One Direction Preferences and Imagines

He treats you badly in front of fans (Part One)

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He treats you badly in front of fans...

Niall - "Niall, wait!" You call to him, falling behind in the crowd.

"Come on, (Y/N). You know this happens when we go out. Keep up," he calls over his shoulder, annoyance in his tone.

You're wearing high heels and a dress having just been out for dinner and are stumbling through fans trying to get to your boyfriend just as they are. His body guards are keeping him safe as all the fans pass you by, not even sparing a glance.

"Niall James Horan!" You shout, growing angry that he won't wait for you. You knew he was annoyed because you had been interrupted all night on your date, but he was taking it out on you and that was not okay.

"What?!" He shouts back over the crowd. Fans have their phones out recording everything and their faces are turned into frowns. Niall never shows his angry side to the public, but you knew it well.

"I'm in heels! I can't keep up when you're practically running!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have worn them, think a little next time," he calls back, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

You finally make it to him and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Get in the car. This is insane!"

You climb in with him shutting the door behind you and pull away from the curb. You cross your arms over your chest and pull out your phone, tweets rolling in.

Maybe @NiallOfficial isn't as good a boyfriend as I thought he would be. Sorry @(Y/T/N) :(

Harry - "Harry, please, look at me," you say, griping his arm but he shakes you off and keeps walking.

You're backstage at a show and they're letting in fans who've won a meet and greet. Harry was pouting and you could tell something was wrong. You were desperate to know what it was.

"Babe, please," you follow him.

"Seriously, (Y/N). Nothing is wrong okay?" He says, shaking his head slightly and plopping down on the couch as fans start to come through the door.

The other boys stand to meet them but Harry stays on the couch with his arms crossed. He's usually so excited to meet fans.

"Don't try to pull that shit with me Styles. I know you well enough to know something is wrong. Please talk to me," you whisper, grabbing his hand.

"For God sakes! Just leave me alone for a minute please!" He shouts, standing from the couch and ripping his hand from yours forcefully. He pushes you back down on the sofa when you try to stand to follow him. He pushes past all the fans and the boys and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

Everyone's eyes are wide and on you, staring. You stare back, your jaw hanging and tears pricking behind your eyes.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" Louis asks quietly, approaching you and clutching both your arms in his hands, making you look at him.