Zayn: Zayn was constantly a target for cheating rumors, and you trusted him, so it didn’t really phase you when you happened upon another one, until you saw the picture. You wanted to believe it was fake, but there was no way that could’ve been photoshopped. Zayn opened the door only a few moments later. “Hey love, I’m back, I-” He stopped in his tracks when he saw you staring at your screen with tears in your eyes. He quickly moved to wrap his arms around you, but you shook him off, shoving your laptop towards him instead. “Tell me it’s fake.” You demanded. You saw him tense at the sight of the image. “(Y/N)…” “Tell me.” “I can’t.” He whispered, hanging his head. You shook your head at him, before running up the stairs. He was following close behind you, begging for forgiveness the entire way to your room. “(Y/N), I’m sorry! Please.” You spun around on your heels. “HOW COULD YOU?!” You shoved him “I TRUSTED YOU! THROUGH ALL THE RUMORS I STUCK WITH YOU!” He grabbed your arms, making you look at him, tears now soaking his cheeks. “Please, it didn’t mean-” “Don’t. Touch. Me.” You grabbed your suitcase and he helplessly watched you pack your things. Just as you were walking out the door, you turned to face him. “How long?” He hesitated. “2 months.” He mumbled, not even daring to make eye contact.
Liam: Liam’s phone kept going off with texts, but Liam was in the shower. You knew you probably shouldn’t, but your curiosity got the best of you, and looked to his screen. ‘I miss you xx' 'are you coming over tomorrow?' 'babeee <3' 'oh, and have you broken up with her yet?' You felt your eyes sting with tears. Liam was cheating on you? He walked out of the bathroom, and a worried expression immediately crossed his face. “Babe, what's wrong?” He asked. “Are you cheating on me?” You whispered. His face fell, and he seemed at a loss for words. “You are, aren't you?” He just looked to the floor. You dropped your face to your hands, sobbing uncontrollably. He took a step closer to the bed, but stopped, just looking at you and blinking back tears of his own. You stood up in front of him. “I'm an idiot.” You cried. “I actually thought you were different. I actually thought I was in love with you.”
Louis: You threw the pictures down on the table in front of him. “What the hell is this?” You interrogated. He just stared at the pictures of Eleanor leaving your house, and the magazine cover that read ‘Louis Tomlinson caught cheating?’. His eyes flickered between you and the table. “I don’t know.” He muttered. “You don’t know?” “No, I mean, I know, but, it was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything.” He said rushedly, fumbling with his words. “OH FUCK YOU LOUIS! You expect me to believe that you cheating on me with a girl you were in a relationship with for years meant nothing?” He stood up, attempting to close the gap between you two. “(Y/N)…” He tried putting his arms around your waist, but you just pushed him away. “Don’t you dare.” You snapped, quickly making your way out the door.
Niall: Niall had gone out with the boys, and you had decided not to go. “Are you sure?” Zayn had asked. “Yeah, but if I change my mind I’ll call you, okay?” You said, knowing Niall would probably be too drunk to answer your call, and Zayn was your best friend in the band anyways.
You had grown increasingly bored, and you really hadn’t wanted to go clubbing, but, at this point, why not? You called Zayn, and let him know you were on your way. You wore your favorite black bodycon dress, and you drove off to meet the boys at the nightclub. When you got there, you immediately found 4 out of 5 of the boys, who became fidgety when they saw you. “Is something wrong?” You asked when you got closer. Zayn and Louis turned you around. “You should probably go back home.” Louis said. “What? Why?” Him and Zayn shared a worried look. “I’ll explain later, okay? Just please go home?” Zayn begged. You started turning back around. “Zayn, I’m not going unless you tell me wha-” You froze. Niall was in a booth, straddling a bottle blonde that was straddling his hips. You felt tears begin to stream down your cheeks. “(Y/N),” Louis started. “No. And tell Niall I never want to see him again.” You cried, running out of the club, with mascara staining under your eyes.
Harry: “Does she know?” You heard Louis ask. They were both in the kitchen, and you decided to wait before walking in. “No, and I don’t plan on telling her.” Tell who, what? “Harry, you have to tell her the truth.” “She’ll never trust me again, Louis. What happened with Cara was a mistake, and what (Y/N) doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” “Excuse me?" You demanded, making your presence known. "(Y/N)! I- we- how much did you hear?" Harry stuttered. "Does it matter? Harry, you cheated on me!” You screamed. “I’m so sorry, I just, I don’t even know why I did it, I just did.” “You just ‘did’? Oh, what a great excuse Harry!” You scoffed. “This is why I didn’t tell you! I didn’t want you to get hurt.” “You didn’t want me to get HURT?” You began to step towards him, but Louis held you back. “(Y/N), let’s just go, okay?” Louis said to you while glaring at Harry. “I’ll get my things later.” You spat, and Harry’s eyes widened with fear. Fear that you were serious. Fear that you would never come back.
