One Direction Preferences

#5 He hits you

Louis goes all sharkeisha- did you hear she got shot?? I am really sad :(

#He hits you

Some of these are from tumblr some are mine :p

THESE ARE DEDICATED TO SHARKEISHA R.I.P

I thought Tyler Oakley would be appropriate since all the poopy things that happened on twitter

No Editing :/

Louis: You and your boyfriend of 5 years are in a heated argument. Earlier that day, you were browsing through twitter, when something caught your eye. A picture of Louis with his ex-girlfriend Eleanor Jane Calder. The minute he gets home from work, before he even takes his shoes off, you yell at the top of your lungs at him. "Louis fucking buttface Tomlinson! Why the hell were you with Eleanor? Hmm? I always knew you were cheating on me, I just freaking knew it. You are the biggest-" You do not even get to finish your sentence, due to Louis slapping you so hard on your cheek you think your going to die. You fall to the floor next to the door. Immediately after hitting you, Louis realises what he did. Tears are pouring out of his eyes as he sits next to crying you. "I am so sorry (Y/N), I did not mean to do that, I am so fucking sorry. Please give me a second chance, please!" Louis begs. Your mom taught you to never let a man put his hands on you. You leave Louis.

Harry: "I fucking hate you so much (Y/N)! Go to Hell!" Harry screeches at you. You and Harry are having an argument about some stupid cheating rumor. Apparently, you are cheating on him with your GAY best friend Tyler Oakley. "I always knew that you were using me for my money! You are the biggest slut I know!" Harry yells at you. His eyes turning dark with anger. "Harry, Tyler is gay. I am NOT using you for your money, I promise." You say calmly, trying not to have your anger show. Immediately after you say that, you feel a sharp pain in your gut. Harry just punched you. "Oh my gosh (Y/N) I am so fucking sorry. Please forgive me please." Harry pleas after realising what he has done and seeing the pain on your face."Save It!' You yell, as you run towards the door and grab your keys. Harry is running after you but you do not care. You run outside and drive off to your friend's house.

Niall: He bursts through the door, and throws a magazine down in front of you. "What's this?" He asks, pointing to the picture on the cover. It's a picture of you kissing Harry. "That's not real." You say, looking up at him. "I read the story. It says Harry even said it was real." You see anger build up inside him. "Niall, are you seriously going to believe this? I love you and we both know that! You know how I rarely ever talk to Harry, so why would this be true?" You say, raising your voice. "How do I know I can trust you? You lied about lots of things, so how can I be sure you're telling the truth now?" He yells. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THINK I'M LYING!" You say, throwing your hands up in the air. You stand up to be at his level. "WELL I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING BELIEVE ANYMORE!" Niall screamed. "NIALL! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" You scream, balling your fists. "YOU KISSED ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF WITNESSES." He says, pointing at the picture. "NIALL! STOP IT! I DIDN'T KISS HIM! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You scream. He pulls his arm back, and slaps your cheek as hard as possible. His eyes widen, and he covers his mouth. You just grab your cheek, and begin to cry. You run out the front door, and sob. You hear him run after you. He grabs your shoulder, and you just shake it away. "Princess," Niall trails off. "Don't." You snap at him, wiping away your tears. He grabs your hand, and you just turn around angrily and look him in the eye. You saw fear in his eyes. "(Y/N)... I'm SO sorry... I didn't mean too..." He began. "Well you did, Niall. You hurt me. I need to get away from you. The fame is getting to your head." You say, a tear rolling down your cheek. You sprinted to your car, and slammed the door. You drove off, and didn't regret it.

Zayn: You were cleaning up your living room when you found the shirt Zayn wore the other day lying on the floor. As you get closer to it, you realize that it smelled terrible. You pick it up, and an empty box of cigarettes falls out of the front pocket. You heard a window open upstairs, and you ran downstairs with the box in your hand. You stormed into your bedroom, and saw Zayn, sitting on the windowsill with a cigarette in his hand. "Zayn! What the fuck! Don't smoke in the house!" You screamed, throwing the empty box down. You took the cigarette out of his hand, and threw it out the window. "What the hell? What was that for?" Zayn asks, sticking his head out the window, wanting the cigarette back. He turns around, and walks over to the door. "Why are you smoking again?" You ask, grabbing his arm, and spinning him around. "Because I'm a grown man and I can do whatever the fuck I want. I don't need your permission to do something, and I certainly don't need your disapproval." He spits. He pushes you back a bit. This wasn't like him. "Why do you care what I do?" He asks, pulling out a new cigarette and lighting it. You kept slowly backing away from him, and he kept slowly making his way towards you."Because, Zayn. I love you, and I care about you. I don't want you poisoning yourself with these cancer sticks." You say, practically begging. "Well I don't give a damn of what you think. Perrie never cared!" He yelled. "Well guess what Zayn! I'm not Perrie! I care about you!" You yell back. "WELL I WISH YOU WERE HER, YOU GOD DAMN ANNOYING BITCH!" He screams, shoving you hard. You crash into the windowsill. Half of your body begins to lean out, and panic builds inside you. You look for something to grab onto, to prevent your fall. Zayn's eyes widen, and he spits the cigarette out of his mouth. He sprints over to you, and grabs your arm, right before you lose your balance. You hold onto his arm tight, and he pulls you in. He holds you close, and you begin to shake. You almost died. You gulped, and then shoved Zayn away. "Go... go to hell. You're a... a m-m-monster, Zayn." Your wide, frightened eyes stare deep into his big, sad eyes. Your body is now shaking violently. "But- babe..." "ZAYN. YOU SMOKED, SCREAMED AT ME, TOLD ME YOU WISHED I WAS PERRIE, AND ALMOST KILLED ME! I... I can't stay here." You gulp, slowly making your way to the door. "(y/n)... I didn't mean to... to ever-," "Zayn... I have to go." You run out the door, and stomp down the stairs. You sprint out the front door, and jump in your car. You drive off, not knowing where you're going, or when you'll ever return.

Liam: You and Liam were having a heated fight with each other. It was about Danielle. "Every store I go to has the magazine with you and Danielle kissing on the cover!" You yell. "Well guess what! It's NOT. REAL!" He yells, clapping his hands twice. As the two of you continue to fight, you realize the TV is still on, and you hear your name being said. You both stop yelling, and look at the screen. "Hey, Tom, how do you think [y/n] is reacting to this whole Danielle and Liam thing going on?" The female news anchor asks the other. "Well if I were her, I'd be upset because Danielle is a beautiful lady. I won't be surprised if that rumor is true, since Liam and Danielle were perfect for each other!" The male anchor responds. "SEE?" You scream at Liam, turning the TV off. "It. Is. A. RUMOR!" He screams. "Maybe if I become a dancer, you'll love me more! Maybe if I am a size 0, you'll love me more! Maybe if I have a perfect body, you-," You're interrupted by a hard slap to your face. You fall to the ground on your bum. Liam covers his face with his hands. He crouches down to get to your level. "B-babe... I... I'm so sorry." He says, running his hand through his hair. He reaches his hand out, trying to touch the mark he left on your face, and you flinch. Terrified, you scoot away from him, fast. "Babe... please. I'm so, so, so sorry." He says, standing up. You just stare at him, still in shock. "(y/n)..." Tears roll down his face. You grab your car keys, and sprint out the door

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