Zayn:You stormed through the front door as your heels clicked against the floor. Zayn followed in suit, and never missed a step. The both of you needed to talk immediately. "I cannot believe you are fucking jealous," you sneered as you stripped his blazer off of you. Though you were both angry with each other, he still cared for you and made sure you were warm all the way home. "I am not jealous," he snapped, "you cheated on me. His lips were on yours. Do you know how much the sight fucking hurts me? God, you really have no idea how much I loved you!" While you hurled your heels off, you felt your blood boil. Zayn walked in while your ex-boyfriend forced his lips onto yours. You never kissed him back, but Zayn had a difficult time believing you. "Loved?" your breath hitched. Do not cry, you reminded yourself. Oh, no, the tears were coming. "Yeah," Zayn breathed, "loved." You swallowed a lump in your throat and shifted your feet uncomfortably. You grabbed your clutch from the table and marched toward the front door. "Well, you obviously deserve someone you love," you whispered, "and I guess she is not me anymore." You shivered as the breeze of winter washed over you. Before you left, you stole one last glance, and either you were imagining, but you saw Zayn offer his blazer, but then realizing what he was doing, pulled his arm back and tried to fight his tears as he watched the love of his life walk away.
Louis: Louis tossed himself onto the couch and slowly surfed the channels on the television. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone else. Something bothered him, but usually he told you. The thought he hid a secret from you killed you. The both of you promised to be open with each other, but the tension from his face proved otherwise. You knew just the trick: make him laugh. You needed to hear his laugh before you went crazy. You crept behind the couch and attacked him with tickling kisses along his neck. You knew exactly where to press your lips to make him break, but he remained unmoved. "How long?" he asked flatly without turning to you. You slowly pulled away from him and cocked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" you asked as confusion washed over. "Are we really playing this game right now?" he whispered as tears brimmed his eyes. Oh, no, you thought. You wanted to just kiss his pain away, but what the hell was he talking about? You reached for his hand, but he quickly pulled away. "Do not touch me," he lowly growled. He rose from his seat and paced around the room angrily. "Two fucking years," he shouted, "I loved you for two fucking years. Hell, maybe even more. Why, love? Why did you cheat on me? I saw the magazine covers! I fucking saw him touch what is mine." You winced from the harshness in his voice. He had never been angrier with you. "I never cheated on you," you cried, "why do you believe those stupid magazines?" He bleakly chuckled to the floor and bored holes through you with his eyes. "Maybe because I can trust them more than I can even fucking trust you," he sneered. With this, he marched into his bedroom and packed his belongings to spend the night elsewhere.
Liam: Your ex-boyfriend brushed your cheek and gave you a knowing smile. "I miss you," his voice rose over the loud music. You lowered your head and shuffled your feet nervously. You never meant to run into him tonight, and his actions made you extremely uncomfortable. "You know I am with Liam now," you replied while avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, a muscled arm whizzed past you and hit your ex-boyfriend in the eye. What the hell just happened? You turned to see the man who just punched your ex-boyfriend and immediately, his eyes burned with yours. His eyes darkened with the sight of you. "Liam," you shouted, "what the hell are you doing?" As best as you could with your tight dress, you lowered to help your ex-boyfriend off of the ground. "Are you okay?" you asked worriedly as he held his palm against his eye to mask the pain. Though you loved Liam, you had a heart, and you did not understand why the hell your ex-boyfriend deserved the hit. "Are you serious?" Liam shouted. With the harshness of his voice, you abruptly turned as tears bordered your round eyes. You watched as the muscle in his jaw twitched. "You cheated on me, and the least you could do is apologize, but instead you help the man you cheated on me with?" Liam shouted. "Cheated on you?" you snapped confused. "You think I cheated on you? You really are pathetic. I fucking love you, and for you to even think I considered another man, just know the feeling hurts like hell. Call me when you grow up," you sneered. You clutched your ex-boyfriend's arm and stormed past Liam. Nothing would ever be the same...
Harry: Harry marched through the door and immediately, his eyes burned with yours. The intensity of his eyes sent chills along your spine. Without hesitation, he roughly clutched your waist and shoved you against a wall. His lips crashed against yours without warning. He seemed in a hurry to have his way with you though he agreed to be gentle with you. You felt his tongue beg for access to yours, and obediently, you opened your mouth to let him taste you. He temporarily pulled away to work on a patch of skin on your neck. You felt his fingers roam every inch of your body. His kisses were rough and his fingers seemed impatient to strip away your clothing. Harry had never been this rough with you. Frightened, you lightly pushed him away and panted as you regained your breath. "Harry," you breathed, "why are you being like this? You promised we would take this slow." His green eyes bored through yours. "Shut up," he snarled, "I deserve this." You winced from the harshness in his voice. He leaned in to steal your lips again, but you hurriedly pulled away. He had never been this way with you. You gently tilted his chin to find his round eyes. "Why?" you whispered as tears bordered your eyes. He threw his arms in frustration. "Hell," he huffed, "maybe because you cheated on me. You are mine. Understand this. No one else kisses your lips. No one. Why the hell were you kissing your ex-boyfriend? Why? You fucking said you loved me!" You crossed your arms and marched to your bedroom. While you hurled your clothes into a luggage, you could not help but letting a few tears stream. "If you honestly believe those magazines again," you croaked, "maybe I should just leave." Harry nervously chuckled and raked his fingers through his brown curls. "Hell," he hissed, "maybe you should." After the door shut behind you, you rummaged for the courage to walk away.
Niall: He marched through the front door and staggered to the kitchen. The smell of alcohol whizzed beneath your nose as he threw himself onto a barstool. "How long?" he barked as he burned his eyes with yours. You could see the color fade from his knuckles, and honestly, the sight of him frightened you. You never saw him so angry. "Niall," you stammered, "are you drunk? Baby, please go to bed." You grabbed his bicep to guide him to the bedroom, but he quickly jerked his arm away and grunted lowly. "I saw you with Harry today," he huffed. You watched a muscle in his jaw flinch. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? You were only with Harry for lunch. "Are you honestly jealous of Harry?" you snapped. He shot out of his seat and shoved you against the wall. "I fucking love you," he hissed, "and you cheated on me." No, you thought, maybe the alcohol was speaking. "Tell me one thing," he breathed, "did you love me at all?" You laid a palm against his chiseled chest as to calm him down. "Listen to me," you breathed, "you are drunk. Go to bed, and we can talk tomorrow." The anger in his eyes did not fade. "No," he sneered, "maybe you should just fucking leave." As tears brimmed your eyes, you hurriedly rushed to the counter to find your keys and leave. "If you still cannot trust me tomorrow, Niall," you cried without turning to face him, "never call me again." Before you could completely leave, you heard Niall mumble underneath his breath, "I never planned to."
