One Direction Preferences

Niall: "Fucking cunts." Niall yells as he walks in the front door, slamming it behind him. You watch as he kicks off his red Supras and throws himself on the couch beside you. "What's wrong Nialler?" He just shakes his head and runs a hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair. "Niall, you know you can tell me anything." His pink cheeks turn pale and he bursts out crying. "M-management is trying to make he break up with you but... but I just can't. I love you." he sobs, his body shaking uncontrollably. You rub his back, trying to calm him down. "Niall, it's alright. Calm down babe." He looks at you wide puffy eyes. "But they told m-me that if I don't, then I'm out of the band!" You gasp at their cruelness but quickly regain your composure. "Niall, think about it for a minute. Do you really think that the fans or the other boys would allow you to be kicked out of the band? We can work through this, I promise you." you tell him, taking his hand. "You're right (Y/N). I love you so much, I wouldn't break up with you for anything." He wraps you in a hug and kisses your head.

Zayn: You and Zayn are watching a movie when your phone lights up, indicating that you have an incoming call. You answer and put it on speaker. "(Y/N)?" A ladies voice asks. "Yes?" "This is Modest Management." Zayn's hands clench into fists just at the name. "We're really sorry to tell you this, but we need you to break up with Zayn." "W-what?" you stutter. "Yes. It seems that he's been spending all of his time with you, and that's not going down too well with the fans. Please do it within the next week. Goodbye." The phone drops from your hand and your mouth falls open. You look at Zayn, who looks ready to kill. "Zayn?" you ask, and he explodes. "Who do they think they fucking are? They can't make me break up with you, and they won't." he says shakily. He then grabs you and hold you tightly as if he let you go, then he would lose you forever. A week letter, management calls again. "It appears that you've yet to break up with Zayn. Do it soon, or else we will take it to more drastic measures." You gasp as Zayn rips the phone from your hand. "Stop harassing my fucking girlfriend. If you don't, I'll no longer show up to concerts. Goodbye." he says angrily, stabbing the end call button.

Louis: You and Louis are backstage in his dressing room after a concert. "You did great tonight babe." You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his shirtless stomach. He turns around and his mouth meets yours. "Thank babe." he mutters into the kiss. He backs up until you're lying on the couch on top of him. He starts to fumble with your shirt when you hear the door open. You shoot up and straighten your shirt when you realize it's management. "Um, Louis? (Y/N)? Could I talk to the two of you?" Louis nods and the lady steps in to the room and closes the door behind her. She sits down on the couch across from you. "It seems that the fans haven't been seeming to like (Y/N) lately, correct?" she starts, and you sadly nod. "Well, it's gotten to the point where Louis' losing fans from it. And you wouldn't want that, right?" she asks you and you quickly shake your head, not sure where this was going. "So what we're going to need for you to do is break up." she says simply. It feels like your heart dropped into your stomach. "You can't just make me break up with my girlfriend! The fans can learn how to deal if-" You put a finger to Louis' lips, cutting him off. "Louis, I don't want to make you lose fans. Maybe she's right." You shrug, and he looks at you like you're crazy. "No. I'm not losing you because some of my fans are too immature to realize that I'm not gay, and I'm really in love with you." He grabs your hand and holds it tight. "I'm not letting you go. Ever." He turns to the lady. "You can leave now."

Liam: When Liam calls you and asks you to come to his flat, you immidiatley drive over. He sounded really serious on the phone, and you wanted to see what was up. As soon as you walk into the door of his flat you can tell something is really wrong. You hear sniffling coming from his bedroom, and when you walk in he looks at you with teary eyes. "Liam, whats wrong?" You rush over to him and try to give him a hug but he recoils. You pull back and look at him. "Liam, what?" He shakes his head sadly. "(Y/N)... (Y/N) I don't think it's working b-between us." he whispers, and you gasp. "But Liam, why not? Please don't do this." When he looks up and sees a tear falling from your eye, he starts fully sobbing. "I-I can't do this." "Do what Li?" "Management said that I had to break up with you o-or I was going to be out of the band, but I just can't do it. I love you too much. You probably hate me now anyways." he huffs, and you quickly shake your head. "No no no, I promise you I don't hate you. I love you. We'll get through this, I promise you. I'll talk to management. I'll do anything, just don't break up with me." He nods and scoots closer to you, pressing a kiss to your nose. "I promise. I love you too."

a/n: i'm really sorry i couldn't think of one for harry :\ if i do then i'll add it!! xx