it off with a smile,creating an another excuse in her mind,thinking he was simply tired,or not in the mood for love tonight.She'd find a reason.She always did.Even for the simpliest things,not even worth remembering.But,there also were the mistakes she forgived,the late nights,calls out of no where she chose not to mention.It was always her trying to fix the unfixable thing.Always her trying to make people feel nice;forgetting she needed to feel nice,too.She once did,at the beginning of 'an age',after the day they vowed not to cheat,not to lie,not to hide things.None of them did,they loved eachother,they'd cross the oceans for their love,walk the Earth a tousand times.And how she missed their silly memories,silly decisions,them thinking love could fix everything,fill the gaps between personalities.She missed how he would bring her roses to bed every morning,she missed the nights he made her his,plans to buy a house on the coast and raise children.She missed the ability to kiss him freely.This evening,she found the way to his face,kissed the cheek lightly and whispered into his ear:'You only ever touch me in the dark,cause the night is your woman, and she'll set you free.'

Louis: 'When are you going to be able to come again?,you asked the man standing in front of you,his back turned,hands slowly buttoning a shirt found on the floor.He didn't speak for a certain amount of time,probably he didn't have anything to say.His reasons and explanations,solutions,lies didn't make sense anymore.He was out of ideas this night,the alphabet was too short.Change caught him fast,not only the mental one,he was different;he looked different.His eyes weren't as bright as they used to be once,his hair was a tad shorter,facial hair a bit more evident.The features may have changed in the recent non-speaking period.It lasted longer than usual,had more impact than usual.Something big happened;you didn't know what.It choked you.He backed out again,leaving without a reason,without a word like now,the scenario repeated constantly,leaving you in tears.After he had put on his clothes,he still didn't leave-instead,he sat on the edge of the bed,preparing a speech this time.Was this an exception?Bad or good?You never know with him.Expecting him to start talking,you kept silent.Maybe if you spoke,you'd ruin it,whatever you had.But last days,you wondered,was it you leaving ruins behind,or him?Were you too brave to speak out,to say your opinion?There was only one way to find out.You spoke again:'I don't wanna admit, that we're not gonna fit.'Silence.A huff of breath.Silence again.Finally,words:'I know you love me sweetheart,but I am not the type that you like.'Was this the end?Most likely.All the effort put into this,an idea of a relationship.It wasn't worth being called a relationship.You loved him.He didn't love you.Simple as that.There was a way out,and you realised just now:'You are right.You're not my type.'Silence.A huff of air.Sound of woman's stilletoes in the hall. ________________________________________________________ Hope you liked it :) vote + comment! kbye lovelies ~Girlnotonfire/Naqiya xx ps. SAIASXYOGSUISHINSYF WHO HERD BEST SONG EVER?!! THE GIF AT THE SIDE WAS ME WHEN THE SONG WAS ON REPLAY. OMFG GUYS I CAN'T BELIEVE WE LEAKED IT :p AHHAHASHAH OMFG I LOVE THIS SONG SOO MUCH AND WHO SAW THE TEASERS? LIAM LOOKS SO FUNNY HEHE ' why i love your blouse it goes lovely with your eyes.; HHHAHAHA