One Direction Preferences

66. It's Over

Harry: The screams had been echoing through the house all week. Tension was built up for the past month and tonight all hell broke loose. His loud shouts rang through your ears and you were soon packing a bag and trying to get out as fast as you could. He stopped you though, wondering where you could be going in the middle of the fight. “It’s over Harry! I’m done!” You yelled, storming out of the house. He chased you down the pavement to your car. “No! Wait! Y/N!" He yelled after you. Tears run down your cheeks as the night comes out of a blur. You were leaving him. You are leaving him. There’s nothing he can do to fix it and there’s nothing you can do either. So you ignore his calls for you, and head home. The calls soon fading.

Liam: And he’s trying to convince you to stay one more night. Just one more night, but you know that’s not true. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders, it’s all very convincing. “No Liam! Not again. It’s over.” And then there’s silence. That’s all he’s left with is silence. He slams doors, throws dishes, and punches holes in the walls. He goes to the bar and drinks, he goes and finds girls. All because those 2 words echo through his mind. “It’s over.” Months go by and your not back like he originally thought. He thought you would give in to his helpless phone calls and drunk texts at 3 am. He finds himself feeling the darkness overtake him. Realization hits him one night while he’s in bed with another girl, another blur. You aren’t coming back. He’s stuck with darkness.

Louis:  “It’s over.” He whispers. The day was beautiful, not what you would expect for a day that your world would come crashing down. He’s not happy. You’re not happy. He’s always gone and you’re busy when he’s not. He wanted it to work. You tried so hard to make it work but you both knew you were drowning, but not in love this time. He looks down at his shoes and turns away from you and soon disappears. Out of sight, and out of your life.  And beautiful days haunt you now. Beautiful days much like today. You find yourself dreading going outside. The bright sun, blue sky, and puffy white clouds creep into your worst nightmares. The nightmares that seem to have come true. You seem him with other girls. You see him happy with other girls.

Niall: Then there’s silence. You went from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds. “It’s over!”  He slurred as he threw a beer bottle on the ground and stormed out of the house. The door slammed and all you were left with was silence, a broken and empty beer bottle, and a broken and empty feeling. You feel your body begin to exhaust from the current sobbing. You climb the stairs and hope that he comes back. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because you both knew it was coming. He had a drinking problem that drove you crazy. He slurred every ‘I love you’. He slurred all that he did. He saw how it tore you apart but he couldn’t stop himself. The temptation of the drink was too much for him to quit. He wasn’t fixable.

Zayn:  You stare at your usually happy and smiling boyfriend sitting across from you. His eyes are filled with tears and he shakes his head. “I’m sorry Zayn. I just can’t do this anymore. It’s over. “You whisper. You sit in your spot for another minute for getting up. “You should go.” You sigh. Then he’s up and walking past you and out the door. You close the door slowly and watch him walk down the path and climb in his car. That’s the last time you see him. And that’s the first time you feel the numbness. The numbness that hides your regret and sorrow. Regret that you made him leave. You didn’t trust yourself. The sorrow that he hasn’t come back. He hasn’t come to check on you. He hasn’t called or shown intrest. The numbness that won’t ever leave.