One Direction Preferences

#112: He's Seen In Public With Another Girl (Part 1)

Niall:

You forcefully scrubbed the crumbs of an old waffle from the table. You rubbed your hands against your apron as your boss continued to wail about the mess in the restroom behind you. Working in a diner, you were not necessarily fit to be the girlfriend of Niall Horan, but you were....or so you thought until rumors of him and Amy Green appeared on your Twitter feed. As you laid a pile of dirty dishes in a tray, you heard the chimes from the door and met eyes with Niall. "You said you would meet me for lunch about an hour ago," he greeted angrily, "where the hell were you?" You tossed a rag onto the table and crossed your arms. "Sorry," you sneered, "I had to work, but I am sure you could have called Amy for company." His gaze gnawed your veins. You had every right to be angry, right? Niall and Amy seemed more than comfortable in those pictures. "Listen to me," Niall argued, "those pictures mean nothing to me. We happened to have the same flight, and I never liked her more than a friend. In case you have forgotten, I am happily committed in a relationship with my incredibly jealous girlfriend." Your boss hovered over you and shoved a mop in your hand. "You have restroom duty," he ordered, "and whatever is going on here, clear it soon. I have a diner to run." He snaked away, and you returned your gaze to Niall, whose eyes pierced yours with anger. "Look," you whispered, "find out who you love, Niall, because I am not going to stand around and let you hurt me. I knew you were too good for me. All I ever will be is this, an ordinary girl in an ordinary lifestyle, and if you need a little more in your life, I do not blame you." When he opened his mouth to speak, you picked up the mop and stalked toward the restroom in hope of forgetting the memory of him.

Harry:

You nursed your third beer and laughed as a stranger toyed the hair behind your ear. "How about we get out of here, beautiful?" he asked as the smell of alcohol lingered in his breath. With an unclear vision, you could hardly understand him or his motives. As you were about to agree to his offer, a warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and forced you to turn. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry snapped. You giggled and placed an index finger on his lips. "Baby, how many beers did you have?" he asked with concern lingering on the tip of his tongue. "I will tell you," you slurred, "when you tell me about your new girlfriend." His eyebrows weaved together in confusion. "What? You are my girlfriend," he explained. You stumbled in your heels, but Harry held you to finish the argument. "Really," you pressed, "because Taylor seemed pretty cozy in those pictures with you." He rolled his eyes and placed both of his hands on your face as to make it clear for you. "Listen," he argued, "she is just a friend. You know Paul has the entire band doing these publicity stunts for the upcoming show." Everything was hazy. You didn't understand him so much, but you knew you were hurt, and you knew you were done trying to fit into his lifestyle. Tears brimmed your eyes as he spoke. You were exhausted from the shit you had to handle from being his girlfriend. You were either hurt or lied to, and you needed to get away from it all. "Harry," you croaked, "I love you, but maybe management is right. You need to be with someone who pushes your career further, and from the looks of it, I only hold you back." With your last statement, you maneuvered through the crowd to find somewhere to release the horrible feeling in your throat.

Louis:

You gazed into the mirror as you padded another layer of foundation on your face. "Ten minutes until show time," one of the stage managers chimed, "be ready!" You were saddened when you realized Louis had not seen you, yet. He promised to be here for your debut in the school play Romeo and Juliet, and yet, he had been seen with his ex-girlfriend Eleanor the night before. Usually, you were not jealous, but he promised to rehearse lines with you, but he never returned home. You heard the door open and sighed heavily. "Listen," you snapped, "I know! I have about seven minutes until show time, leave me alone, would you?" You gazed into the mirror, and instead of the annoying stage manager, behind you, Louis buried his hands into his pockets and smiled. "You look beautiful," he breathed, "I cannot believe I am dating the most beautiful girl in the room tonight." You closed your foundation and shoved it into a drawer. "Oh, do you mean Eleanor?" you sneered. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head in confusion. "Did you forget," he asked, "I broke up with Eleanor, and I'm dating you." "Funny," you chuckled, "the photos in the magazine seem otherwise." You were confused. You were angry. You were done. He extended his hands to hold you, but you turned away. "Baby, she is just a friend," he argued, "and we planned to see Elf long before I met you. The tickets would have gone to waste." Without gazing into his eyes, which would have reeled you into forgiveness, you found the strength to speak. "Leave, Lou," you ordered, "and have fun with Eleanor. She seems to keep you happier than I can."

Liam:

You fiddled your pencil in your hand as you attempted to study, but how could you? The photos were everywhere. Suddenly, your laptop ringed when Liam called you on Skype. You thought about rejecting his call, but you needed answers, right? You answered his call and waited patiently for him to speak. "Hey, baby," he exclaimed, "I miss you so much!" Yeah, sure, you do, you thought. "Hey," you said instead. "You have gone twenty-four hours without me, and all you can say is hey?" he chuckled. "Sorry," you replied and faked a smile, "I have been studying a lot, and it messes with me, I guess. How is New York?" His eyes lit when you brought it up. He obviously seemed to have a lot more fun there. "It is amazing," he beamed, "the people could use a little work, but I am having fun regardless! I took my mum and dad to see the Empire State Building earlier! I wish you could have come!" You lowered your eyes as tears threatened to fall. He was lying directly to you. You thought he had been different. You thought he had been everything your past boyfriends were not, but obviously, they were all the same. "How is Danielle?" you silently cried. "What?" Liam asked. "Danielle," you repeated flatly, "how is she? I've seen the photos. The both of you seem happy." Liam pressed his lips together as he collected his thoughts. How could he explain it without hurting you? "Look, baby," he said, "Danielle and I--" "You know, Liam," you interrupted, "as much as I would love to know, I would rather not, so have a blast on tour. I am honestly happy for you. You're living the dream, and hey, good luck in Madison Square Garden tomorrow, you're going to rock it...you always do." He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could break your heart even more, you hung up and drowned yourself in tears.

Zayn:

As soon as Zayn returned from his show in Madison Square Garden, despite orders from management, made arrangements to visit you in your apartment to share his experience with you. Well, he hoped to, but because he missed you so much, instead, his only desire was to kiss and make love to you. He opened your door and immediately crushed your lips with his. "Mmm," he moaned, "I kinda missed this." He continued to press his lips to yours, and with the most possible strength, physical and mental, you shoved him away. "What are you doing?" he exclaimed, pulling you by the loops of your jeans back into his body. "Stop," you warned him. "I have been away for about a week," he said, "and all I can think about is the taste of your lips, and you're pushing me away?" You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it once you struggled to find the words. How could you tell the love of your life you would never speak to him again? Silence covered the atmosphere as you silently cried. You hid your tears well, but Zayn could tell from your posture you were upset. He knew everything about you...and he knew nothing of how to fix it. "Babe," he whispered, grabbing your arm, but you shoved his touch away, "what happened?" "We need a break," you blurted as the tears hurried down your face, "and I mean now." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his fists by his thighs. "What? Why?" he shouted. "I will never be Perrie," you cried, "you fell in love with her, and I will never be the girl you fell in love with. I see how happy you are with her, and it is obviously enough for you to go and still see her." He raked his fingers through his raven hair in frustration. "What are you talking about? We hung out, but I do not want you to be her. You are the girl I fell in love with, and you are the only girl I want to see!" You wiped away your tears and turned to him, revealing your tears for the first time. "Really Zayn," you asked, "because the photos prove otherwise."