One Direction Preferences.

95-He Breaks Something Of Yours In a Fight. -Part Two.

Preference #95: He Breaks Something Of Yours in a Fight. -Part Two.

This was highly requested. :D

Harry: (Harry came home late and was ignoring you, but then he accidentally broke a flower vase)

He moves to help pick up the glass that was all over the floor, but I didn't help because he cut one of his fingers. "Harry, why don't you just go away because you're making everything worse for yourself," you whispered to him. He stopped helping, and he fell back onto his knees. "It's like that now, huh?" he murmured, avoiding your glare that you were sending him. "It is, Harry. When I sit here for hours almost every other night worrying if you're going to come home kills me inside. It hurts to know that you're having fun in ways you don't need to be. And then you come home, yell at me, then you make the glass pot fell? Yes, Harry, it is like that!" you fought back, still extremely mad at him. He sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair before looking up at you with sorrowful, jade eyes. "I-I know I'm messed up, okay? I know that I'm doing a lot of things that I shouldn't be right now, and I know that I scared you... I just don't know how to make it better," he sniffled. His eyes turned red as a tear escaped and fell off his cheek. "I'm not good enough for you (Y/N). You deserve some one who won't break things and scare you. O-or someone who will stay home and night and protect you, love you, and who'll care for you. But that person isn't me," he wiped his tears, then soon stood up. You stood up too, "Harry, you can give me those things if you just stay home with me. I love you, and I want the best; but a lot of the times, I don't know if I could give you that since you're not here..." you said, taking him into a hug. He nodded as he hugged back, "I know, love. From now on, I'll stay here since you're my obvious choice."

Louis: (You tried to help him, but Louis got mad and punched a desk)

Your eyes grew wide at the sight of Louis. You were scared, and it could obviously show by the way you held your head. Louis cursed under his breath when he saw your reaction to his outrage, and plus, his hand hurt like crazy. His hand was covered in splinters, and it was hard to move it at all. Once you stood back normally, you saw his hand and ran to get the first aid kit. Louis sat down on the bed while you picked out splinter by splinter, then soon covering the wound with alcohol to clean it. He hissed at every touch you made contact with, but he soon became numb to the pain. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he whispered when he looked at this hand that was now wrapped in linen. You shook your head and shrugged, but you didn't say anything. "I-I know I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, it's just that I've been so on edge lately because he's gone... It's not like I ever wanted this to happen, (Y/N), because I don't. I don't want this to happen. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I was also asking for a helper, and you were just trying to help me," he breaths, picking at the linen, "Also when I asked you, I didn't think I would ever yell at you... I'm sorry, darling." You looked at him with sad eyes, knowing his true intent of apologizing, but it didn't change a thing. "Lou, you're so mad about his death still, and I'm sorry I couldn't change a thing; but at the same time, have you thought that I am hurting too?" you asked him. Louis looked up and at you and shook his head no, "But I know now, and hopefully, I can fix my actions."

Liam: (You accidentally broke one of his awards, and when he went into your room, he broke a very important picture)

You sat on the bed with the ripped paper, feeling so small inside. You loved your grandma, but there really wasn't much you could have in memory of her except for the picture. You could have easily replaced he frame, but you won't ever be able to repair the damage that was done on the inside when the glass ripped through the frail paper. "I-I was just so mad, baby, I didn't know it was actually your frame until it was done. I picked it up, not even looking at it, and I broke it. I broke it, (Y/N)," he sounded so ashamed as he sat down on the bed, burying his face in his hands, "I'm so stupid," he muttered, sniffling into them. You shook your head feeling sorry for the poor boy as he sat down in front of you. When he moved his hands, his eyes were red and glossy. You sat down with him onto your bed and you took him into your arms, comforting him, "Li, what you did was wrong, but I believe that you didn't know either. I'm not mad at you, baby, so there's no reason to cry," you told him, hopefully removing some of his pain. He shook his head, "No, (Y/N), I relieved myself of anger on purpose by breaking it... You only broke my award on accident. There's a difference here, and it's that I'm a horrible person." His voice sounded so dreary when his head rested on your shoulder. "Li, there was no difference here, and I'm not mad at you. I forgive you because I know you didn't mean too," you smiled, trying to make him feel better. "Why couldn't I handle the award breaking like you?" he chuckled, still sniffling as he felt so bad about shattering your memories. "You're a guy, so..." you laughed along with him when you saw a smile light up his face.

Zayn: (he punched the wall when you and him had a fight about the paparazzi and the fans)

When you let go of him, you went over to the couch to sit. Zayn sat with you with his head resting on on your lap. Your hand played with his hair, wrapping it around your finger. "Z, I wanted to apologize for my outburst about them today. I know that they're part of your life, and I should be able to respect that," you whispered, hoping not to disturb the such peace that was in the house. He closed his eyes, and chuckled, "Well, I have to apologize too, (Y/N). I shouldn't have gotten mad, and I'll make sure to have that hole fixed," he smiled, looking back at the hole in the wall, "I'll also need to get my hand checked out, I can't move it..." he added. You were worried that he broke his hand over your outburst about such a stupid subject. You sighed, when you took his broken hand into yours massaging it. "Can you feel that?" you asked. He shook his head no, but then he soon closed his eyes and ignored the rest of what you had to say. You thought back to how he was sorry for his job and the attraction it leaves, but you couldn't help but secretly love it. It's part of Zayns life, and you loved him so much--even if it means to deal with the fans and paparazzi on a daily basis.

Niall: (you and Niall had a rough basis relation, and he broke a glass table while yelling at you)

"I never stopped loving you, I don't know what happened, (Y/N)... I don't know how I lost you, and I don't know how we got to this point; but I love you so much. I know that," Niall said as he held you tightly in his arms. You heard the boys get up and walk out of the room, and you could almost hear them smiling to themselves. You didn't want to let go as you held him tighter. "I love you, baby, just don't give up on me," you whispered to Niall, smiling to yourself that you were finally once making contact with him again. What felt like an hour later, Niall finally let you go, and that's when you saw the mess on the floor. There was broken glass all over the carpet, cups were spilled, and the table was on its side. Once Niall saw the mess that he created, he felt so bad, and he profusely apologized to you. You didn't care as long as he helped you clean it up. He did just that, hoping that from now on, you both can have a happy future together. "I'm sorry about all this mess. I just got really mad," Niall explained. You shook your head again once you finally got a nasty tea stain out of the carpet, "No, I'm not mad about this. It can be fixed," you told him, hoping that he would drop the subject to avoid future conflict. "Thanks, babe..." He smiled when he picked up the last of the glass. All night, you and Niall tried your hardest to show your love for each other, and it certainly paid off because neither of you fought, and for once, you felt such serenity and love in the house--which is something you weren't used to, nor Niall--and it was such a nice feeling to get away from the bitterness that you both shared against each other.

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QOTD: what's your favorite season and why?

Mine is fall. Where I live, we have crazy weather all the time, but fall seems to be the only serene time of the year. The smell of the leaves, pumpkins, spices, good food are all around the air. The temperature is perfect outside with all of it's beautiful golden leaves falling to the ground. Colors of green, red, orange, yellow, and brown overload my sensory images with all these magnificent colors and scents. It's just a perfect time of the year.

That was my intense answer of the day. Haha. xD

Bloop-a-doop-bloop-bloop-bloop-DOOP! (I don't know what this is, but considering that it's almost four in the morning for me, I wouldn't question it.)

I just love this one because it shows a side of them that we're really not used to or whatever really happens behind the media. I hope I captured how they would handle this situation since this one is like really real to me. (that also sounds weird. Sorry)

But again, comment if you want to do like a competition of some sorts for our 100th preference!

-Abbster.xx