One Direction Preferences

#53 He Hits You in an Argument

#53 He Hits You in an Argument

Niall:

He was drunk and you just wanted him not to be. Every night for the past week that's how he'd come home and you were just tired of having to put up with his grouchy ass the next morning. So now you were fighting and he was shouting at you and before you knew it he had you pushed back against a wall. "Niall, let go of me! Move." Blue eyes like fire glared into yours and you pushed at him some more until he finally got some form of the message and released you. "You can't tell me what to do, Y/N! I'm Niall Horan, you cunt." And he punctuated that verbal blow with a physical slap across your face, sending you reeling back into the wall. Your hand held to your stinging cheek, you rushed to the door, barely stopping to grab your phone, just wanting to get away from the monster that was not your boyfriend.

Harry:

It surprised even himself when he pushed you. It was a meaningless argument over something completely trivial, but both of you had been really emotional in the past few weeks and finally he'd snapped and shoved you backwards into a glass cabinet. As soon as it had happened, his eyes were wide and he was swearing, "Shit shit shit!" and helping you up carefully from the glass shards. "I'm so sorry, babe. I don't know why I did that. Are you okay?" He brushed the tiny shards of glass off of your back, inspecting you as he went. Luckily you were fine, just a bit shaken up. You came back from a long shower to find him finishing the clean up. "I forgive you, Harry, just never do it again."

Liam:

You'd just gotten out of an abusive relationship and he knew that, he'd be the one to help you free of your ex. Naturally, you were a bit wary of things; you didn't want the same thing to happen again. Finally, about seven months in, you were at last completely comfortable around Liam enough to open up to him more than anyone else. You'd had fights since the beginning of the relationship, but never big ones like you had with your ex-boyfriend. Until, of course, one night. Li had been out, leaving you home alone all day even after he'd promised that it was going to be a date night. He walked in the door, drunk off his ass, and immediately you asked him where he'd been. That was the spark that lit him off. Having been stressed out all week and now with most of his normal conscience missing, he blew up, shouting at you to stay out of his business. Loud and terrifying, he suddenly darted out, hand connecting with your cheek with a loud smack. You didn't wait another second, you burst into tears, running straight to the bedroom and locking the door behind you, curling up beneath the covers and rethinking the entire relationship.

Louis:

"Yeah, but how exactly did that end up with you and him fucking on the couch?" Louis shouted, his face turning red and his hands bunched up into fists. "We weren't, Louis! We didn't come anywhere close to that! It was just kissing, I swear!" You were standing tucked behind Zayn who was trying to protect you from your boyfriend's wrath after finding the two of you. "Really, man, it was a mistake. Yeah, Y/N's hot and I'd love to have sex with her, but ..." You saw it coming long before Zayn did, and so you stepped in front of him to push him out of the way of Louis' punch. Instead, his fist collided with your jaw, causing you to stagger back a few steps, clutching your numb jaw. You heard something slamming around and when you gained enough ability to think or move, you looked up to see Zayn clutching his head on the floor, Louis no where in sight.

Zayn:

A cheating rumor had recently sparked up, tons of people were backing it, the woman had actually stepped up to talk to some media people. Zayn had barely arrived at your front door before you were biting your teeth into him, questioning him about the rumor. He kept denying it and some part of you knew that maybe you should believe him, but the other ninety-five percent was saying that he was a liar, so you continued to fight about it. You brought up the fact that even when he was home he never seemed to want to have sex with you anyway, and he countered that with 'you're always acting like you don't want to!' On and on and on it went until he pushed passed you, trying to escape what he knew wouldn't end well, but you weren't having it and you followed him. "Leave me alone then!" He grabbed your shoulders and shoved you back against the wall, your head slamming against it hard enough to hear stars and see chirping birds - wait, that wasn't right - and yet he continued to yell. "You don't have to stay with me! Clearly you think I don't love you! Damn, you're so wrong about that though!" Finally you shook your head, able to speak at last. "I just want you to admit it. I love you and I want to know that you love me too." He sighed and leaned forward just enough to press his lips to your now throbbing head.