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5SOS Preference #1: First Meeting

Luke: “Two tequila shots please.” Your best friend slurred at the bartender, spinning around and nearly falling off her barstool in the process. It was a Friday night and the bar was full, the music was loud and your best friend was hammered. 

“I’m going to be carrying you home Y/BF/N.” You jokingly rolled your eyes and took one of the shots, downing it and quickly sucking on the lime to lessen the taste.

“Damn right you are, unless I can find a sexy man to take me home instead.” She giggled, scanning the room as you ordered another drink, it was a Friday after all. 

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30 minutes later and Y/BF/N was pretty much passed out and you were attempting to navigate both of you around the crowded room to the exit. However you had severely underestimated your ability to do this and you had nearly tripped several times. 

“Omfg Y/N, we should totally go back to the bar and do more vodka shots! First one to puke loses” Y/BF/N slurred as she feebly attempted to drag you back towards the bartender. 

“Next time girl, first things first we need some food to sober your drunk ass up.” You giggled and dragged her out on the sidewalk, attempting to flag down a passing taxi while also keeping your friend stable and away from any tempting alcohol. After the fifth taxi went past without stopping, you were getting pretty fed up. 

“For the love of God, this shouldn’t be this difficult” You huffed, running a hand through your tousled hair and checking the clock on your phone. “3.37 am, fan-fucking tactic.” 

“Er.. excuse me?” You felt a sturdy hand pat your shoulder and turned around, coming face to face with a tall handsome stranger. “Sorry to disturb, I just thought you might want to take my taxi instead, seeing as you might be struggling.” He gestured to your drunk friend, you glanced up, trying hard to make it seem like you weren’t totally checking this stranger out. 

“That would be amazing, thank you so much.” You flashed him a smile and grabbed your friends hand, following the man to the taxi he had pulled over. “I’m Y/N by the way and you have just completely saved me from walking 12 blocks in heels.” 

“Glad I could be of service Y/N, I’m Luke.”

“Hurry up Y/N, get the hot guys number and then take me to get some god damn food.” Y/BF/N yelled out from inside the taxi, flashing you a mischievous smirk. You felt your cheeks grow hot, and silently vowed to get your friend back later, and smile shyly. Luke awkwardly shifted, his cheeks tinging with redness. 

“Well she clearly read my mind.” Luke chuckled deeply, handing you a piece of paper he had messily scrawled his number onto. “Call me Y/N, I’d love to see you again.”

Ashton: “Milk, eggs, bread. Check, check, check.” You muttered to yourself as you leisurely strolled your trolley up and down aisle fourteen. It was 2am on a Wednesday and in typical you fashion, you had procrastinated grocery shopping for so long you were forced to do it at this ridiculous hour. 

“Now, do I want chocolate or ice-cream? Who am I kidding I 100% want both.” You laughed at yourself, plucking a block of milk chocolate off the shelf and into your trolley. 

“Wow, you sound awfully upbeat for someone doing grocery shopping at 2 in the morning.” A deep voice sounded out from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall, muscular dark blonde man with an infectious smile plastered on his extremely cute face.

“I could say the same about you. I’m surprised someone else is up and shopping at this hour.” You continued walking down the aisle, surprised when the handsome stranger follows you. 

“Well its not everyday I see a beautiful woman buying my favourite chocolate, I have to admit I am intrigued. I’m Ashton by the way, Ashton Irwin.” He smiled at you and you felt butterflies in your stomach, how was it possible someone could have such an attractive smile. 

“I bet you use that line every time you food shop but anyway its nice to meet you Ashton Irwin, I’m Y/N Y/LN.” You extended a hand for him to shake, which he did with a crooked smile on his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“I promise I can think of 100 better lines, I’m happy to try them out on you if you'd like, maybe over dinner? My shout of course.” You fought hard to keep the smirk from taking over your face and nodded at him, taking out your phone to give him your phone number. 

“I suppose it’s only fair, besides if I don’t do this some poor other girl will have to suffer and I am not that cruel.” 

Michael: Excitement was bubbling in your stomach, midnight screenings of new movies were always a fun time, especially when it was the newest marvel movie and fans in costumes were everywhere. 

“Y/N, come on! We need to get our seats before the trailers finish, if I miss one second of this movie I’m going to be pissed.” You laughed as your friend grabbed your hand and dragged you into the movie cinema. People were everywhere, there was not one empty seat in the entire theatre. You checked your ticket and realised you were sitting next to a stranger, although a very cute stranger. There were definitely worse people to sit next too that's for sure! You sat down, trying not to make it obvious you were checking him out. If your friend saw you, they would give you hell about it for the entire movie. His hair was dyed bright and he was wearing a top with your favourite band on it, what were the chances! You settled back comfortably in your chair and focused on the newest trailer.

“Gotta say, this movie looks like complete crap. Don’t you think?” You looked surprisingly as the stranger sitting next to you whispered to you. Now you could look at him face to face you couldn’t believe how cute he was. 

“Oh totally, I could make a drinking game out of how many movies are ruined by John Cena cameos. He’s in every stupid movie ever.” You and the cute guy laughed as John Cena came on to the screen,. 

“Totally agree with you, a shot every time he’s on screen would get you wasted in less than 15 minutes.” You guys laughed, trying to quiet down as people in the cinema stared. 

“I’m Michael by the way.” 

The rest of the movie was spent with you and Michael cracking jokes, it was by far the most fun movie experience you had ever had, and it only got better when Michael asked you on a date after the movie.

Calum: House parties were usually super fun, however when you only know one person and they disappear immediately, they can suck major ass. You were nursing your drink in the corner of the room, surrounded by smoke and a variety of drunk/stoned people. Your friend was currently rolling around on the couch with a guy she met 45 minutes ago leaving you to awkwardly pretend you couldn’t see what she was doing. You glanced around the crowded room before noticing the balcony, a perfect place to escape and not feel as awkward. You clambered across the room, avoiding the drunk guy throwing up in the kitchen sink and burst through the door, savouring the peaceful fresh air. It was only till after you were leaning against the balcony rail that you realised you weren’t the only one attempting to escape the party. A tall, dark haired and extremely hot guy was sitting on a chair, chuckling amusedly at your look of surprise. 

“I can see I’m not the only one who needed a break.” He sat up and extended a a hand towards you. “I’m Calum by the way.” You took his hand and shook it, trying to ignore the way a handshake gave you butterflies. 

“I’m Y/N, sorry to ruin your peace but I had to leave before Y/BF/N decided to jump her guy in front of my eyes.” You laughed, Calum’s deep chuckle joining in as well. 

“Well I’m glad you found your way out here, I was getting pretty lonely by myself.” You took a seat next to Calum, where you guys continued to talk into the late hours of the night about anything and everything you guys had in common. 

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5SOS PICTURE PREFERENCE #1: P A R T Y

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Preference #12: Crush

Harry: “I know babe, I know.” Harry’s pleading voice echoed through his house. You glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, Five o’clock exactly. The usual time when Harry and his current girlfriend Vanessa, or the spawn of satan as you called her, had their regular old fight. You flicked through your magazine slowly as you tried to block out the sounds of Harry pleading and the screech of the cellphone as Vanessa screamed out insults and accusations. You hated seeing him trapped in a toxic relationship like this, especially when in your heart you knew that you could be the one to make him happy. The unrequited crush was the worst type of crush, and it only made it worse that you and Harry were best friends ...  just best friends. 

“Babe, you’re the one I want to be with, okay? Not Y/N, she’s just a friend.” You felt a pang in your heart at those words. It was the worst feeling in the world to fall for someone you have zero chance with, but so far you had successfully put on a brave face and kept your infatuation a complete secret. 

“Vanessa I love you okay! You know this, Y/N means nothing to me in that way.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes and blinked rapidly. He was only speaking the truth, and you could not blame him for that. You heard Harry say goodbye and slowly walk back to your room, so you stared at the magazine, willing yourself to hold your tongue. 

“Sorry about that, she’s just going through a lot right now.” You nodded in response, knowing if you opened your mouth all your thoughts and emotions would come tumbling out. He sighed and lay down on the bed next to you. You felt your skin heat up just by being close to him. 

“I wish she was like you, our relationship would be way less complicated.” He chuckled and nudged you with his hip. You bit your lip, trying hard to focus on the article you were reading. A single tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly brushed it away.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Harry sat up, turning to face you, his face full of concern. You felt yourself fall for him even more just by that and you let out a shaky breath that you didn't even know you had been holding. 

“No, I need to go... I’m sorry.” You gathered your stuff and practically sprinted out of his bedroom. 

Liam: “Y/N you don’t even like football, why are we here?” Your best friend whined as you trudged along the football field outside your school. It was the middle of winter and it was absolutely freezing, thunder rumbled in the sky.

“I know but Liam is playing and I want to show my support.” You sat down on the ice-cold bleachers, shivering as you watched the football team warm up. You heard your best friend scoff and nudge you with her arm.

“Show your support? You are dressed to the nines girl, you want him to notice how hot you look.” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you shook your head quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“No way, we are just friends Y/BF/N”. You caught Liam’s eye and your heart fluttered as he waved to you. Even you had to admit, that feeling was not a platonic one. 

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The game ended with the school’s team winning, Liam kicking the final goal. As per school tradition, everyone would now go back to someones house and party until the early hours of the night. 

“I am so so so excited. I heard Nick’s got the house completely to himself and you know Nick’s parties are always the best ones.” Your best friend chattered on as you walked to your car amidst a crowd of loud fans. You listened slightly, mainly trying to spot Liam. You hated to admit it, but this crush you had on him was deepening every single day. 

“Y/N!” You turned around at the sound of Liam’s voice and saw him jogging towards you, a sweet smile plastered on his face. He looked so damn good in that Football uniform.

“Hey Liam! Good game today.” He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. 

“Thanks, I was just wondering if you were going to Nick’s party tonight?” Your cheeks flushed as your best friend smiled knowingly. You nodded in response, your stomach in complete knots.

“Sweet, I’d love to see you there.”

Zayn: “Another one? Y/N that’s the third one this week.” You smiled to yourself as you admired the neatly-folded piece of paper that fell out of your textbook. For the past two weeks you had been receiving little love notes from an anonymous person. They were incredibly sweet and well written and they made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“I just want to know who it is.” You sighed to your friends, scanning over the note. You knew in your heart who you wanted it to be, but it was highly unlikely it would ever be him. You glanced around the classroom and your gaze fell to him, like it usually did. He was perfection, exactly why he didn’t even know you existed. 

“What’s on the back Y/N?” You flipped over the note and read the sentences scrawled on the back. 

I need to see you. Meet me at the Nick’s party tonight, on the balcony overlooking the garden. I’ll be waiting. 

Holy shit. You felt the butterflies in your stomach remerge. Tonight, finally, you would know who had been writing to you so beautifully. It had only been two weeks but it felt so much longer. 

“He wants me to meet him tonight at Nick’s party.” As your friends chattered excitedly around you, your gaze drifted to Zayn who was starting intensely at you. His brown eyes bore into yours, making your heart flutter. Although it was highly unlikely, you really hoped Zayn would be the one waiting on the balcony. 

Niall: “See the second Avengers was not even slightly as good as the first one” You gestured to the television where the screen showed a fighting action sequence. You were currently in Niall’s living room having a movie day with all the boys. It was a tradition, watch a bunch of movies and argue over how good/bad it is. 

“No way Y/N, we get two new loveable characters and we didn’t get any in the first one.” Niall retorted, ruffling your hair from his spot next to you. You scowled and swatted his hand away before leaning back against his shoulder. You and Niall had been best friends since you first met back in grade school. Gradually as he met the rest of the lads, you had begun to be friends with all of them. Now you were one big inseparable group. 

“Anyway we need a popcorn refill, anyone want anything while I’m up?” Everyone shook their heads no so you grabbed the bowl and walked to the kitchen. As soon as you left the room you heard muttering break out between them all. Curious, you listened in slightly. You could only make out the words Niall, her and crush. 

“What the hell...” You whispered to yourself. Niall had a crush? Niall hardly ever got crushes on girls and every time he did it killed you. You had developed feelings for Niall since you first met him, but of course you kept it to yourself. Why risk ruining an amazing friendship when you know he doesn’t feel the same way? You sighed and grabbed the popcorn, all your happiness drained out of your body, and walked back to the boys. Of course he didn’t feel the same way, you were nobody and he was somebody. 

Louis: “He totally likes you Y/N, he told me himself.” You and your best friend were getting ready for Nick’s party tonight, dressing yourself up to the nines and having some pre-drinks. Right now your best friend was telling you about the conversation she had with Louis, encouraging you to make a move on him.

“Y/BF/N how can I be sure? I need to talk to him, I’m too shy to go up and just kiss him.” You laughed, putting on your classic little black dress and looking at yourself in the mirror. A definite improvement, hopefully one Louis would notice.

“Oh please, he said so himself. I dare you to just do it, whats the worse that could happen?” You thought about it for a moment, she had a point. Life was short, taking risks was something everyone had to do at one point. Your stomach somersaulted at the thought.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” 

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The music was pounding, empty cups were strewn across the lawn and there was a girl practically dry humping a guy on the porch. The stench of tequila and beer was overwhelming. 

“I’m so freaking excited!” Your best friend squealed and practically dragged you inside. The whole house was filled with every single senior at school, majority of them were way too drunk to function normally. 

“Now you go find Louis, I’m going dancing.” You laughed as your best friend flounced away. You glanced around the room, Louis was nowhere in sight. It left two main places, the kitchen or outside near the hot tub. Your guess was the latter. You manoeuvred around everyone, making your way outside. The backyard was in an even worse state than the front yard, it seemed like it had become the designated place for hook ups. Couples were everywhere and you were extremely uncomfortable. You scanned the area and felt your heart drop as you noticed one of the ‘couples’ in the hot tub was Louis and a random, gorgeous girl. So much for having a crush on you...

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Preference #11: Not Just Friends.

Harry: “Please, I’m on my knees and literally begging you.” You stifled laughter as Harry pleaded with you dramatically. For the past hour he had been trying to convince you to attend Liam’s ‘party of the year’ with him. You had to admit, he had gone to great lengths to persuade you, including buying your favourite ice-cream and promising to be your slave for a month. But, alas, you were being your usual stubborn self. 

“Dude, will you ever give up?” You laugh, tossing your hair over your shoulder and walking away from the kneeling Harry. The sound of footsteps followed behind you rapidly before you were roughly tossed over his shoulder. “Harry!” You let out a surprised squeal as you realised you were eye level with his butt, not that you were really complaining. The boy had a nice ass. 

“Sorry Y/N, you left me no choice.” He continued walking down the street leading to his house, with you squirming in his arms at an attempt to not flash random people. 

“Damnit Styles, you know I don’t do parties.” 

“I’m offended that you don’t want to be my date.” 

“Stop being so dram- wait.... did you say date?” Your jaw dropped open at Harry’s choice of words. You felt his shoulders stiffen before he gently lowered you to the ground. He scratched the back of his head with a small, nervous smile on his face. 

“Um.. yeah, I said date. I know it’s pretty random, but I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while... although not in this way...” He trailed off, looking at you sheepishly. You realised your jaw was still wide open and hurriedly closed it, a million thoughts rushing through your head. 

“I’d love to be your date Harry, although I’ll still hate you for dragging me to a party.”

Liam: “Karen, that meal was delicious! Thank you so much for having me.” You smiled up sweetly at Liam’s mother as she beamed down at you. Your best friend Liam had dragged you to another one of his family barbecues, it had been a tradition since you were both twelve years old. You had always felt perfectly comfortable with the Payne’s, it was as if they had become your second family. 

“No problem at all, sweetie. Would you mind going to get Liam and Grandma Payne?” You nod politely and stand up, heading down to the garden. Liam and his Grandmother had disappeared half an hour ago, most likely in the middle of a deep conversation. Grandma Payne had a habit of rambling and Liam was always too polite to try and end the conversation. 

“.... Y/N....” You stopped in your tracks as you heard your name being brought up. You peeked through a gap in the bushes and saw Liam and his Grandma talking seriously. As bad as it was to eavesdrop, you couldn’t help the feeling of curiosity that was taking over you. 

“I know Grandma, I know. I just can’t do it.” You leaned closer, brushing the leaves out of your way, edging as close to them as you could get without being seen.

“Liam, darling, you’ve liked the girl for years. It’s about time you tell Y/N how you feel.” With those words you felt the wind knocked out of your stomach. Liam... liked.. you? What the actual hell. 

Zayn: Butterflies flooded your stomach as you ran down the school hallways, searching for any sign of your best friend Zayn. Eyes followed you as you ran like a madman, looking at any place that Zayn might be. Of course, as per usual he was to be found in the quiet solitude of the library. 

“You will never believe what I just got.” You slammed the crumpled piece of paper you had found in your notebook, in front of your best friend. “A love letter, I have a secret admirer.” You slouched in the chair as Zayn curiously picked up the note and studied it slowly.

“Wow, this guy has a way with words.” He let out a deep chuckle, sliding the paper back to you and leaning back in his chair. You grabbed it and nodded enthusiastically. 

“I know, he sounds perfect. I just wish I knew who he was.” You sighed and looked wistfully around the near-empty library, as if your secret admirer was hiding behind the shelves. The serenity of the library was interrupted as Zayn’s phone vibrated against the desk. He looked at you apologetically. 

“Sorry Y/N, hold that thought.” He answered the phone call and walked outside. You sighed and studied the note, looking for any clue as to who wrote it. It was hopeless. 

“Fuck my life.” You grumbled, glancing over the table to see what Zayn was studying. His neatly written biology notes were everywhere, of course the boy was ahead of the class. You felt your heart flutter as you looked closer at his notes. The handwriting was identical to the love letter... completely the same...

Niall: “Okay, honest opinion. How does this look?” You twirled around the dressing room in your favourite store, feeling the black dress fan out around you. You had dragged your best friend Niall around to about twenty stores, in search of the perfect outfit for your date tonight. 

“For the tenth time Y/N, you’ll look good in whatever you wear.” He chuckled, clearly bored with the activity. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I need to impress, this is the first date I’ve been on in a while and I think Hunter could be boyfriend material.” Niall’s jaw locked and you noticed his fists clench slightly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This had become a constant reaction every time you mentioned Hunters name. “Niall, what’s up with you? Every time I mention Hunter, you go weird..” You trailed off, glancing down at him uncertainly. 

“It’s nothing Y/N, drop it.” He stood up abruptly and began to pace the room. This was a classic Niall move and it happened whenever he ached to tell you something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. You shrugged, knowing he would come around when he’s ready, and attempted to unzip the dress. Warm hands sent shivers down your spine as he suddenly brushed your bare back gently, slowly unzipping your dress.

“Niall...” You felt a blush spread to your cheeks. Although you and Niall always considered yourself best friends and no more, situations like this has been occurring lately and you couldn’t deny the tension between you two.

“Honestly Y/N, I’m jealous. Hunter isn’t good enough for you... he’s not me.” 

Louis: The anger was rumbling inside of you, look a gigantic thundercloud ready to explode at any moment. Your footsteps echoed around the corridor as you stormed down it, in search of your idiotic best friend. The news had spread quickly. Louis had supposedly punched Ryder, the school’s ‘bad boy’, which was known to be an instant death wish. Your fists clenched at your side and you took a deep breath as you reached the nurses office. Louis knew how much you were against violence but he was your best friend, so of course you would be by his side. You pushed open the door and saw him slumped in a chair, smiling sheepishly at you. 

“Outside now.” You folded your arms as Louis trailed outside, going to all measures to avoid eye contact. As soon as the door shut, you glared at him waiting for him to explain himself.

“It’s not my fault.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not your fault? From what I’ve heard, you punched him not the other way around!” You waved your arms in frustration, trying to keep your voice from becoming a scream. 

“Y/N the guy was talking shit, okay? He was disrespecting you, you know I couldn’t just let him do that.” Louis yelled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. Your fists automatically unclenched and you let out a deep sigh.

“Louis, sure the guy is a tool, but you can’t always protect me. I am a big girl. Why do you even care so much? You know Ryder does this about every girl.” You rolled your eyes, Ryder was known to be a jerk to girls so this came as no surprise to you. 

“Why do I care? Y/N, you’re my girl, okay? I like you, so much, I couldn’t listen to his bullshit for a second longer.” 

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Preference #10: Making Up

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Harry: Your mother had always said the best way to cure heartbreak is to not acknowledge it. So that’s what you had been doing. For the past week you had been doing the usual routine. Going to work, catching up with friends, posting stuff on social media and ignoring the phone calls and text messages Harry was constantly sending you. Of course you, being 100% stubborn, refused to respond to them. If he really wanted to fix things he could try and see you in person. Until then you were good at pretending that everything was normal. You had forced your best friend to take you somewhere fun, somewhere you could easily distract yourself from your thoughts. Retail therapy was the obvious answer, so currently you were wandering the mall for cute outfits.

“Y/N I’ve found the hottest dress ever, try it on.” Your best friend shoved you into a dressing room and handed you the silky white material. You didn’t have time to protest so you gave up and slid the dress on. It was beautiful and somehow managed to hug your curves and leave something to the imagination.

“Can you zip me up?” You walked out of the dressing room and angled yourself so your friend could zip the back up. You weren’t prepared for the masculine and familiar hands to graze your skin, causing you to shiver.

“You look beautiful.” You felt every part of your body freeze as you heard Harry’s deep voice. You had no idea the level of impact hearing his voice would have on you. You could practically feel your heart soar. His hands slid down your back and landed on your hips as he turned you around to face him. As soon as you saw his face the pain and humiliation all flooded back. So he thought you looked beautiful but he didn’t care enough to make love to you?

“What are you doing here Harry?” Your voice was monotone, uncaring even. Even if you were dying on the inside, your composure remained intact. You still had your dignity even if you didn’t have him.

“I was a jerk, I treated you horribly. I have no excuses I can give for why I acted like I did.” He cupped your face in his hands and pulled you closer, whispering in your ear “but I can tell you one thing.” Your heart was racing, as angry as you had been, being with Harry always felt amazing.

“I can take you back home, where you belong, and prove to you just how much I’ve missed you.” He leant down and placed a tender kiss right on the nape of your neck, your weak spot. As mad as you were, you knew you had the rest of your lives to sort out the problem. But right now, you were going to get what you had been waiting for.

Liam: “Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity fuck.” You muttered, pacing up and down the sidewalk outside Liam’s house. You had been staying with your best friend for a couple days ever since Liam had stood you up. However, you’d just realised that you had left your purse there, which had everything you needed on a daily basis. You took a few deep breaths. Surely it wasn’t going to be a big deal, maybe he wasn’t even home. You silently prayed that he wasn’t going to be home, you didn’t even know how you would react if he was. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand, you scurried down the footpath and opened the door with your key. You tiptoed into the foyer, making sure not to make any sounds. The last thing you needed was a confrontation. Your purse was on the nightstand in the main bedroom, meaning that if Liam was anywhere, it would be there. Closing the door gently behind you, you clambered up the stairs and snuck into the bedroom. You heard the shower going and cursed to yourself, the purse was so close but to get it you had to walk straight past the bathroom.

“Okay Y/N, you can do this.” You whispered, reassuring yourself. You lowered your body down to the floor and shuffled along the carpet in an army crawl. Your purse was nearly within reach now, if you just stretched your arm out...

“Y/N?” You jumped as Liam’s voice rung out behind you, causing the purse to slip off the nightstand, bringing down several other items with it.  Your cheeks burned as you scooped the purse up and turned to face a shirtless and dripping Liam. Your already tomato looking cheeks were probably a shade darker at this.

“I was just leaving.” You turned away, trying to muster up your last shred of dignity. The angry tears were stinging your eyes and you blinked rapidly, trying to stop them from falling.

“No, wait.” He grabbed your wrist gently, and pulled you towards him. You kept your eyes averted away from him, knowing that him being shirtless would give you heart palpitations. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’ve been a complete asshole and you didn’t deserve that. I’ve missed you so much-”, he was cut off as he saw a tear trail down your cheek. He tenderly lifted his thumb and wiped it away, looking at you with a pain-filled expression.

“It was our anniversary Liam, I don’t want to be over-dramatic but to me that means something.”

“I know baby, I know. I’m a jerk, a douchebag, an idiot and every other insult I can think of. You’re the most important thing in my life and I promise I won’t ever forget that again.” He hugged you, kissing the top of your forehead and pressing you against his shirtless body. It was too hard to resist and you knew he wouldn’t do it again. You melted into his arms and let all your anger fade away.

Zayn: The sadness had turned into anger about five minutes after he had slammed the door. Clingy? Wanting to spend time with your boyfriend wasn’t a fucking crime but apparently it seemed to win you award of the worst girlfriend ever. You could hardly wait until he got home so you could let loose and give him a piece of your mind. Even if that meant waiting up all night, you would do it. You sat on the sofa, trying to distract yourself with a movie. You had gone through two movies and a whole jug of coffee and it was only 2 in the morning.

“Clingy, god, I’m the least clingy girlfriend ever.” You angrily muttered to yourself, pausing the movie and going to fill up your mug again. A car door slam made you jump and you heard murmuring voices. Sighing you walked over to the door and opened it, seeing Louis and Harry supporting Zayn as he wandered drunkenly over to the house.

“Sorry Y/N, he seemed to be drinking a lot tonight and he said he needed to see you.” Harry smiled sheepishly as the intoxicated Zayn finally realised you were there.

“Babeeeeeeeeeee, I missed you.” His slurred words made it difficult to comprehend what he was saying. You’d never seen Zayn this drunk and you realised his eyes were bloodshot. You quickly ushered him inside and sat him down on the couch before walking back over to the other guys.

“Why are his eyes so red? Please don’t tell me he’s been smoking pot.” Harry and Louis quickly shook their head.

“He was crying at one point and muttering something, and then he asked for you. I have no clue what he did Y/N, but he seems pretty beat up about it.” You could feel an ongoing headache coming on but you thanked the boys and walked back over to Zayn. His black hair was dishevelled and his appearance was sloppy, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m s-s-sorry Y/N.” His brown eyes filled with tears again and you felt your heart clench. You had never seen Zayn cry before, and it was heartbreaking.

“I’m not clingy and it really hurt when you said I was...” You picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater and avoided eye contact.

“C-c-can we talk about this t-t-tomorrow? I l-l-love you-u-” He slurred, the same pained look on his face. You smiled slightly and nodded, forcing him to lay down as you covered him with a blanket. You could deal with the mess tomorrow, but it was obvious Zayn was sorry and you couldn’t help but forgive him.

Niall: He had left you seven voicemails, all of which you had deleted. You knew the media sometimes twisted things, but this was obvious and clear. Niall had a girlfriend, a fact he ‘forgotten’ to tell you. However, you were ready to confront him and tell him to leave you alone. The more he called and tried to get in contact with you, the more you were reminded of the pain. You pulled up outside his house, a stone-cold look plastered on your face. You weren’t going down without a fight. The door was unlocked and you walked straight in, not bothering to knock.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here, we need to ta-” Niall got up from the couch, a pleading look on his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“No, we don’t. I’ve come here to tell you to leave me alone.” You could physically feel your heart break all over again as the words left your mouth. Niall’s face fell, making you feel even worse, but you had to stand your ground.

“I can’t do that Y/N, you don’t under-” He began to speak but again you cut him off. You couldn’t handle the excuses he was going to throw at you.

“Understand? I understand perfectly well, you never cared about me. It’s fucking simple.” Your voice was steadily rising and you were getting angrier by the second. By the look on Niall’s face, he was as well.

“Let me speak for fuck’s sake. I’m. not. dating. that. girl.” He yelled, his teeth gritted. “And don’t fucking say I don’t care, because I do care. A lot.”

“Okay then prove it huh? If you care about me so much, then do something about it.” You asked, challenging him. He could say whatever he wanted, but words didn’t prove it, you needed evidence.

“Fine, I’ll prove it.” He yelled, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall. His lips connected with your collarbone and you let out a moan, running your hands through his shaggy hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands travelled to your thighs, gripping them tightly. He pressed his lips against yours and moved you to the kitchen counter, his lips never once leaving yours.

“I love you.” He moaned, his deep voice echoing in the kitchen. As he lifted your shirt over your head, his mouth travelled down your chest. This was the most passionate you guys had ever been, so you knew he meant every word.

“I love you too.”

Louis: You couldn’t help but curl up in your bed and refuse to move after you had that fight with Louis. You guys hardly every fought, you were the ‘perfect’ couple. Recently, when your best guy friend had come to visit, Louis had become insanely jealous and possessive. You sighed and cuddled into your pillow. Part of you knew he couldn’t help it, I mean god know’s how many times you had been jealous of the girls he hangs with. The rest of you was just upset, it was almost like he had zero trust in you, and that hurt. Your phone buzzed and you glanced at it. It was your best friend, the cause of all your problems right now.

Y/N, come to the balcony. - Y/BFF/N

You groaned as you left the comfort and reassurance of your warm and cosy bed. As you walked onto the balcony you felt the cold air engulf you.

“This better be worth it.” You muttered as you shuffled over to the edge of the balcony and looked around. Down below you saw a dark figure, in his hand a bouquet of roses in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” A sheepish voice muttered as Louis stepped out of the darkness. He was dressed in a black suit, extremely stylish considering you were dressed in your PJ’s. The bright red roses shone and you smiled to yourself, of course Louis remembered your favourite. But you weren’t going to give in that easily.

“For what exactly?” You crossed your arms, fighting the smile working it’s way onto your face. You had already forgiven Louis as soon as you saw him, but you wanted to make him squirm.

“For being a jealous boyfriend. I do trust you, completely, but I just felt insecure and stupid and I’m sorry.” He trailed off, extending his arms and lifting the flowers up to you.  

“I forgive you Tomlinson, now come up here and hug me because I’m freezing.” You laughed as Louis climbed up onto the balcony with ease, and wrapped his arms around you. His arms had never felt so good.

SEND REQUESTS!

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Part two of storming out please

It’ll be up soon! It’s called making up x

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Part two to storming out?

On it’s way, it’ll be called making up, x

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Is part 2 of storming out still happening? Just wondering cuz I loooved the first part!

It is, it’ll be called making up and it will be up within the next couple of days ! x

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Not trying to push, jw when part two will be? :)

Sorry about the wait! I’ve had a tonne of homework. It’ll be up within the next couple of days. x 

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Can you do a part 2 of storming out?

Definetely! x