One Direction Preferences

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Harry: His cheek is flushed red, but not from embarrassment. You look down at your hand, the sting still there. "Okay you two, that's enough," Paul says stepping in between your glares. "Why would you even bring that up?" You seethe. Harry just stares over Paul's shoulder at you, knowing he had broken his promise to not bring up your past mistakes, but not at all sorry he had. "Huh? Why?!" You shout, stepping closer to him, Paul reaching out his hand to keep you back. "I thought we had moved past this Harry. You said we were starting over." Tears begin to fall once more as the thought of him not actually forgiving your past came back. It had been nearly a year ago, and your relationship had ended because of it. Because of you. The possessive demeanor that once controlled you had ruined your relationship with him. It was the trust issues. He had never done anything to give you a reason not to trust him though. So when you were constantly asking him questions about every part of his life he began to get annoyed. Your actions brought on some of your worst fights. You were so blinded by your love for him, your possession, that you couldn't see how badly you were tearing him apart. He had tried for the longest time to wait it out in hopes you would eventually let your insecurities go. It didn't come, though. Even his mom advised him to end the relationship. The day it ended was the day you ended. The words 'crazy bitch' still haunted you. You had never seen him so angry with anyone, but the fact that it was all directed towards you hurt the most. You hadn't seen it coming, and it left you completely shattered. You had nothing. You were apart for months; way too long. Every day harder than the last. You had fought your way back though, to prove to him that you had changed while on your own. You really had. No longer did you feel the need to constantly know where he was and what he was doing. You called him less, and trusted him more. Remembering that even before he had never done anything to make you think otherwise. The time away from him killed you, made you want to be better. He made you want to be better. But in this moment he had brought everything back. "So we're back to you not trusting me? We're back to you being a crazy bitch again?" His words had hit you just as they had all those months ago. You couldn't stop yourself from smacking him. "We can't start over if you haven't actually changed," he replies, his eyes still locked on yours. "You know I've changed!! You know I have!" You counter, your body pushing up against Paul's, your anger showcased in every action. You had worked so hard to get him back, how could he be saying these things? How could he bring you back to that time in your life? You had only asked him what his plans were after the show, seeing as by this point in the day the two of you had already come up with something post show. It's like your question was his trigger; bringing everything back, bringing your past back. He wasn't over it, your past. If you couldn't ask him about his plans without him reacting like this then he wasn't over it, wasn't over you treating him like you used to. He had told you over and over that he had forgiven you, and that he had missed you not being around, no matter the treatment. As your thoughts take over and you realize that he wasn't actually over your mistakes the anger rises. He had you thinking everything was alright. That you changing had worked. That the two of you were finally going to be alright. That wasn't the case. You launch past Paul at this realization, everything in you seething. This time your fist is what connects to his face, his head turning after the connection. Paul's arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back away from Harry. "LIAR!" You shout as Paul continues to hold you back. "You said we were going to be alright!" Harry continues to look at the floor, turning away from you to walk out of the room. "Don't walk away from me Harry!" He is though, he's gone. "I think it's best you leave, too," Paul says, slowly releasing his grip from around your waist. "And go where? The dressing room?" There weren't many places in the stadium that would keep you away from Harry. "The hotel," Paul returns. You look up at him in confusion. "I think it's best you just leave here all together."