One Direction Preferences

72- You fight about his girlfriend

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Louis: "Ooh, Starbucks, Lou!" you shrieked, leaping over the back of the couch. "Ooh, Loubear, lets go shopping!" Louis glared at you. "God, Y/N, what is your problem?" you looked up at him and widened your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about-" "I'm talking about you continually taking the piss out my girlfriend!" you snorted as you pulled yourself upright. "It was a joke, Lou." he rolled his eyes at you. "Its not a joke when you do it constantly." you shrugged. "Chill out, man. Its not even a big deal!" he glared at you. "It is when you make her out as an idiotic, gold digging bitch!" "Because she is." you murmured under your breath. Louis glared harder. "Fuck you. That's unnecessary." you rose to your feet and glared back at him. "Learn to loosen up and take a joke!" "Its not a joke!" you laughed. "I know. Do you know what the actual joke is? Your whole relationship." Louis looked at you with absolute hatred in his eyes. "Yeah? Well at least I'm not some pathetic girl pining over her best friend and being a jealous bitch to try get his attention!" you froze and looked at him. He looked equally as horrified. "Fuck you, Louis." you mumbled, turning on your heel. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't an it-" "No Louis, you did." he grabbed your arm. "Louis let me go. Fuck you. Fuck off back to Eleanor." Yanking your arm free, you ran down the hall and slammed the flat door closed behind you.





Liam: You lay flopped on the bed, glowering at the ceiling. Of course Liam had organised to go out with Sophia, and of course he'd forgotten it was your birthday. Your phone buzzed, but you ignored it. It buzzed again. Actually, on second thoughts, you picked it up. "What?" "Y/N, why so grumpy?"Liam sung down the phone, drunk and happy. "I don't fucking know-" "Stop being so grumpy and come party with me and Sophiaaa!! Its your birthday!!!" "Exactly." you snapped. "Its my birthday, so I should be spending time with people I want to, not with you and your girlfriend!" Liam was silent for a moment, then- "You don't want to spend time with me?" you sighed. The fucking puppy dog voice. "No, Liam, its not you." He groaned. "Don't tell me its Sophia. Y/N, please." you bit your lip. "I like Sophia." you half truthed, frowning. You didn't not like her. You just didn't LIKE her. Liam snorted. "Liar." you put your head in your hands. "What the fuck else am I supposed to say? I love her? Or I don't like her at all, and I hate seeing her around you because it makes me see what I lost and will never have? Huh?" you took in a deep shaky breath, struggling to hold back tears. "Is that what you want me to say, Liam? That she's is perfectly nice but she's your girlfriend and I'm in love with you?" Liam was silent on the other end of the phone line. "No. Its not what you want me to say." you whispered, letting the tears go as you pulled the phone away from your ear and ended the call.





Niall: "Seriously, Niall, thanks for asking. But I really don't want to go." You had absolutely zero interest in watching Barbara walking down a runway in a skimpy thong. Niall pouted at you. "Why not? I don't get it. Its a Victorias Secret show! It'd be a good chance for you ti meet her- you know you two haven't formally met?-" "I know." you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. "So why don't you like her?" you sighed. "Its not that I don't LIKE her. Its just that I don't want to watch her strut around like a porn star- what, its true- while you salivate over her sluttily clad body." Niall looked at you angrily. "Do you need to be such a bitch?" you shrugged. "You asked why." Niall stood up, scooped his keys into his hand, and shook his head down at you. "You know, you're a pretty shit best friend sometimes." you rose to your feet as well. You folded your arms over your chest and glowered at him. "Fine then. If that's what you think of me, why are you here?" he scowled. "I'm leaving." "Go, then." Niall stared at your furious face, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it and then he turned and stalked out of the coffee shop. The door slammed behind him, causing the little bell to tinkle violently. As soon as he was gone you sank back to your seat and put your face in your hands. Fuck.







Harry: "Hey, Harry." you mumbled, picking up the phone that was resting on your bedside table. "Y/N...um. Hi?" you sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. "Hi." he laughed down the end of the phone, and then his laugh trailed off. "Um. I'm sorry. But. Somethings come up and. I can't hang out with you. Tonight." you froze in the act of kicking off your sheets. "Are you serious?" Silence. "What the- I flew to London, just so we could hang out!" "I know. But, uh, Kendall. Kind of arrived also." you hung up the phone. Of-frickin-course she had. Sighing, you climbed out of bed and threw on your jeans hastily, grabbing your coat and stepping out the hotel room. As you stepped into the elevator, your phone rang again. Harry. You rejected the call and pulled your jacket tighter around you as you stepped out into the cold morning air. The pavement was busy,filled with bustling shoppers. You smiled and went to hail a cab, but your phone rang again. You picked it up this time. "Y/N." "Harry." "Why the fuck did you hang up?" you shrugged, then remembered he couldn't see. "Oh, I don't know Harry. Maybe I was pissed at the fact that I flew out here in my time off to be with you and you ditch me for your girlfriend?!" He was silent. "I don't want to waste any of your precious time with Kendall, so I'm going to hang up now." "Y/N, wait-" "Goodbye, Harry." you shoved your phone back in your pocket and wiped tears that you hadn't noticed falling off your cheeks. You were absolutely fine. Honestly.





Zayn: You sat in the restaurant at the little table, tapping your feet on the floor. Zayn was late. Again. Sighing, you rose to your feet and took your coat off the back of the seat, quickly paid for your drinks and left the restaurant. As you walked down the street, into the wind and rain, you heard a yell. "Y/N! What are you doing?" you turned and saw Zayn standing there bedraggled. "Going home." "Wha- why? What about dinner?" you glared at him, pulling your coat tighter. "I figured dinner was cancelled when you were an hour late." he winced. "I'm sorry, it was just. Um. I got caught up with Pez." "Again?!" "I know you don't like her, but-" you protested. "I like her!" "Y/N..." "Don't fucking 'Y/N...' me! You don't have the right to do that after you stand me up because you were fucking your girlfriend!" you screamed, forgetting about the rain and the wind whipping your coat, about the cars and people moving past where the two of you stood in the street. You wiped water out your face. "Whatever. Im-" you waved a hand between the two of you. "This, being your best friend? Waiting for you while you run around with Perrie? Done." "Y/N-" "No, Zayn. I can't hold on to you, not when I feel the way I do about you. I don't want to be your friend! I can't keep pretending one day somethings gonna happen between us, because its not. You have her now." and you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him standing on the pavement, water running down his face, yelling your name.