Imagines (Justin & 1D ot5) OPEN

He Cheats PT 2

Justin:
You'd taken refuge at (Y/EB/N)'s house being that your bestue was out of town ok a business trip.
You could've gone home, but that would've left you in your feelings to overthink things that shouldn't be overthought.
Being around people was what you really need and you had no one else to confide in except (Y/EB/N).
"He's an asshole. It has nothing to do with you. He's the asshole."
"But, like, why wasn't I enough? Why couldn't he be happy with me?"
"Baby, with all that ass in those jeans, you're more than enough. Don't let this son of a bitch get you down."
You looked down at your phone, ignoring another call from Justin and a text pleading you to either pick up or tell him where you were.
"He looks sorry," (Y/EB/N) said, peeking at your phone.
"I don't need to be a pity party. I'll talk to him when I get my head screwed I'm straight so he can't screw with it anymore." You turned your head to the tv. "Shall we?"
"Supernatural?"
You laughed.
You hadn't watched Supernatural since y'all had broken up. It had hot guy #1, Jensen Ackles, for you and blood and action for (Y/EB/N).
This is good. You though to yourself. I feel good.

Louis:
You'd gotten home and checked TMZ.
Not the most credible newsite, but it was the first thing that popped it your head.
Sure enough, Louis and Ariana were on the homepage and so was a picture of you (one of your best Instagram posts, thank the Lord). There was a lot of commotion in the back of the picture, even Niall's peroxide streaks could be viewed in the picture's background.
There was no mistaking the center piece of the photo, though,  because TMZ put a large red circle around it, enhance the picture, and put text saying 'OMG!!' around it.
You searched hard for mismatched lighting, lines, or anything that screamed 'PHOTOSHOP,' but soon your eyes were blurred by tears. You couldn't spot the difference between a polar bear and a koala the way this way going.
You looked away from the laptop but everywhere was Louis.
You decided to let the tears fall, getting out as much emotion as you can before conffronting the bastard.

Zayn:

"Babe," Zayn said walking towards you. "Don't leave."
"Why?" You asked, tears falling.
"It was an accident. I wasn't thinking."
That pissed you off. Accident? Accident my ass, Malik.
You walked into the closet and grabbed a golf club that Zayn had bought when Niall tried to teach him golf.
"(Y/N)?" Zayn questioned.
"This is for telling me you loved me."
You swung at the kitchen countertop, knocking of bowls and appliances and causing a huge mess.
"(Y/N)!"
"This is for you letting me believe you!"
You walked over to the living room and smashed the giant flat screen tv that he watched his dumb matches on and played his stupid games on and ignored you for sometimes.
Fuck it, you though and swung again.
"For fuck's sake, (Y/N)!"
You stalked out of the apartment, golf club in one hand and your suitcases in another.
"I'm not letting you leave like this," Zayn said, following you out the door. "Come back."
You continued to walk, throwing the suitcase down two flights of stairs that led to the parking garage.
You were glad that the homewrecking slut's car was out of your space.
You dropped the handle of the suitcase, got the club ready, and swung, hitting the passenger window of Zayn' s beloved Audi.
"That was for every time- every fucking time- that I told you I love you."
You hit the the windshield three times.
"I love you so much."
You were tired and panting when you dropped the club, picked up your suitcase, and started walking towards your car.

Liam:

The Judge looked over at Liam with her eyebrows raised, but liam had his head down.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Payne?" She questioned.

"Yes." He cleared his throat. "Okay, so I made a mistake. I take full credit, responsibility, blame - whatever - for it. I promise on my life that the fact that I made a mistake does not make me a bad parent. It sure as hell doesn't mean that I should never get to see my daughter or lose custody."