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Sorry I have not posted in a while. Things haven been pretty crazy.
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Sorry I have not posted in a while. Things haven been pretty crazy.

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I want to cut myself.... What do I do?

Please get some help. You may feel like you are not important, but trust me you will ALWAYS be important to me.

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Ain’t that the truth…sorry I haven’t posted in a long time
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Preference: You get close to another band member and he’s jealous (Requested by Princessstyles224)

Harry: “Yeah of course. Alright I’m on my way. See you in a bit.” you say as you hang up the phone with Niall. Niall had called you and asked if you could come over to help him with something, but he didn’t tell you what he needed help with. But you agreed to help with him anyway.

“Hey babe I’m going to Niall’s, I’ll be back in a little bit.” you yell to Harry as you grab your purse and shoes.

“What about our movie night?” you hear him whine from the sitting room.

You wince, you totally forgot about that. You and Harry haven’t been able to have a lot of time together considering when he’s not home, you are, and when you’re not home, he is.

“We’ll do it once I get home.”

“That’s what you said last time.” he groans. But you could hear in his voice that he was mad.

You make your way into the sitting room where Harry is spread out on the settee flipping through movies. He looks up at you with a frown and you mock a pouting face.

“Awe is little Harry jealous.” you tease him. You go to grab his cheek when he slaps your hand away.

“Stop it.”

“Harry-”

“You know you don’t want to keep Niall waiting.” he snaps.

“Why are you getting all worked up over this? He just asked me to help him with something. I told you I would be back in a bit.” you say in your defense.

“Yeah right. Remember last time? You came home at like 3am!”

“He was going through a hard time Harry! At least I was there for him, I don’t see you trying to help.”

“Just stop (Y/N), you don’t need to try to cover it up anymore..” he scoffs and rolls his eye as he turns the TV off and stands up to look at you. “Everyone knows. It’s so noticeable.” 

“Cover what up? What’s noticeable.” you desperately ask.

“Quit playing dumb (Y/N).”

“If you tell me what you’re talking about, then maybe I will!”

“The fact that you’re cheating on me with Niall and just used me to get close to him! There I said it! But you already know this because it’s true!” Harry yells throwing his hands up in the process.

“Harry I would never-” you try to reason but he cuts you off.

“Yeah right! I’ve known you long enough, I know when you’re lying. Just get out.” he says darkly and pointing to the door.

“Harry please hear me out.” you reach to take his hand, but he pulls away.

“Hear you tell me the you don’t love me? No thanks.”

You open your mouth to say something in a desperate attempt to reason but nothing comes out. You close your mouth and will yourself not to cry.

Seeing that you’re speechless Harry turns his back and starts toward the kitchen but stops and talks over his shoulder, “And don’t even think about coming back.” he then walks into the kitchen. Now that he is out of sight the tears start to fall. You turn and bolt out the door.

Louis: You and Louis have been lazily watching tv all day, since the park plans had been cancelled due to the snow.

“I’m going to make some more popcorn, want anything?” Louis asks standing from the settee.

“No thanks Lou.”
After Louis left the room your phone buzzes.

Liammm: ‘Wanna hang out today? :)’

You: ‘Cant :( I’m stuck in the flat’

Liammm: ‘Why? Did your car finally break down? ;)’

You: ‘No! I’m snowed in.’

Liammm: ‘It snowed?

You: ‘Uh yeah look out the window’

Liammm: ‘Nothing here.’ Attached to the message is a picture of outside with no sign of snow anywhere. 

You: ‘Where the hell are you?’

Liammm: ‘London!’ 

You: ‘Liam.. I’m in Doncaster with Louis…’

Liammm: ‘That was this week?’

You can’t hold it in anymore. You start laughing so hard you fall of the settee you had been previously sitting on. When you finally regain your breath you look up from your new spot on the floor and see Louis standing over you with the bowl of popcorn.

“Oh hey babe.” you say with a smile. You put your hands in the air, signaling you wanted Louis to help you up. But he scoffs and moves around you to sit on the settee. Confused you sit up to look at him.

“Who were you texting?”

“Liam.”

“Of course you were.” he grumbles.

“What’s up with you?” you ask as you prop your chin in your hands.

“What’s up with you and Liam?” he snaps back.

“Louis calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I know what’s going in between you two!”

“Between Liam and me?” you asked amused by his anger.

“Yes between you and Liam! You know always going out and texting and all that!”

“And all that?”

“Don’t push it (Y/N).”

“I’m just trying to figure out what this is all about. Liam and I are just friends.”

“Friends don’t love each other.” he mumbles.

“Love each- what?” you let out a small chuckle. “I don’t love him. I love you.”

“Obviously not.”

“Louis come on,” you touch his knee but he doesn’t move.

“Babe..” you try shaking his knee yet he still does nothing.

“Louis please trust me on this.” no reply.

“Okay well,” you stand from the spot on the floor and cross your arms, hurt clear in your eyes, “You seem to not know what love is. Because I don’t love Liam. I love you. And if you can’t see that maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” he repeats without making eye contact with you still.

“Fair enough.” you say and make your way to the front day, half hoping he would come to his senses and follow you, but he doesn’t. So you leave.

Zayn: You skip up the stairs and into yours and your boyfriend Zayn’s bedroom, where you find him laying on the bed on his phone like he always is now a days.

“Hey babe. Louis called and asked if we wanted to double date with him and Eleanor tonight. Maybe for like dinner or something but we don’t know yet, we want to make sure everyone is on board before we make everything set in stone.” you say in a cheery tone while rocking back and forth on your feet. But Zayn doesn’t reply, he does even look up from his phone. He doesn’t have headphones in so you know he hears you.

“Zayn? Zee? Zayyyynnn? Earth to Zayn. Come in Zayn.” you say waving your hand in his face. This time he actually looks up at you. “Did you hear what I said?” you ask chuckling a bit to hide your annoyance.

“Yeah I heard you.” he says looking back down at his phone again.

“Well?” you ask slightly irritated.

“Well what?” he asks totally oblivious and still looking at his phone.
You scoff and take his phone from his hands and slip it into your back pocket.

“(Y/N)..” he groans.

“Do you want to go tonight or not?” you ask crossing your arms.

“You can go.”

“Without you?” you ask in disbelief. Zayn nods. “Why would I go without you? It’s a double date.”

“I don’t know. Knowing you, you would ditch me for Louis anyway.”

“He’s going to be with El.”

“That has never stopped you before.”

“What the hell are you talking about Zayn?” you say now getting frustrated.
”I’m talking about how you always hang out with Louis now.”

“How would you even know that Zayn? You never pay any attention to what I do you’re always on your phone. Head down, walking around, you never put the damn thing away.” you roll your eyes.

Zayn narrows his eyes, “And what’s that suppose to mean?”

You cross your arms, “See you don’t even notice! It means you don’t ever know what’s going on in this house or with me, you have no right to accuse me.” You could tell that hurt him, his face and eyes soften for a second but he quickly regains his posture.

“You don’t think I don’t notice when you’re not home? It’s much quieter and less annoying.” he laughs.

“So you do notice something? The one thing you do. But I certainly don’t want to be here, because I’m alone all the time! Because you’re practically married to your phone anyway!”

“Then leave! No one is stopping you.” Zayn says growls.

“Well I know you certainly aren’t. If I left it probably won’t even phase you. You never see me anyway.” you say basically challenging him.

“Try me.” he say getting in your face, you quickly take a step back but accept his words. You work around him and grab your shoes and leave the room. You trot back down the stairs and slip your shoes on. You take your car keys off the counter, set his phone down in place of them, and slam the door shut behind you.

Niall: You pull into yours and Niall’s flat driveway. But as you notice there is another car already here and it surely isn’t Niall’s car. Usually you’re the only one home for a few hours until Niall gets home from the studio or wherever he is, but you didn’t recognize this car.

You sit in your car for a few extra minutes running through each dangerous scenario there possibly is. And after gathering enough courage, and getting too hot because you had turned the car off, you decide to go inside.

You carefully get out and walk past the other car and up to the front door. You find it unlocked but you know you locked it this morning, out of habit. You quietly open the door and shut it as quickly and quietly as possible. There is a light on in the kitchen and you hear a voice.

“Wait I think someone just got home, I’ll call you back.” you hear them say, you need to hide but you’re too frozen with fear.

The kitchen door opens and you suck in breath, “Oh hey (Y/N)!” Zayn says.

“Jesus Christ Zayn Malik you nearly have me a heart attack!” you say laughing hitting him playfully.

“Sorry (Y/N) I was going to pop by and say hey but you weren’t home, so I just waited.” he says with a smile.

“Awe thanks Zayn,” you say nudging his shoulder as you head back into the kitchen, “You hungry?”

“Quite.” he says following you.

After a few minutes you ask Zayn what’s been bugging you, “Where’s Niall? Do you know?”

“No I don’t. He left the studio before me. Have you heard from him?” you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N).. He’ll be home soon.” he sighs.

After that it becomes very awkward.

“So, uh, what would you like? To eat I mean.” you ask him.

“Hmmm. Chocolate cake.”

“Um.. we don’t have any chocolate cake…”

“Huh? What??” Zayn says being a bit over dramatic, “You don’t have any chocolate cake?! Well we need to change that as fast as possible my dear!”

•Two hours and one cake later•

You and Zayn have basically destroyed the kitchen, and yourselves with cake batter, eggs, frosting and everything else. But neither of you care, it was too much fun. You haven’t had this much fun in a while.

“I’m home.” you hear Niall grumble from the entry way, and you perk at the sound of his voice.

“Niall!” you cheer as you race to give him a hug. But he doesn’t return it, instead he pushed you away.

“Ugh (Y/N) what is all over you? Christ. That’s so nasty.”

“It’s just food. Chill out man.” Zayn says calmly as he comes from the kitchen and slings an arm over your shoulder.

“What’s he doing here?” Niall says eyeing Zayn.

“He’s keeping me company when you’re god knows where, doing god knows what.”

“He doesn’t need to be here.”

“Neither does your attitude.”

“I don’t want him here.” Niall’s says getting angrier by the second.

“He goes, I go.”

“Why are you being so overprotective with him? It’s just Zayn!” Niall exclaims.

“Niall Horan!” you yell throwing your arms down and stomping your foot.

“(Y/N) chill out it’s okay.” Zayn mumbles.

“No. It’s not okay! He’s being a dick! He can be a dick to me, that’s okay! But not to his band mate who is practically his brother! Whatever Niall. Call me when you get your shit together.” You take Zayn’s hand and head for the door, but you stop and add, “Or you know, don’t.” You push past Niall and out the door.

Liam: You’ve had the longest day today, all you wanted to do was go home, eat, be with Liam, and go to bed. But you can’t always get what you want. You get back to the flat and Liam isn’t there, and there’s no food to make any dinner, and you defiantly we’re not going to the store right now.

“Maybe I’ll call him.” you mumble to yourself, hoping that maybe for once he would try and help around the house. You speed dial Liam’s number and wait. And wait. And wait. Voicemail.

“Ugh Liam.” you groan.

You sigh and set your phone down and walk around the kitchen to see of you could maybe manage to scrap something together. You open the fridge and every pantry at least 20 times before giving up on trying to make something. All the sudden you hear your phone ring from in the other room. You set your hopes high, hoping it would be Liam calling you back. 

You bound into the room and don’t even look at the caller ID before you answer.

"Hello?" you say way more cheerily than you should have.

"Sounds like someone is in a good mood." But it wasn’t Liam’s voice you heard, it was Harry’s.

"Oh.. Hey Harry." You didn’t mean to sound upset, but you did. Your mood had totally gone down.

"Well hey Miss Mood Swing." he answers back just as grumpily as you did.

"Sorry Harry I just thought you were Liam. I haven’t heard from him all day, and I’ve called him many times."

"It’s okay, I understand. Is there anything I can do for you?" You ponder if you should ask him to pick up some food, but decide against it.

"No thanks though."

"Have you eaten yet?" 

"No."

"I’ll bring you something?" he asks more as a question than a statement.

"It’s fine Harry I’ll find something."

"And that’s my cue to bring you something. I’ll be over in a little bit." Before you can protest he’s hung up the phone. You sigh and set your phone back on the table. 

Ten minutes later you hear a knock on the door. This time with your hopes not so high you answer. Again it’s Harry, but he brought food so that’s okay.

You give him a sad smile as you let him into the flat.

"You okay (Y/N)?"

"Fine." You answer trying to have a convincing smile.

"I know you’re lying (Y/N), I may not be Liam but you can still talk to me." Harry says softly.

And for the next hour and a half that’s what you did. You poured out everything to Harry, about what had happened today, yesterday, last week, everything. Granted he wasn’t Liam, but he was your best friend. If Liam wasn’t home and you wanted someone it was always Harry. By the end up your rant, you both finished your dinner that Harry brought, you cheeks were stained with the angry track of tears and Harry sat quietly staring down at his hands.

"Sorry Harry." You sniff as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. He looks up from his hands shocked.

"Sorry?" You nod, not giving an explanation for your mood. But Harry quickly takes action and grabs your hands. "No (Y/N) you shouldn’t be sorry at all. None of this is your fault. You’re just having a tough time and have been bottling it up, never feel sorry for wanting to talking." He says looking in your eyes.

And suddenly you brake into a smile, the first one in a while. You throw your arms around Harry’s neck and bury your hand in his shoulder.

"Thank you Harry."

Right as Harry was about to respond, the front door opened and Liam’s voice filled the room.

“(Y/N) have-” but he stopped dead in his sentence when he saw Harry with you. “Oh Harry. What are you doing here.” He asked lowly.

Harry immediately let go of you, like he was scared of Liam and seemed to completely lose his words, “Nothing. I just-… (Y/N).. We-“

Liam just nodded and chuckled darkly, “Get out.” Harry frantically nodded and dashed out the door.

"Liam! What the hell!" You ask getting mad once Harry left.

"Why was he here?!"

"He just brought me dinner and kept me company because you wouldn’t answer the phone!"

"I don’t want him here." He says pushing past you.

"You can’t force that onto him! What did he even do?!" You scream back following him up the stairs

"He’s not allowed over, end of discussion (Y/N)!" Liam roared whipping around and sending you a glare, suddenly scared of him you fall quiet and stop moving. He doesn’t seem to notice your mood change and turns back around, slamming your bedroom door. You hear a small click, knowing he locked it.

You turn and rush down the stairs, trying to get as far away from Liam as you can, you had never seen him so mad. It definitely scared you. You get downstairs and run into the spare bathroom around the corner. You close and lock the door. Slowly backing away from it. Your back hit the wall and you slowly slide down it, keeping your eyes on the door.

A/N: sorry it took sooooo long.. but I hope you like it! Part 2? ~ mh

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