ZAYN:
You sighed, applying makeup to hide the bags under your eyes. You were supposed to be going for a job interview in an hour, but no matter how much makeup you put on, you still looked like crap.
"You know what? Screw this. Screw everything," you mumbled to yourself, throwing your makeup back into your makeup bag as the tears started to fall down your... cheeks.
You didn't even bother to cancel the interview, you just curled up on the couch with your laptop and watched some Kingsley and Tyler Oakley videos to make you smile. They always did and pretty soon you found yourself in a surprisingly good mood.
Quickly logging onto twitter, you tweeted "I don't know where is be with out @kingsleyyy & @tyleroakley 's videos. They make me laugh so hard. Thank you guys"
Within seconds, people were tweeting you like mad, telling you to click out a link. You did as tweeted and found yourself looking at the only person who could ruin your mood. Mr. Zayn Malik, himself.
"It's been two weeks and I just don't know. She's gone and according to her last tweet she's laughing so hard at Tyler Oakley and Kingsley videos," he appeared to be ranting to the fans about you.
Rolling your eyes, you were about to close the tab when he said something that you couldn't quite ignore.
"(Y/N), I know you're watching this. And I know that you're super mad and about to close this tab on your computer and just take a hot bath, but please listen to me. I love you. I always have and I always will. And I know you feel the same. Stop doing this to yourself. Just talk to me."
His voice broke at the end of his little speech and you felt the tears coming again. You had been ignoring his calls since you left, but you hadn't left for no reason. You left because he was over protective. He was always questioning you and then not believing you and causing the stupidest arguments in history. You deserved your own life. But maybe you couldn't handle it. Maybe you needed to talk to him.
You took a super deep breath and pulled yourself together. You drove over to his house and stepped up to his front door. Before you could even knock, he opened the door.
"(Y/N)..." He breathed.
LIAM:
Your break up with Liam was a mutual decision. He never had time anymore. He was always busy and spent all this free time with his family. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. But you couldn't just keep dating someone who didn't have time for you. Eventually, you just drifted apart, but the breakup had only been official for about three weeks. And you weren't doing so good.
You decided to go get some groceries to clear your mind. Buying groceries always helped.
You quickly drove over to the supermarket and went up and down the isles, looking for food.
You were comparing prices on milk when someone bumped into you. You turned around to look at them and almost had a stroke on the ground.
"I'm sor- Liam?" You cut yourself off as you found Liam staring at you.
"Hey (Y/N). Uhm, can we talk?"
NIALL:
You sat on your couch, scrolling through your twitter, finding nothing except for the rumors.
"NIALL AND MYSTERY GIRL!"
"NIALL ALREADY MOVING ON"
"NIALL'S LIFE WITHOUT (Y/N)"
You rolled your eyes. They were all true. Every single rumor.
You were calling your mom a few days ago to say happy birthday from his phone because yours died when he got a text from the 'mystery girl' asking about their 'movie date' for the next day. You had immediately confronted him about it and he wouldn't stop apologizing and saying that it wasn't what you thought. Well, apparently it was and you were glad to be rid of him.
At least you thought you were. A knock at your door brought you back to reality and you hurried to answer it. Anything to get your mind off Niall. What you didn't expect was Niall to be on the other side of the door.
"Hey," he said sort of awkwardly, like he didn't think you'd actually answer the door.
"Bye!" You told him, trying to shut the door in his face, but he put a hand up, stopping it from shutting.
"(Y/N), please let me talk to you! I just want to explain!"
"Explain what, Niall?!" You asked, letting him push open the door so you could see his face when you told him off. "That you cheated on me? Oh, I already knew that. That you made a complete fool of me? Well, I know that, too. Looks like you wasted your precious time. Bye."
You tried to shut the door again, but he blocked it. Again.
"(Y/N) I just want to talk to you!"
"Why don't you go talk to your new mystery girl! I'll alert the media!" You screamed at him, trying to turn away, but he put a hand on your shoulder.
"Please," he said, looking into your eyes.
You pulled away and looked him
seriously in the face, "You know what, Niall? Go to Hell. I don't want to talk to you now and I won't want to talk to talk to you in three minutes from now or even FIVE YEARS from now. So just get away from me before I call the cops on you!"
He stepped forward, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.
LOUIS:
You glared at the One Direction Barbie dolls as you roamed the aisles of WalMart. They were seriously everywhere and it was starting to scare the crap out of you. You passed by a Louis doll in the towel aisle and grabbed it, throwing it on the ground. This was going to end now.
You stomped on the innocent doll as it peacefully sat in it's box, "This is for 'working late' and not coming home until 4 AM!" You yelled at it.
"And this is for forgetting my birthday," you screamed at the smiling doll, stomping on it again.
"And this is for telling me that my sister is prettier than me to my face," you yelled, stomping again.
"And this is for being so freaking adorable while you did all those things," you screamed, stomping viciously on the box with the doll inside over and over.
"And quit smiling!" You screamed, stomping harder.
You were on the verge of tears. You hadn't talked to Louis, or really anyone at all since the breakup and it was staring to eat you alive.
You heard a laugh from behind you and slowly turned to find Louis Tomlinson.
"Well if it isn't the spawn of Satan," you said to him, crossing your arms with your foot rested on the box with the Barbie inside.
He smirked, "I'm not the one stomping on a toy for children. Some little child is going to go without a Louis doll now, thanks to you."
You rolled your eyes, "What poor little messed up child would want a doll of you?"
Louis sighed, turning serious all of a sudden, "Look, (Y/N), I know that you're mad. I would be too, but-"
"But what, Louis?! No excuses, please! I am sick and tired of excuses, ok? I'd rather you'd just tell me to die or that you never want to see me again or that we were a mistake! Can you do that for me? Just tell me off. Go ahead," You told him, finally being able to tell him how you felt.
He shook his head, "I-I can't."
"Fine! Come find me when you grow a pair and can tell me off like a man, okay? Or you can call if you're not man enlighten to say it to my face! It'll make my day. Until then, enjoy yourself. I hope the two of you rot in Hell together," you screamed at him, throwing the Barbie of him at his chest and turning to walk away.
"Wait, (Y/N), don't do this. Please. Can we just talk about this?"
"What could you possibly have left to say to me after all this?!"
"I love you, (Y/N)."
HARRY:
You pulled a strand of hair behind your ear as you walked up to the bar.
"Give me the strongest thing you've got," you told the bartender and he got to work.
Your breakup with Harry was 6 months ago and you were still coming here every night to cope with everything.
The bartender handed you a drink and you drank it quickly before asking for another.
You felt someone sit beside you and turned to find Harry sitting right next to you. He was looking at you and you rolled your eyes as the bartender gave you another drink.
"What do you want, Styles?" You asked, downing your second drink and putting the empty cup on the counter.
"I just want you back, (Y/N)."
Your eyes widened. He was being pretty straightforward about this.
"And why should I take you back?" You asked him.
"Because you still love me."
You laughed, "You wish. I'm not here because I love you, Harry. Trust me. I'm here because I am mad and have anger problems and I hate the world. And if I didn't come here, I'd be in a mental institution. It has nothing to do with loving you."
"Where the heck is my drink?!" You screamed, turning to the bartender suddenly. You were gonna need that drink.
"Look, Harry, if you wanna leave me for some chick, that's fine. Whatever. But don't come back to me now. It's too late. You know that," you told him a little quietly as the bartender brought your drink.
"Thank you!" You yelled loudly, very drunk.
You were halfway done with your drink when the world started to get fuzzy. Oh crap.
"I just want you to know that I'm not over you and I never will be," Harry said, but you were too drunk to reply.
Smooth move, (Y/N). Smooth move. You thought to your drunken self.
