One Direction Preferences

#25: He Makes You Cry [Part 1]

Harry:

After you've waited for him all night, he finally comes home. You can smell alcohol on his breath and his shirt is disheveled. "Where have you been?" You ask automatically, not giving him a chance to put his things down. "I was just out with the guys love." Your eyes narrow because you can see right through it. He was supposed to call you and he never did. "You didn't call me. I called you and you never called me back, Harry!" You were close to yelling, but you tried to keep your composure. He brushes past you not offering a hug, a kiss, or anything. "Harry, will you listen to me?!" "Will you calm the fuck down for like two seconds please?" Harry snapped back. You can feel tears begin to sting your eyes. He's never cursed at you before. He comes up to you, offering a hug, "Babe, I'm sor-", but you push past him and make your way up to the bedroom, tears already welling up in your eyes.

Liam:

"Liam, can you please take these with you?" You hold up a pair of his shoes that he has yet to take back up to the room. You've asked him twice already, but each time he's just nodded 'ok', but left them. "Liam? Liam!" you shout, trying to get his attention. "What, babe, what?" He turns to face you. "Can you please take these upstairs when you go?" "Yeah, I said I would babe...just..shhh." You finally walk up to him and plop the shoes down in his lap. "Liam." "You're really doing this right now?" "Yes! I've asked you twice...nicely!" "And I've told you twice that I will...nicely. So please just move." He takes his hands and pushes you out of the way and puts the shoes back on the ground. "Liam...are you even listening to me right now?" He waves his hand and goes back to watching the television. You can feel the sting of tears as they begin to roll down your face. You pick up the shoes and head up to your room hoping that maybe he'd even realize that you've gone.

Louis:

After sitting and waiting for hours, holding a small box that you wrapped yourself, you hear your phone vibrate. "Babe!" Louis shouts on the other end. You can hear the faint sound of music in the background. "Hey.." You say quietly. "What are you up to? I'll be home in a little bit." He says. "Don't bother." "What?" "Don't bother." You repeat again. "Why babe? What's wrong?" "Today? Didn't it occur to you that today might have been a special day?" You twirl the box in your fingers, waiting for him to finally catch on. "Babe...I'm sorry. It's our anniversary. I'm so-" "Save it Louis. You might need to find somewhere else to sleep tonight." You hand up the phone and toss the small box into the trash can. You bite your lip in frustration that you would even let yourself cry over something so stupid, but you let it out anyway and curl up in a ball on the sofa until you finally fall asleep.

Niall:

Niall has been extremely busy lately and you wanted to do something special for him so you cooked a special meal. As soon as he came through the door, without a word, he headed straight for you guys' room. "Niall, baby! I made you something special!" You twirl the string of your apron in your fingers as he turns around and notices the meal. "Oh, babe. I already ate." He turns and heads towards the room. "You sure you don't want anything? At all?" You call after him, but he doesn't turn around. You slip off the apron and fold it neatly next to the prepared meal that you spent so much hard work on. Everything starts to blur over as you realize your eyes are filling with tears. If he wasn't going to put any effort into this, then neither were you.

Zayn:

"Just listen to me!" You shout as Zayn throws down his bags. He's been so moody lately and it's starting to effect your relationship. "I think we should talk it over. I'm sure whatever it is will be fine babe, ok?" Zayn rolls his eyes at your statement. He pulls down the covers on your bed and gets in. "Zayn, seriously. We need to talk about thi-" "I don't want to fucking talk about it." He huffs, turning out the lights. "You stand there in the dark and then flip the switch back on. "Well, I do." "Why are you being such a pain in the ass right now? If I want to talk about it, then I'll fucking talk about it. Now, just go to bed...do something. I don't care." He flips the lights off again and you stand there in silence as he turns over and faces away from you. You crawl into bed next to him, making sure not to touch him. You pull the covers up underneath your chin and cry silently, soaking up each tear with the covers until you finally fall asleep.