One Direction Preferences

Preference 70- The Secret He Keeps From You. (co-written)

The Secret He Keeps From You - co-written by Rnicole1998 < FOLLOW HER!

Louis: You and Louis had been dating for two years, but lately he was pulling away. Every time you tried to question him about what was wrong he would make up an excuse about work, or being tired. His beautiful eyes, the feature which had drawn you to him, were now red and blood shot. You were worried that Louis was getting sick, especially now that his hands hand begun to shake. Louis always brushed your worries aside and began trying to stop your questions with kisses, or distract you with other things.

One night you two decided to go to a friends house for a party. About half way through the night you noticed that Louis had slipped away. Getting slightly nervous, you made your way through the sea of drunken people to check the house. He wasn't in the kitchen, or any of the bathrooms. You held your breath as you silently prayed he wasn't upstairs. But Louis wouldn't go up there. He would never cheat on you. Solemnly you walked up the stairs and pushed open the first door you came to. Smoke streamed through the door as you entered. You began coughing violently as you saw Louis passing around a joint and a bag of powder. Your eyes became flooded with tears as you screamed his name.
"Louis! What are you doing?" He gave you a lopsided smile as he strolled over with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were blood red and you could immediately tell he was high.

"Hi (y/n)!" He said happily, trying to give you a sloppy kiss. You pushed him back with tears running down your cheeks.

"What are you doing up here?" He leaned against the door way and put his arms around you.

"I'm just chilling with the mates, love. Do you want to join us? It's so much fun, (y/n). You have to try it." You pulled out of his grasp and began to turn around.

"(Y/n) where are you going?" You turned to see the confused look in his eyes.

"I'm leaving Louis. You can come back home when you've left this stuff behind." You gave him one last look before going back downstairs. You saw the pain and brokenness in his eyes but forced yourself to go. It was as if you leaving had broken through his high.

Zayn: You and Zayn have been dating for a little less than a year. It had been the best year of your life. You had helped each other more than you could've dreamed. He helped you overcome your anxiety disorder and you helped him kick his horrid smoking habit.

You were so proud of Zayn. He had given up the habit because of your severe asthma. He had been clean 4 months. You were so proud of him you thought you would surprise him on tour for your one year. You got Liam and Louis to help you get everything planned.

Finally the day came when you were going to surprise Zayn. You managed to make it to the airport and on your flight without any paparazzi seeing you. You looked out your window at the early morning sky, and dreamed of when you would be in Zayn's arms again.

You finally landed and found one of the boys security guards waiting for you. Your excitement was bubbling over as you slid into the car and traveled to the hotel. Quickly, you followed the guard through the back and to your room. Since you looked a little rough from the long flight you decided to redo your hair and makeup. You curled your long (your color hair) hair, and reapplied your eye makeup. You knew Zayn loved your (your eye color) eyes more than any other feature.

The guard took you to the concert and you hid backstage. The whole concert you smiled and sang along as you watched your boyfriend. After the concert you went to the main room to see the boys, but Niall told you Zayn had gone to the back to get some fresh air. Quickly, you walked down the hall way to see your boyfriend. Opening the back door, you stepped out into a cloud of smoke. Your smile began to fade and turn into a look of hurt.

"Zayn! What are you doing?" You asks with tears filling your eyes.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing here? I can explain!" Zayn reached dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. He tried to pull you into his arms, but you pushed him away.

"I came to surprise you for our one year. I thought I would find you happy to see me, but instead I find you smoking! You promised me you were done. You've been clean four months." Zayn tried to reach for you again but you stepped back.

"(Y/n), I never really stopped." He said quietly. "I can't take all the stress. I need to smoke. It relaxes me. Please understand, love." Tears spilled over your eyes, and down your cheeks.

"You lied to me, and you obviously love your habit more than me. It looks like we won't be having a one year anniversary any more." You said walking inside the building. You shut the door and sat down in the floor, crying. Outside, Zayn pulled out another cigarette and lit it up.