One Direction Preferences

He treats you badly in front of fans

He treats you badly in front of fans...

Niall - "Niall, wait!" You call to him, falling behind in the crowd.

"Come on, (Y/N). You know this happens when we go out. Keep up," he calls over his shoulder, annoyance in his tone.

You're wearing high heels and a dress having just been out for dinner and are stumbling through fans trying to get to your boyfriend just as they are. His body guards are keeping him safe as all the fans pass you by, not even sparing him a glance.

"Niall James Horan!" You shout, growing angry that he won't wait for you. You knew he was annoyed because you had been interrupted all night on your date, but he was taking it out on you and that was not okay.

"What?!" He shouts back over the crowd. Fan have their phones out recording everything and their faces are turned into frowns. Niall never shows his angry side to the public, but you knew it well.

"I'm in heels! I can't keep up when you're practically running!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have worn them, think a little next time," he calls back, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

You finally make it to him and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Get in the car. This is insane!"

You climb in with him shutting the door behind you and pull away from the curb. You cross your arms over your chest and pull out your phone, tweets rolling in.

Maybe @NiallOfficial isn't as good a boyfriend as I thought he would be. Sorry @(Y/T/N) :(

Harry - "Harry, please, look at me," you say, griping his arm but he shakes you off and keeps walking.

You're backstage at a show and they're letting in fans who've won a meet and greet. Harry was pouting and you could tell something was wrong. You were desperate to know what it was.

"Babe, please," you follow him.

"Seriously, (Y/N). Nothing is wrong okay?" He says, shaking his head slightly and plopping down on the couch as fans start to come through the door.

The other boys stand to meet them but Harry stays on the couch with his arms crossed. He's usually so excited to meet fans.

"Don't try to pull that shit with me Styles. I know you well enough to know something is wrong. Please talk to me," you whisper, grabbing his hand.

"For God sakes! Just leave me alone for a minute please!" He shouts, standing from the couch and ripping his hand from yours forcefully. He pushed you back down on the sofa when you try to stand to follow him. He pushes past all the fans and the boys and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

Everyone's eyes are wise and on you, staring. You stare back, your jaw hanging and tears pricking behind your eyes.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" Louis asks quietly, approaching you and clutching both your arms in his hands, making you look at him.

You nod sadly and look back at the fear stricken fan with a broken heart.

"Sorry guys," you whisper, pulling away from Louis and standing to make your way to the washroom so you can cry in peace.

Liam - You're out for lunch and Liam is growing frustrated with all the paps and fans stopping to ask for pictures. He's denied all the recent ones, giving them a halfhearted apology. The table is outside on the street in plain view.

"Li, a picture couldn't hurt," you mumble, picking at your food.

"I give one person a picture then everyone wants one," he says for the fifth time.

"They're going to want them anyways," you sigh, putting down your fork. "They look so sad -"

"I know, I know. I'm Mr. Bad Guy now for not giving pictures!" He raises his voice, shaking his head. He spots two girls walking toward the table and stands, pulling money from his pocket and putting it on the table.

He comes around the table and grabs your glass out of your hand and puts it down on the table. He grabs your wrist and forcefully pulls you up from your chair, pulling you away from the small cafe.

"Sorry girls, we're just leaving," he says, not really even looking at them.

"Ow, Liam you're hurting me," you whisper harshly. Ripping your wrist from his.

"Whatever, I don't even care. Let's go. I'm leaving with or without you," he shouts, walking on without you.

You stop by the fans who are watching wide eyes and apologize for his behavior before you follow him. By the time you get home, there are tweets and articles all about the day.

One Direction's Liam Payne is an abusive boyfriend?

Followed by picture of him grabbing your glass and wrist an pulling you behind him.

Louis- You're out with Louis and the boys and have been drinking a bit, having a good time. As you're all waking home, some fans catch sight of you and begin to follow you, not being a bother.

"Hello!" Liam calls and waves to them with a smile.

As you're walking, Louis puts a hand on your lower back. You think nothing of it until his hand starts to sink lower and lower until he gropes your ass forcefully.

"Lou, stop," you say, pushing his away gently.

"What's the matter baby?" He asks, with. smirk as if he did nothing. He puts an arm around your neck and slowly reaches down the front of your top.

"Louis, seriously. That's enough," you say sternly and walk a few paces ahead of him until you're next to Liam.

"Oh come on (Y/N). You're my girl, I was just having fun," he says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him.

He tries to push his hand into the front of your pants but you've had enough, turning around and walking him in the chest. Anger shines in your eyes and you get in his face.

"Smarten up Louis! You've been drinking, that's enough. Don't touch me," you yell.

Obviously the boys have noticed by now and Harry has Louis by the arm, Niall pulling you away so you're both on opposite sides of the group. The girls following you have left, walking swiftly away whispering and glancing back at you.

By the time you get home there are pictures of it all online and you're appalled.

Zayn - "Really Malik?" You ask rhetorically, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

He takes a drag from his cigarette and looks at you. "What?"

"I've been looking all over for you inside. Why didn't you tell me you were coming out for a smoke, I was getting scared," you tell him, the noise from the fans and the club overwhelming.

"Sorry, babe," he shrugs, turning back to his friends.

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you. "Zayn, I also asked to leave over an hour ago."

"Then go!" He raises his voice and people fall silent, looking at you.

"You're going to stay and let me leave on my own?" You scoff, not believing your boyfriend.

"If you want to go (Y/N), then go. I'm not ready to leave alright?" He reaches into his pocket at pulls at put money. He throws it at you and you watch it flit to the floor. "There, got a cab and go home. You're not being a good time anyways."

You pick up the cash, grab his cigarette from his mouth and throw it on the ground. You crush it with your foot and glare at him, wanting to badly to hit him but knowing you'd be in bug trouble. Not to mention the fans watching would attack you.

You leave, getting home and changing into comfy clothes, fury boiling over inside you. You pull your phone out of your purse and find hundreds of twitter messages and pictures.

@zaynmalik that is no way to treat a girl, pig. @(Y/T/N) deserves so much better.