One Direction Preferences

He cheats

Zayn:They’re not true, they’re not true, they’re not true…” you plead with yourself as the glossy magazine cover shines under the kitchen’s light. A cover showing Zayn and a “Secret woman” heading into a hotel room, hands barely able to stay apart from the other’s body. “He would never do this to me.” you whisper, crying now. You take the magazine, and flip through it til  you find the article, showing more pictures, only proving that he would. “Baby, I’m home, and I’ve got a surprise for you!” Zayn calls, as you sit silent. “Y/N?” he asks walking into the kitchen. “Hey what’s up baby? You didn’t answer me, I said I have a surprise for you.” he frowns, hands behind his back “Is it a copy of this stupid magazine?” you ask, and he continues to frown “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about this Zayn!” you shout tossing the magazine to him. He catches it, making something red fall to the ground behind him. After a good look over, his eyes look up at you apologetically. “How could you?” you manage, and he stands there, silent. “So you’re not even going to deny it?!” you ask mortified at the thought, the thought of Zayn kissing, even touching another girl like he did you. “Why?” you gulp, not really wanting to hear his explanation  “I- I don’t know babe, I was just-” he stops, leaving an awkward silence between you, which you quickly fill with angered rantings. “You were what? What Zayn? Randy? Were you really that desperate that you had to go find some stupid bitch to fuck, and ruin this relationship?!” you ask, voice threatening to give out at any moment. He still stays silent, waiting to take more from you, but you don’t give it. Instead, you walk away from him, trouncing over the flowers that had apparently fallen when he caught the magazine, making him wince as you did. He didn’t try to stop you, so you went to the upstairs bedroom, tossing a pillow and a blanket in the hallway for him to use on the couch tonight, the next night, and very possibly the night after. You weren’t going to forgive him, well at least if you were, it wasn’t going to be as simple as him apologizing saying he would never do it again, because words were just words now, they had no real meaning. “I love you.” you hear him say through the door, just a buzzing sound now. “Go away Zayn!” you shout, throwing a picture frame at the door, smashing the glass into pieces. “Baby?!” he asks with concern, opening the door. “Leave me alone Zayn!” you say as he takes a step into the room, slicing his now bare foot on the glass. “Son of a bitch!” he shouts, grabbing his foot, it now gushing with blood. “Fuck.” he says, sitting on the other side of the door, pulling the piece out of his foot. “Babe, please, can we just talk about this?” “You words mean nothing.” you say quietly, making him frown. “Look, I know you’re angry, and I know you’re not going to forgive me easily, bu-” “Forgive you easily?! Zayn I don’t even know if I should forgive you at all.” you say, sitting on the bed. “Why?” he whispers, cradling his foot. “Because Zayn, how can you expect to be forgiven when you’ve done something that’s hurt me so much?” “I- I’m sorry.” he starts making you roll your eyes. “And I  know that you won’t be able to forgive me easily, but I love you, and only you. I twas a stupid, impulsive mistake, and I have never regretted anything more. Please you have to believe me.” he begs, and you look over to him, his eyes filled with remorse. “I believe you.” you sigh, defeated, knowing that Zayn really did love you, because no matter how many fight or arguments you had had, he always stayed faithful, and always tried everything in his power to make it work. “I love you.” his words ring, less of a buzz now. “I love you too Zayn, I love you too.” you say, and after a while you are able to forgive him fully, and he never is so stupid as to try anything like that again.

Louis:It had been a few days since you had taken Louis back. After a big fight, one if the biggest you both ha ever had, he yelled that he was done, that he hated you, and that he didn’t want to be on your relationship anymore. You reluctantly let him walk out of the door, leaving you crushed and sad. You didn’t see him for a few days, until there was a knock on your door. You sighed and answered it, Louis standing there drenched, wet hair pasted to his forehead. He had told you what a huge mistake he had made, and how he was sorry. “So can I come back?” He asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Do you really need me?” You as as he squeezes your middle to his, squeezing just as tight as you were. “I’ll never need anything more.” He says, and you nod. “I’m just glad we made up before either one of us did something stupid.” You laugh, but he doesn’t  “Come on Lou, right before we did something stupid. Right?” “Right.” he smiles, kissing your cheek again. You smile, not asking anymore questions, just glad that he was back with you. Another few days past, and things had finally started to return back for normal until one night at your flat.