One Direction Preferences

He hits you

Would you start reading a/n's if I made them relate able?
Cause I will I just don't like talking to myself

Louis: You and Louis were screaming at each other, you could not talk well anymore you scream so much at him. His voice was going and you hated to hear it that way because he had to sing tomorrow night and his would blame you for it. The fans would too and the last thing you need is more hate.

"Louis stop yelling!" I shouted at him, my voice cracking. I felt something hit my cheek, I look up and see Louis standing there, holding his hand and staring at me. I stare back at him.

"Oh, so you wanna be just like my dad? The man I fear and I refuse to see?" I say and walk away, slamming the hotel bedroom door, locking it and sitting on my bed.

That is where I fall on the floor grabbing someone's shirt and putting it under my head. And then I just start to cry.It was not really Louis that made you cry it was the fact that you saw something with him and you thoguht that he was different then what you dad made you beileve was man. You thought, before you met Louis, that men were drunk, abusing dick heads that use woman for everything they are worth. You met Louis and everything was cleared that he was the only man that was like that and now, the image is in your mind again.

I cry harder, looking up and seeing that my stuff is all over this room. I slowly stand up and begin to put in one spot, grabbing my suitcase from the closet and slowly beginning to pack.

"Babe!" I hear someone shout through the door and I stop breathing for a moment. My dad used to shout through the door before he would burst through it.

"Babe, please!" he shouts and I hear banging and then something fiddling with the lock. The door opens and I scream as I feel someone hugging me.

"No! Please get off of me!" I shout and start to freak out. This is bring back way to many memories of what used to happen.

"Shhh, I am so sorry, babe it is just me, remember me?" I hear Louis say and I stop breathing again.

"You..you" I begin to say but he hugs me tighter, saying that he was so sorry.

Niall: I look at him, he is sitting on the other couch, just staring at me. I continue to stare at him. He has this huge smile on his face, waiting for me to look away but it is not going to work. It was like we were having a staring contest with out actually making it official with words.

I watch as he picks up his phone and throws it at me, hitting me and in stomach. I make this weird noise as it makes contact, letting some of the pain come through.

"Babe" he says and I just shake my head yes showing him that I am okay.

"I am fine. It happens you know, just chuck your phone at your girlfriend it is normal." I say and he looks at me and starts to laugh.

"You're a dick" I say and hit him in the head before walking out of the room, leaving him laughing on the floor.

Harry: Harry came home pissed at the world, and as he sat down on the couch I sat down with him, laying my head down on his shoulder.

"Come on (yn) I'm not in the fucking mood" he says and I slowly get off of him and sit down at the other end of the couch.

"I ain't the one who did something to make you bitchy" I mumble but not quiet enough.

"WELL YOUR THE ONE WHO IS MAKING IT WORSE" Harry shouts at me and I shake my head no.

"Don't bring work home!" I shout at hime remembering our deal we made.

"DONT FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I AM SICK OF EVERYONE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO" he says inching closer to me.

"Harry calm down-" I feel a stinging sensation coming from my cheek. I don't even think before walking out that door. I begin to walk down the street not crying, not thinking about anything.

He hit me.

The only thing coming to mind. I hear footsteps behind me, but there are a lot of people in this neighbor hood who go walking at night so I think nothing of it until someone grabs my waist and holds it tightly.

"I'm sorry" is repeated over and over again by Harry. I break free of his grasp and look at him.

"Why?" I say and he shakes his head no. I just shake my head in disappointment before walking the other direction. I can tell he doesn't notice it at first because it takes him longer than it should have for him to grab me.

"Please forgive me I am sorry. I wasn't thinking." He says and I look at him.

"You hit me. How do I know that you won't do that again?" I say, my voice crack at won't and then tears break free and they stream down my face.

"You will never know unless you come back" I look at him before hugging him tightly. He taps my leg and I jump up around him as he carries me back to our house.

Liam: Liam and I were at my parents house in the basement playing pool. I was currently winning and I have won every single game we have played but he wouldn't admit it. He said 'you grew up with this table you should know it'

I was sitting on the bar stole watching as Liam toke his shot and missed horribly. I did not laugh even though I would have with anyone else.

He came over and say down next to me. I was beginning to get up when Liam hit me playfully and said

"Your turn". I feel on the ground and Liam's eyes went wide. I stared at him before laughing insanely loud. He chuckled before making sure I was okay and said sorry over and over the rest of the night.

Zayn:

Zayn was pissed. I knew he was. He was scrolling on his phone and his face would get redder as he scrolled.

"Zayn you okay?" I say to him.

"No look" he says and chucks his phone at me hitting me in the jaw.

"Ow" I say and grab my jaw.

"I-i didn't mean to" he says and runs over to me. He hugs me and removes my hand from my jaw.

"I'm sorry" he says over and over rubbing my back.