One Direction Preferences

#153: The Voicemail He Leaves After The Break-Up

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Harry:

"Hey, it's me." His voice is rough and scratchy, heavy with emotion. "I know that this is my fault, but I'm dying without you." He chokes out the sentence, throat tight and constricting, "I can't stop thinking about you, I can't sleep or eat, I can't do anything if I don't have you." He pauses, catches his breath. "I miss you." The words are soft and broken, and you can almost picture his face as he says them. "I miss you so much. I'm sorry for everything, if I could take it all back, I would. Please call me, I'm begging for one last chance." Then, so faintly you can barely hear him, "I love you." You sit back down on the bed, playing the last five seconds of the message over and over again to hear him say those three words.



Zayn:

Your answering machine beeps with another message, "Y/N, pick up the phone!" Then another, "Goddammit, Y/N, pickup!" And another, "I know you can fucking hear me, so pick up the goddamn phone!" Sighing, you get up to leave, but freeze when you hear him on the machine again. Instead of his harsh and grating words, you hear the muffled sounds of crying. Crying? He never cried, never. Yet, here he was-sobbing, crying so hard he couldn't catch his breath. You walk over to the answering machine and sit down in front of it, your heart ripping apart in your chest. "I fucked up. I didn't want this to end and it scared me-how much I love you-so I pushed you away. I didn't mean to, I didn't want to! I was just so fucking scared." His fist slams into a hard surface and you wince at the sound. He sounds utterly defeated as he says, "I'll stop calling, you clearly don't want my messages. I'm sorry and I love you."



Niall:

"Hey, babe!" He draws out the first word and slurs the second, obviously drunk. Your heart wrenches at his voice. "I know we're not together any more, but I really needed to call you, ya know? I miss you a lot. I really miss you," he interrupts himself with a hiccup, "I miss your smile and damn I miss kissing you." He laughs, "We had some good times, didn't we?" You hear him take a swig of whatever alcohol he's drinking before he continues, "I wish we'd get back together. You're the one who called it off. Why would you do that? You know how much I love you. Why? Why would you break my heart?" He laughs again, loud and obnoxious, "Please, can we get back together? I'm asking nicely." Sobering up a bit, he says, "I still love you as much as ever and all I seem to be able to do now is drink. Drinking makes it hurt less but it doesn't make me forget about us. I can never do that. Call me back, I need to see you. I really do love you Y/N, please?" You hear, in what sounded like the beginning of sob.



Louis:

"Hello, Y/N, it's Louis!" You wince once you hear him speak, detecting the fake cheerful tone that masks something much darker. "It's been a few days after the breakup and a few hundred messages on your answering machine later." There's a slight chip in his voice as he continues, "I'm doing alright." Then, a heavy exhale and he breaks down, words flowing out, "Okay, okay, I thought I could get through this message without crying or wanting to run over to your flat or showing you how sad I am really, but I guess I'm too weak for that. The truth is I'm not fine, not even fucking close. I miss you so much that it hurts, everything hurts! My heart, my head, everything. I need you back. I miss hearing your laugh and hugging you, I miss talking to you and holding your hand." His voice is anguished and shaky, on the verge of tears. "At least call me back? I just need to hear your voice right now. Please?"



Liam:

"Uh, hey, it's me. Um, Liam?" He's nervous, palms sweaty. "I know you told me to never call you again, but I had to. Before you delete this message just hear me out, okay?" Your finger eases off the 'delete' button and curiosity sinks in. "I'm going to convince you to get back together with me so here it goes: reason number one, I love you. You already know how much so I don't have to explain. Reason number two: I'm sorry. I could never apologize enough, but I'd do it for the rest of eternity if it meant another chance with you. Reason number three: I am the only person on this Earth to know of your intense obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Despite your iron resolve, a smile breaks through. "Reason number four: I'd bring you chocolate cupcakes from your favorite bakery for the rest of your life. Reason number five: If you gave me a second chance, I wouldn't fuck up. Reason six: I know you still love me too."