Preference #2 - Finding Out He's Cheating.
Harry - "Harry, can we talk?" You say as you put the dishes away. It had always been a cute couple activity - you wash and he puts away - but lately you've done the job by yourself. "Sure," He says, sitting on top of the counter next to you. Sighing, you turn and face him after shutting off the running water. "You're being really distant. I was just curious. Is it something I did?" He doesn't say anything at first, looking everywhere but at you. "No, no. It's nothing," he says, the crack in his voice a major indication that he's not telling the truth. You step in front of him, leaning into his tense body. "You can tell me, you know." You say light-heartedly. He looks up from the floor, and stares deeply into your eyes. His arms suddenly wrap tightly around you as if when he lets off even the slightest, you'll float away. "I didn't mean too." He whimpers, burying his forehead in your neck. "Didn't mean to do what?" You ask, feeling your heart start racing. "I.. I cheated on you, Y/N." He whispers. He jerks his head up, gauging your reaction as he rushed to explain yourself. "Your friend came by the night you worked really late, and I told her that you'd be coming home soon, and she suggested we crack open some of our wine and before I knew what was happening.. " He trails off, clearly disgusted with himself. You stop breathing and squirm out of his grip. Looking into his eyes, you hope to see that it's some weird, sick joke. Instead, you see regret, disgust, and most of all, sadness. He's not lying. You don't say another word. Only walking straight to the door, snatching your keys from the stand table next to the door. "Y/N!" Harry calls after you. You slam the car door and sit there a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened. Harry presses the palms of his hands against your window, silently begging for you to forgive him. Without so much as a look in his direction, you back out of the drive way.
Louis - "Louis!?" You yell as soon as you enter the home you two share. "Yes?" He walks into the living room, stopping when he sees that you're clearly livid. "What's the matter babe?" You throw the magazine down on the floor in front of him. He looks down and sees the picture that's clearly gotten you so mad: a picture of him and a gorgeous blonde being very 'friendly'. "Y/N... You actually believe that?" He asks quietly, stepping closer to you. You take a step back, "Don't touch me," You growl. "Y/N, I-" You cut him off. "I understand that there's going to be rumors, fake stories, anything for drama and publicity. You're a big star, that's going to happen, I understand. But this just takes it too far." You say through gritted teeth "Photoshop.. You don't know what people can do.." Louis stutters, trying so hard to get control of the situation, trying desperately to get you on his side. "Yes I do, I've seen them. Those didn't even matter to me though, this one was the one that did it." You basically shove your phone in his face, a message from your best friend. It says, 'I hate to be the bearer of bad news..' A picture of him and the blonde snogging follows the pixelated. "Louis please, tell me this is photoshopped too. Tell me this is fake. Tell me I'm mad over nothing. Please." You beg. You wait for him to say that you're overreacting and that this is all just a big misunderstanding. You wait for the words 'you're wrong.' But they never come. He only looks from your phone to you. "That's what I was scared of." You say as you turn right back around and storm out of the apartment. Once the door slams behind you, the strong facade you put on disappears and the tears begin to fall. You're heartbroken. Completely and utterly heartbroken.
Liam - "Hey, Liam?" You called from the couch of your home. He was making you dinner and letting you relax tonight. You actually were, until something from the latest celebrity gossip show caught your attention. "Yes babe?" He walks in, pan in hand. "Who is she?" You ask as a picture of him and a very attractive red head walking through town. He looks from you to the telly, then back to you. "Oh! That's just someone from work. She's only a friend." He says, stuttering slightly, making you wonder. The host on the television went on to say, 'Looks like Liam Payne and mystery girl are getting pretty close. Who is she, and what happened to Y/N?' You keep watching as more pictures roll by. You see one of them walking into your favorite restaurant, then holding hands. "Just a friend?" You snap, standing up. He opens his mouth to explain, but then the next picture cuts him off. You grab your purse and run out of the apartment before the picture of them kissing has time to change off of the screen.
Niall - It's been a terrible day. Your computer crashed at work and you lost all of your files. Your boss yelled at you for every mistake, where it was your fault or not, and your heels broke on the way home. Luckily, Niall had promised you a movie night tonight when you got home, and you were sure that only he could make it better. You unlocked the door. Looking around, you saw that Niall wasn't anywhere around so you walked towards the bedroom. "Niall? I've had the worst day ever. But I'm sure that movie night you promised can make it better, yeah?" You open up your bedroom door, your smile dying on your lips the second you lay eyes on Niall. He's shirtless, his hair a mess, lipstick all over his neck and cheeks.His lips are swollen red, his jeans undone, and better yet, a girl stood behind him. Her hair was a rat's nest, lipstick smeared, and she had on one of Niall's tee shirts. "Or.. Or maybe you're to busy.." You feel a single tear make its way down your cheek. You grip the keys tighter in your hand. "Y/N, it's just.. Uhm.." He looks from you to the girl behind him. You close your eyes and shake your head. "No, it.. It's fine." You say. You run to the front of your apartment, the door suddenly way too far for your liking. Niall tries to chase you and bring you back, but he needs to hold his pants up in order to run properly. Unfortunately he's too focused on that to realize you've slammed the door in your wake. You're long gone by the time his pants are zipped and he's able to open the door.
Zayn - "Y/N please! Wait!" Zayn calls after you as you ran out of the front door. You run to your car, but you don't leave, curious as to when his friend is going to leave. You sit there for half an hour. The 30 minutes turns into 3 hours as you finally see the reason you've been crying in your car walk out. She's smiling, and behind her - shirtless - Zayn walks out as well. She says something and he laughs, as though you never interrupted the two. His eyes travel to the drive way and he sees you sitting in your car. More tears fall helplessly onto your lap. His face falls and you sigh. 'Be strong, Y/N,' You say to yourself. You backed out and sped away, leaving Zayn, the girl, and your broken heart behind.
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