Your POV

I woke up with a massive headache. I looked at my surroundings. I was not in my bedroom. Ugh. I got up and opened the door. I was still at Zayn’s. I couldn’t hear anything so I walked downstairs. Wow…….all the boys were passed out on the floor. I let out a little laugh. Must of had a good time. I walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. I grabbed some cereal and closed it. And then I turned back around to have Harry standing there all sleepy eyed. “Hey (Y/N)….” He sounded like a little 10 year old waking up from a long nap. “Did you have a good time last night Haz?” He took a seat at the counter. “Yeahh, too much. What about you?” I thought about it. I really didn’t remember much. “Well seeing as I drank a lot and spent the night I guess I had a good time aha. But I don’t remember much.”“Sooooo……you don’t remember Lou showing up and putting you to bed?” What the hell? He showed?? “No……” “Yeahh he was here. Said he came to take to you.” He did? I don’t remember talking to him. “Well I don’t remember talking to him.”“That’s because you didn’t. You were too drunk so he said he wanted to talk to you when you’re sober.” “Hmm, I wonder why.” Just then the rest of the boys all walked in. Niall was definitely still drunk. “(Y/N)…..thank you for a great night babe.” “Anytime Ni.” “You girl, are a great wingman to have.” So I guess I was with him the whole night aha. “Well thank you guys for last night really.”“Anything for you (Y/N).” Liam said. “But (Y/N), I think you should call Lou.” I looked at Harry, he was serious. “What’ll that change Harry?” “It’ll give you guys both closure. You never know babe, this talk may help both of you. Because you would not shut up last night about him.” I did? Shit. He was right. “Fine. I’ll wait until I go home though.” 

I got home and showered to feel better. I needed to relax before I called Lou. I just stared at my phone forever, contemplating calling him. So when it started ring, it scared the crap out of me. I looked at the caller id to see that it was Louis. I took a deep breath and then answered it. “Hello.” “(Y/N)?” “Yess.” There was a short pause and then he continued. “Listen um, I don’t know if you remember anything from last night, but I was there…” “That’s what Harry said.” “Yeahh I um, I wanted to talk to you, but you were really drunk. So I knew you wouldn’t remember me talking to you.” “Okay…..” I really didn’t know what to say to him. “So I was wondering if I could come over to talk..” I thought about it. I guess I did need closure from him, so I needed to talk to him. “Sure Lou.” “Ok, I’ll be there in 10.”“K.” I hung up and just sat there. I had on sweats and a tank top, I looked down at my outfit and thought about changing, but screw it. I didn’t need to please anyone. 

10 minutes later I heard my doorbell ring. I opened it and saw Louis. His clothes were all wrinkled and his hair messed up. Wow…I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. “Um, come in.” He smiled and then walked in. I gestured towards the couch and he went and sat down. I sat in the chair across from him. “Ok so I’m just gonna get to the point. (Y/N) I apologize for what I said to you. I guess everything was just getting to me and I took it out on you…and I deeply regret that. And I thought I wanted someone who has style, who cares what others say, who gets ready all the time, but turns out I don’t. When I was with Eleanor all I did was think about how you didn’t do this or that or you did this better or how much I missed you. Basically what I’m trying to say is I don’t want anyone else but you. I don’t care anymore what others think, I don’t care that you like to wear sweats and be comfortable, I’ll do that with you, but I just want us to go back to the way we were. You don’t know how unhappy I’ve been since you left. And after seeing you last night, the way you talked about yourself, I couldn’t help but feel horrible because this is all my fault. I let you believe something that wasn’t even true. I love you the way you are and don’t ever change that (Y/N)…I know I’m talking a lot but I just need to get everything out. I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me, but last night when you did, I knew I had to come back so you’d hear me clearly………Say something…” The whole time he’d been talking, I was just listening and taking everything in. He was saying a lot and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Louis Tomlinson was sitting here saying he didn’t care about what others thought of me anymore and that he wants me back. But did I believe it? How did I know he wouldn’t just snap again? “How do I know this is real Lou?” is all I could get out. Sadness filled his eyes when I said that. I guess that offended him, but I needed to know for me. “I know there are no words to say how sorry I am, but you just have to believe me when I say I love you for who you are. And I’m nothing without you (Y/N) and I’m not trying to sound cocky, but you know this is taking a lot for me to admit. I just miss us, I miss being happy, I miss having someone there for me. I need you back in my life…..” He was right, Lou didn’t break down often and admit to his mistakes. I loved this boy and I knew I wouldn’t be able to move on in life without him. Love always overpowers everything else, so I knew I needed him back also. “Okay Lou..” His face lit up. “So you’ll have me back??” “Yes babe.” He got up and hugged me. “Ugh, thank you so much (Y/N). I swear I’ll make this up to you babe. I love you so much.” All I could do was hold onto him tighter. “I love you too Lou.” 

Lou’s POV

In the 2 months that I’ve been away from (Y/N), I wish I could say I felt better, but I can’t. Yes I found Eleanor and yes she is beautiful and nice, but she wasn’t (Y/N). Eleanor made me question getting with her sometimes. I thought when I told (Y/N) I wanted to start dressing up again that I really needed that, but turns out I don’t. Now Eleanor takes forever to get ready just to go to breakfast with me. I mean she doesn’t have to do her hair for each time of the day. It was getting me mad. Sometimes I missed (Y/N) because she’d be ready to go when I said let’s go. But not with Eleanor. I liked her, but I just couldn’t do this anymore. I missed (Y/N) and I regretted what I said to her. I kept keeping track of her, seeing how she was doing, without her knowing. And I think she just felt like shit like I did. She still dressed the same, but you know what? I didn’t care anymore. Fans had been giving her hate over it and they all loved Eleanor, but it was what made mehappy right? Not the fans. I needed to get her back. Her birthday was coming up and I knew the boys were gonna have her over. They didn’t know I knew, but I overheard them planning it. I needed to be there to let her know how much I love her and miss her. I just hope she accepted me.

Your POV

It’s my birthday. I looked in my mirror as I got ready. This would be the first time in months that I’d be dressing up. It kind of felt good to be wearing jeans and a nice shirt, still wasn’t classy, but classy wasn’t me. I put on light make up and grabbed a coat, heading to Zayn’s house. I told them I didn’t want anything big, I don’t like being surrounded by a bunch of people, so I hope they listened. I couldn’t help but wish Louis was going to be there so I could at least see him and let him know I’m happy for him, but I don’t think that’ll happen.

I arrived and could a bunch of cars parked out front. Ugh, I didn’t even want to go in, but they did all this for me, so I owed it to them. I walked in the door and was instantly hit with claustrophobia. There were so many people here. Did I even know all these people? But as I walked in further, I noticed these were all my friends, some I hadn’t seen in a while, but glad they were here. I looked for the boys and found them in the kitchen. “Hey (Y/N)!! Happy Birthday!!” Niall said drunk already. I always got a kick out of seeing him drunk, it was funny. “Thanks Ni.” “Well babe, are you ready to get drunk??” Liam asking me that?? I was shocked. Me and him were usually the sober ones. “Only if you do too.” He just smiled at me and poured a shot. Then another one. And handed one to me. “Bottoms up babe.” He threw it back and drank it and looked at me. I did the same and had to admit, it felt good doing this. “Let’s do this boys.” Sounded lame I know, but I was ready to just let go.

Lou’s POV

I pulled up to Zayn’s flat and could see lots of cars and flashing lights inside. I found (Y/N)’s car and knew she was here. I pulled up my hood and walked up to the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. Ugh, disgusting. There were so many people dancing that I couldn’t walk through. But I slowly made my way over to the living room and sat on the couch. I kept my hood up, not wanting anyone to see me. I was sitting there when I saw Niall and (Y/N) come stumbling in from outside. They were both wasted. Since when did (Y/N) do this? They were holding eachother up and laughing hysterically. What the hell? They moved right next to me and I could hear their conversation. “Niall, I love you!” “I love you too babe! Happy birthday!!” And they downed another drink. “You’re not like Louis. You’d never hurt me right?” “Promise (Y/N). Now drink up and forget about him!” They laughed again and drank. I was kind of hurt by that, but it was the truth. I got up and made my way out to the balcony. I finally let my hood down and just stood there looking at the floor. How am I suppose to talk to her when she’s shitfaced. 

After about 20 minutes I decided to just leave. But as I turned around to walk back in, (Y/N) came stumbling out, almost falling, so I caught her. Her eyes were squinted and she had a smile on her face. “Thhankk youu…” It came out slurred and I couldn’t help but feel bad. She seemed to straighten up and look at me then. “Louis?? You’re here??” All I could do was stare at her. I didn’t want to leave her like this by herself. “Well, Happy Birthday to me right?” She raised her glass and took another sip. “Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” I took the drink and sat her down. “Funny….you’re taking care of me…..when usually it was the other way around….” “Yeahh I guess.” “Hey Louis, can I tell you something?” Wow she must be really drunk if she’s talking to me like nothing happened. “What?” “I think your new girlfriend is very pretty. Way better than me……..and dresses better……but you know what?……I’m happy for you Lou…..just dandy.” She tried to grab her drink back but I didn’t let her. I was just stunned by what she just said. I didn’t like that she was comparing herself to Eleanor. She didn’t need to do that. And she was happy? Like hell she is, she’s just drunk. “She’s not my girlfriend anymore.” She got a confused look on her face, but then ended up laughing. “Well then…………drink up Lou! Join the party.” Again she tried to grab her drink but I still held back.“(Y/N) we need to talk.” “What? About what?” “You know about what. But not when you’re drunk.” I helped her get up and walked her into one of the rooms. As soon as she hit the pillow, she knocked out. Jeez, drink much? I walked out and locked the door behind me. As I turned around, I came face to face with Harry. “Hi Louis. Watcha doin?” “I um, was just putting (Y/N) to bed.” “Hmm, and wat are you doing here?” “I came to talk to her, but I guess I’ll come back tomorrow.” And with that I walked out.

I went home and just told myself I’d go back when she was sober. I needed her to remember what I say and believe me. I needed to prove to her I wanted her back and that I was sorry.

Your POV

I’ve never been the type to have style. I never cared about it nor did I think about it. But dating Louis Tomlinson, I had to try and keep up with him and dress nice. But sometimes I just wanted to be in sweats and be myself. Wearing skirts and dresses just wasn’t me. I hated them. But his fans would get onto him when I’d wear sweats or my favorite yoga pants. He’d say it didn’t mean anything to him, but I knew deep down it bothered him a little. He was sassy, but when it came to style, he had his opinions. I’d take him shopping with me so he could pick out my outfits and shit. I did all this to make him happy, but after 3 years of doing this, I think it’s finally time to do me. This year I did not care what the fans thought of me. I went out in my sweats, hair thrown up, and sunglasses with no makeup. It was times like this I felt like my old self. And I loved it. Even when I was out with Lou I’d just wear some jeans and a shirt. He never said anything so I didn’t think it bothered him.

One day I went out in my favorite yoga pants and a work out shirt. Now, my pants were black but hella faded and my shirt was old and bleached. I was going for a work out so I didn’t think nothing about it. But for some reason, paps and fans were all outside my house waiting for me to leave. In recent days they’d found out where I lived and had started doing this. Lou told me just to smile and walk past them so I never paid much attention to them. But as soon as they saw me in the outfit, I immediately got so many twitter mentions.

When I got home from the gym I pulled out my phone to look at them. ‘She’s making him look terrible.’ ‘She’s dating someone who has style and she dresses like this?’ and last but not least ‘Louis can do better.’ Sure these words hurt, but Louis hadn’t said anything so why would I care. And last I checked, I didn’t get all dressed up just to go work out. But no sooner had I turned off my phone there was a knock on my door. I was all sweaty and disgusted but I still went to get it. There stood Louis and he did not look happy. “Lou?” He was suppose to be in the studio today so why was he here? “Can I come in?” “Yeah…” He just walked past me and stood in the kitchen. “What did you go do today?” I pointed to my outfit sarcastically. “I went to work out Lou.” “(Y/N), do you know how many freakin people have said things to me about this outfit?” I was taken back by that. “And? Your point?? I don’t care.” “I’m Louis fuckin Tomlinson! You can’t go out like that! God you’re such an embarrassment sometimes.” Gone was my sarcasticness, now I was seeing red. “Embarrassment? Last time I checked you didn’t need to fuckin dress up to go to the gym! And since you’re such a big shot and worried about what others have been saying then leave me!” His face sort of fell but he kept going. “Babe, that’s not what I want. I just need you to start dressing good again.” Really? This is what he wants? “Hmm…Babe…How bout no? I don’t care what others think and I’ve been dressing like someone I’m not for the past 2 years for your stupid fame. So you know what? Go find someone else who has style because I’m done trying to please you and your fans. Get out Louis.” “(Y/N) c’mon, think about what you’re saying.” “Yeahh, I’ve thought long and hard Lou. I’m not happy with this so get the hell out. If I embarrass you then I’m sure you’ll be happier without me.” “What? No (Y/N)…” “Get!”

Lou’s POV

I just stood there and stared at her. All I came here to do was ask her to stop dressing like that and she turned it into breaking up? Was it really that bad I said that to her? But the look in eyes told me she was serious about this. There was also a hurt look in there, I hurt her. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why I let this shit get to my head, but it did and I couldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t look at me…..I tried to grab her arm but she backed away. Fine, I guess I’m leaving then. I walked out her door and slammed it. As I drove home I thought about what had just happened. We were done….officially done…screw her. I didn’t need this. Since she thinks I can find someone else, I will then.

Your POV

It’s been 2 months since Lou and I broke up. He never called me or anything. Not even to say sorry. But whatever, I was stronger than that. I didn’t need his apology. But it still hurt deep down. But since he left, I’ve been dressing shittier and shittier. I really didn’t care. When fans saw me on the street they’d yell nasty things at me but I’d put in my headphones and ignore it. I got to a cafe one day and saw Lou and some other girl front page. I picked it up and looked at her. Her hair was curled, her makeup done, and she was wearing a designer dress. Hmm, I guess he did find someone else. I looked at him and he was smiling. He looked happy, so why did I feel sadness when I looked at him. I guess deep down I really missed him. I put the magazine and walked back to my place. It was my birthday in 3 days and the boys had kept sending me things throughout the week. It was sweet of them. They still talked to me after what had happened, and when they’d take me out, they didn’t care what I was wearing. They’d wear sweats with me. They made me feel happy and forget about Lou for a while. But he’d always come back to my mind. On my birthday they were going to be throwing me a little birthday party. I didn’t want to go because of Lou, but they assured me he wouldn’t be there. I trusted them, so I just hoped I wouldn’t see him..

Your POV

I arrived at (Y/F/N)’s house and she saw how mad I was. “What happened?” I just sat down on the couch and let out a huge sigh. “Zayn came home drunk and basically told me I should wear more makeup to cover up my acne…” Her face paled. “What?! How dare he!” “I know, I know. I’m just trying to gather it all in my head. I mean he was drunk, so it has to be the truth right?” She sat down next to me and held my hands. “(Y/N), I know everyone says that the truth comes out when you’re drunk, but don’t you think maybe you should talk to Zayn first before you believe that?” “Yeah but, I don’t know. I don’t think I can see him right now. Plus….I kinda already announced we weren’t together on twitter.” “(Y/N)!” “What?! I was mad..” “Just ignore it and we’ll figure it all out in the morning.” I nodded and headed off to bed. I layed there though, wide awake, just thinking about it. My acne was the one thing that held me back from certain things. Every time I was out with Zayn I tried to do my best to cover it up because I knew paps and fans would start talking about it. And it hurt to hear what they had to say. When I would stare at myself in the mirror, Zayn would come behind me and cover my eyes. ‘(Y/N), don’t stand here and look at what you don’t like. Instead, stand here and look at how beautiful you really are..’ He uncovered my eyes and turned me around. ‘I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself babe. Wear less makeup. Show the world who you really are, I don’t care how you look, just as long as I can make you feel beautiful in my own way. And believe me when I say, I love you just how you are.’ I cried that night and he held me. I never had anyone tell me that and he just had. That’s when I knew I completely loved Zayn. And ever since then, I’d worn less makeup. But that’s also when fans got harsher. Zayn knew about hate, and he stood up for me. But after all this, I don’t know what to believe anymore. I wanted to talk to him, but I was afraid it’d be true….

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. I looked at it and it was Zayn. I just put it back down and ignored it. But then it started ringing again. I gave up and answered it without looking at the id. “What?” “Um,…(Y/N)?” Oh..this wasn’t Zayn. “Yes Harry.” “Hey, I just um…I know it’s none of my business but what happened babe?” “What are you talking about?” “Between you and Zayn love. Twitter…” Aw shit, I forgot about that. “Oh yeahh, that. Um, Zayn said some things last night..” “But what did he say? I talked to him but he says he doesn’t remember..” Sure he would say that. But I decided to tell Harry. “He told me I should wear more makeup to cover up my acne to make me look better. Basically agreeing with his fans.” Harry paused for a moment. I thought he had hung up but then he spoke again. “(Y/N), you know Zayn doesn’t mean that.” “He was drunk Harry, I’m sure he meant it.” “Look, let me talk to him and we’ll figure this out. But (Y/N), you know you’re beautiful just the way you are. Don’t let this affect your guys’ relationship.” “Thanks Harry.” “Ok, I’ll call you later.” I hung up with him and just sat there. Harry telling me I’m beautiful didn’t make me feel better. But I knew I had to talk to Zayn sooner or later.

Zayn’s POV

Harry called me right back and told me what I had supposedly said. “And she thinks I mean that??” I was crushed and mad. I know I was drunk but I did not mean that. But I knew (Y/N), she was one of those people who believed the truth came out when drunk. I needed to see her. “Where is she??” “Um, I’m not sure. But I mean she only knows one other person here Zayn. Her friend (Y/F/N). Go to her house and see.” “Alright thanks mate.” I hung up and quickly threw on some sweats and a shirt. I needed to hurry up and talk to her. I really couldn’t remember anything from last night but from what Harry says, I know what I said was harsh. (Y/N) struggled with that insecurity. But there was no way I meant what I said. I loved her just like that, I didn’t care about some damn acne. 

I sped to her friend’s house and ran up to the door. I knocked really hard and continued to until (Y/F/N) answered the door. 

Your POV

I was just getting out of the shower and I could hear someone knocking on the door. I went out into the hall to see who it was. I could see (Y/F/N) open the door and start talking to someone. I couldn’t hear her nor could I see who it was. “Who is it (Y/F/N)?” Just then Zayn pushed in through the door. My eyes widen and I just stood there. “(Y/N), babe c’mon. You know I didn’t mean that. You know me, you know I don’t care about that. Just please talk to me about this.” I looked at (Y/F/N) and she just nodded her head. She was agreeing with him. I finally gave in and motioned for him to come up to my room. Once he was there I closed the door and sat on the bed. He rushed over and kneeled in front of me. “Babe, I’m sorry about last night. But I was drunk. I know that’s a stupid excuse, but I would never say that and mean that to you. I don’t know how many times I’ve expressed to you that I love you the way you are. I know it must’ve hurt hearing that, but I regret it, so much.” I sat and just looked at him. He looked like he was about to cry. “Do you really mean this Zayn? Do you really not care about my acne?” “Hell no! Please get it through your head babe that I don’t care what you say, what fans say, I love your skin. I don’t care if you wear makeup or not. That’s your choice, not mine. I accept you no matter what. I love you babe.” I wanted to cry. But I held it in because he was making me happy right now. “I love you too Zayn.” “Ugh thank god. I thought you really meant it when you told me to fuck off.” I laughed at that. He knew I had a short temper. “Yeahh sorry about that, I just got ahead of myself.” “I know babe, but I still love you.” He kissed my forehead and sat besides me. “Now will you please come back to my house?” “Absolutely.” “Good. And take that shit off of twitter now.” “I will Zayn, don’t worry.” “Can’t have people thinking we’re not together. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” I smiled at that. He truly did love me, I just let things get to me easily. I knew I needed to work on that, but I also knew I had Zayn there to help me with that.

Your POV
I’m just a regular teenager. I go to college, I have a job, I have flaws and I’m still growing up. But I’m also dating Zayn Malik. So take all my stress and add that to it. His fans never really liked me because I don’t spend enough time with him, but I have a life too and Zayn understands that. So whenever we see each other, we cherish it. There were some fans that liked me and they’d always send me love tweets, it was sweet, but not enough to overpower the hate. Like a normal teen, I also had acne. I hated it and I just couldn’t get rid of it. Fans always pointed it out to me and it hurt. When I first met Zayn, I put a ton of makeup on to cover it up and then he saw me one time without it on. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry. But he looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t care, that it was a part of growing up. And he was right. I’m just a normal person. Why can’t others see that as well?
But other than that, I loved being with him. He makes me stress-free and just enjoys his life, I couldn’t ask for more. But I knew before getting with Zayn that he sometimes had a temper. I’d seen when people called him bad names and he would just take it hard and lose it. I was there for him though. He never lashed out at me and I had hoped he never would. But never say never, because today was the day he did.
Zayn came home in a pissy mood. I had seen the things on twitter that people were saying so I needed to be there for him.  “I can’t catch a fuckin break anymore! What more do these people want?!” “Zayn you can’t please everyone babe, just don’t let it get to you. C’mon, you know better than this.” “You’re right babe. I just need a drink.” I sat back and watched him. One drink turned into 8. He was drunk already. He was lightweight so he couldn’t hold much. And when he was drunk he would just say a bunch of nonsense. I walked over to him because he was trying to get to the room but kept falling into the wall. I put his arm around my neck and helped him to the bed. When I finally got him there I layed him down and started to take off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his boxers. He was slurring words but I wasn’t really paying attention to him. “(Y/N)…….you know…you get a lot of hate too.” “Yes Zayn.” “But…..why?” “Ask your fans.” He took a moment to take that in. “I mean sure you have a lot of acne……….and you could wear more makeup to cover it……it doesn’t hurt (Y/N), you’d look……better.” And with that he passed out. I just stood there, teary eyed, looking at him. Did he really just agree with his fans?? Everyone knows that the truth comes out when you’re drunk. Is this how Zayn really felt? I’m sorry I don’t pack on my makeup like his last fuckin girlfriend. 
I was so mad now. I threw his clothes on the floor and grabbed my purse. I didn’t want to be here when he woke up. And I knew he’d say he doesn’t remember anything. So I left him a little note.
Zayn,
Since you think I should wear makeup to cover up something I can’t control…..go fuck yourself.
xx.
I smiled as I wrote it and left it on his night stand. As I was walking to my car, I tweeted to the fans. ‘You guys got what you wanted. He agrees with you. Feel free to have him.’ I turned off my phone and drove to my friend’s house. She knew how I felt about my acne and my insecurities. How dare Zayn say that about me. I was hurt but I was more so mad. I believed him when he said I was fine. But I didn’t need him to make me feel good about myself. He can just find someone else. 

Zayn’s POV
I woke up with a massive headache. Shit, I must’ve drank a lot than I meant to. I reached over and patted the other side of the bed expecting to find (Y/N) but it was empty. I opened my eyes and saw the room was empty. I looked to the nightstand to look at the clock but instead there was a note with my name on it. I sat up and read it……what the fuck? What happened? Why would she be saying that to me. Just then my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller id and it was Harry.“Hello..” “Zayn what’d you do man? What’s wrong with (Y/N)?” “What are you talking about?” “Look on twitter man.” I opened up my laptop and saw a bunch of tweets directed to me about breaking (Y/N)’s heart. There was a ton, but most of them talked about me calling her ugly, that she needed to cover up her acne. What? I clicked on her page and saw her most recent tweet. ‘Feel free to have him.’ Did we break up? I looked at the note again. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ I guess we did. “Harry, I don’t know what happened.” “Let me call around and I’ll find out, just try calling her man. It seems like it was something big.” “K thanks.”

We hung up and I just stared at the computer. Did I really say this? I hope not, because that would be the stupidest thing ever. I tried calling her but her phone went straight to voicemail. Ugh. She needs to pick up.

Your POV
After Harry left I was a mess. I was crying, angry, sad, and then relieved at the same time. I did not know what to do with myself. It was like I was on a rollercoaster. It took me about 6 hours before I actually realized what had happened…..Harry and I broke up…..over me being on my period?? Wtf. But if it had really affected him he would’ve came back and talked to me. Then again, I’d just be yelling at him the whole time. But I still couldn’t get over what he had said. Why would he second guess being with me? He must’ve thought about this before then. That hurt….
For the next 3 days, I layed in bed, crying, eating, crying, eating. It was horrible. I was heartbroken and didn’t know how to handle myself. I wanted him back, I missed him. But I didn’t want to be the one to go running back to him. I wanted him to think I didn’t need him…..but deep down I know I did. No matter what he says, I still love him. I guess I just needed to learn to be nicer while on my monthly. Ugh…I didn’t want to call him but…
Just then I heard a knock on my door. When I didn’t get up to answer it I heard more knocking, this time with yelling. “(Y/N)! I know you’re in there!” It was Harry. Should I get up? I guess I should. I dragged myself from bed and went to answer the door. I opened it without even looking at myself in the mirror, so the reaction on Harry’s face showed just how horrible I looked. “Jeez, what’d you do, lay in bed for the past few days?” I just looked at him and turned around. He followed me back into my bedroom. I got back in and under the covers. “Well, I can see you’ve been enjoying yourself.” He picked up one of the many ice cream cartons and threw it in the trash. Then as he went to sit on the bed, he shoved all my tissues aside to make room. “I guess you can say that. What do you want Harry?” This time he looked at me seriously. “We need to talk.” “Sure you wanna do that?” “Yes, because I need to explain things to you.” “Ok fine. This better be good.” I sat there and waited for him to begin. He took a deep breath and began, “(Y/N) I’m sorry for what I said. I know now I shouldn’t of said that because after I left I was hurt also. I mean you broke up with me and I didn’t know how to react. It was just surprising over something like this. But now looking back, I understand why you did it. You deserve to be treated like a princess while you’re going through this. I guess I just need to get on schedule with you and be prepared. And (Y/N) believe me when I say that I do still want to be with you, those words just slipped out of my mouth and I did not mean them at all. I was just frustrated. I wanted to spend time with you and I took it harshly when you said no. I should’ve let you explain first and I’m sorry about that.” I looked at him and wanted to laugh. I don’t know why, but my emotions were all over the place. But I knew deep down Harry meant it. Princess? Shoot he better. “Harry it’s not just all you, I need to change how I act too. I’m sorry for being so moody, I just can’t control it. But I promise I will try and go out with you more while I’m on this. And I’ll only be treated like a princess if you’ll be my prince charming..” I smiled at him and he looked adorable after I said that. His face lit up and he hugged me. “Of course babe. And on that note…” He walked out of the room and then came back with bags. “I brought chocolates!” “Harry Styles, you’re the best.” He sat down and started handing me the candy and he ate with me. “Only for you babe. I love you.” “I love you too Syles.”

Your POV
You ever had that day or week where you just wanted to sit and do nothing? Well that’s how I was right now. I hate being on my period and worse of all, Harry never knew how to handle me while I was on it. He would try to avoid me as much as possible and I didn’t blame him. I didn’t want to fight with him or say something stupid and make him mad. Cuz as it was, I was already mad. So I’d just stay in my room all day sometimes to cope with the pain. He’d just go out with the boys and have fun. Sometimes I got jealous because he wouldn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted to go, but then again I knew I wouldn’t go anyways. But after it’s done, he comes back to me and treats me the same. Being together for only a year, I think he still has to get use to me on my monthly. But I know that when I did cry, he was there for me and would comfort me. But today just wasn’t his day I guess.
I was sitting in my room in my pajamas and I think it was like 3pm. I didn’t care, I was on my period. I didn’t want to do shit, and it was the first day, so I was cramping like hell. But Harry of course didn’t know I had started because he was gone the night before. He came into the room and jumped on the bed. “(Y/N) why are you still in bed? It’s late afternoon, get up!” He was excited for something, but all I could think about was the pain I was going through. “Harry, no I’m not feeling good babe.” His face kind of fell. “So you’re just going to sit in bed all day?? I wanted you to go to dinner with me and the boys tonight. Can you please get up and get ready?” “That’s great babe and I really want to go but….” He cut me off before I could finish explaining to him and just started being mean. He wasn’t yelling but he was still mean. “Why do you do this? Why can’t you ever go anywhere with me?” “Harry I’m on…” “No, you’re fuckin boring (Y/N), I don’t know why I’m with you. I’ll just go with the boys by myself like I’ve been doing since my girlfriend doesn’t want to do shit.” I could feel my heart start racing and my face turn red. Harry has never said anything like that to me and it hurt. I was sitting here trying to explain to him why I was in bed and he just said he doesn’t know why he’s with me? Fuck that. I jumped up and caught his arm as he was trying to leave. “Harry Styles! You’re a freakin asshole! You won’t even let me finish explaining why I’m in bed! But no, you don’t want to listen. So you know what fine! If you don’t know why you’re with me and I’m boring………get the hell out of my house and don’t ever come back. And I mean it Styles, stay the fuck away from me.” I was letting everything out because I was infuriated. He had no excuse to say those words to me and I didn’t deserve it. His face was just in shock. But he didn’t say anything, he walked towards the door and I followed him. He opened the door and walked out. As he was walking down the sidewalk, I yelled at him. “And for your information, I’M ON MY PERIOD YOU ASS!!” And I slammed the door hard to show him how pissed I was. I hope he learned his lesson not to mess with me on days like this.

Harry’s POV
As she said those words, it dawned on me why she was so mad. What the hell did I do? I should’ve known when I walked in and she was still in bed. I’ve been with her for a year and I still wasn’t use to this. But damn, she pissed me off sometimes, never wanting to go anywhere with me. But I was just a guy, I didn’t understand. I should’ve tried to understand but things just go out of hand. Now I was walking back towards my house, with a guilt feeling in the pit of my stomach. Had we just really broken up? Over that? Sure I said something stupid, but did she really need to do that? I know, I sound like an ass, but maybe she’s right, maybe I am an ass. But that didn’t change the way I felt about her. She really broke up with me……I couldn’t wrap my head around that, but I knew I had to fix it. I went out to dinner with the boys as planned, but they knew something was up as soon as I sat down. I was still thinking about what had happened with (Y/N) and I was mad. “What’s wrong mate?” Liam asked. I just shook my head and stared at my menu. They all just sat there and looked at me, waiting for me to answer. I finally gave in and answered. “(Y/N) broke up with me….” “What? Why?” “I um….I said some things…” “Like what Harry? She’s a nice girl, you must’ve said something bad.”“Thanks captain obvious. Yes I did. I told her she was boring and that I didn’t know why I was with her…but I didn’t mean for that to slip out, so then she told me to get out and stay away.” “Well…don’t you feel stupid now. You need to fix it Harry. You know that girl loves you.” I just nodded my head. I knew she loved me and I loved her, we should be able to make it through this, but the look in her eyes told me she was very mad at me. “I don’t know….I have to give her time I guess, and then I’ll try.” “Why not go tomorrow, what the hell are you waiting for?” I didn’t want to say it, but oh well. “She’s on her monthly, so whatever I say she’ll be mad at.” They all cringed and I tried not to laugh. “Okay, TMI. Now we know. Let’s move past this.” “Thank you.” They all dropped it and we ate. But I was still thinking about what I was going to say to her. What do you say to a girl after you basically told them they were boring to you? I didn’t know, but I had to think of something soon.

Your POV
It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve talked to Niall. He’s been calling nonstop, actually getting pretty annoying. I just didn’t know what to say to him. If I couldn’t make him happy, why talk to him? I got up and went to the bathroom mirror. Since then, I haven’t really been eating anything and I’ve been working out like crazy. But as I looked at myself now, I didn’t like what I saw. My face was pale, bags under my eyes, and my bones were starting to stand out. I always liked having extra meat on my bones because I never cared what others said. But when Niall said that, it just affected me. It’s funny how one person can change your view on a certain thing. And what’s funny is he was the one who always stuck up for me when people called me fat. But I didn’t know what to believe anymore. But seeing this now, my body didn’t deserve this and neither did I. I promised myself in that moment I would stop. I would eat normal again and just stop working out. If someone really loved me, they’d love me no matter what. Whether I’m skin and bones or curvy and full of life. It felt great saying that to myself. I didn’t need Niall to make myself feel better. He could suck it.

Niall’s POV
(Y/N) hasn’t answered any of my calls and she won’t answer her door when I go over there. She never gave me a spare key to her house because she’d just go to mine. But of course that stopped 2 weeks ago. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone over that night in my head. I told the boys what happened and they even tried contacting her, but she just wouldn’t listen to anyone. My heart broke because this was all my fault. She thought she wasn’t good enough for me. I didn’t want skinny, I wanted her. And as I would be out walking, I’d see her picture on the front of some magazines. Paps got word of what happened and it was all over. A recent picture of her though caught my eye. She looked like she was starving herself, like she hadn’t ate in weeks. I hated seeing her like this. She needed to know how much I really regretted saying that to her. But how could I do that if she wouldn’t listen to me?
The boys and I had an interview in 20 minutes and I just didn’t feel like doing it. But I had to. I knew I wasn’t going to be myself in this interview, but I had to push through it. And what was worse was I knew they’d ask me questions about (Y/N). Everyone had been and I’d just been brushing them off. I wasn’t ready to accept we weren’t together anymore. So when we got to the interview, of course they asked, I answered and was done. We left and I didn’t say a word.

Your POV
I was sitting on my couch watching tv when I got a text from Zayn. ‘Go to channel 3 and just watch.’ Zayn was Niall’s best mate and I know it took a lot for Zayn to reach out to someone unless it was important. So I flipped through my channels until I got to 3. On tv were the boys in an interview. I immediately looked at Niall. He didn’t look like he wanted to be there, especially since Zayn kept patting him on the back and rubbing his back. He’d answer whatever question was thrown at him, but he wasn’t his usual cheery self. And I kind of felt bad. They were seriously grilling him about what happened between us. At one point they showed a recent picture of me. I hadn’t even known they took one. But it showed how much weight I had lost and I did not look good. And when Niall saw it, he had a pained look in his face. ‘So Niall, what do you have to say about this whole situation?’ I turned up the volume more so I could hear exactly what he was going to say. He took a while to answer, but he finally did. He looked directly into the camera as he said this….’Yes, I agree that what I said was completely wrong and hurtful. And I lost the one person who cared most for me because of something that slipped out of my mouth. But all I can do is apologize and say that I’ve learned my lesson. And to everyone watching, think before you speak. because anything you say could either break a person or make them happy. I chose to say something stupid and in the end lost everything. Make a better choice than I did because you hardly ever get a second chance. Calling a girl fat or indicating anything like that will ruin their whole persona. So don’t ever do that. And (Y/N) if you’re watching, I truly am sorry and I miss you babe. That’s all.’ He put his head down and didn’t talk the rest of the interview. My heart was racing and my eyes watering. I’ve been avoiding him because I didn’t want to hear his apology, but hearing it on national tv, that was something else. he admitted in front of everyone what he did and how wrong he was. And apologized to me not even knowing if I’d be watching. I gave it to him, that took guts. I knew Niall was getting hate for what he did and I know I didn’t want him going through that. But should I give him a second chance?? I got another text from Zayn. ‘Do you believe him now?’ It’s not that I didn’t believe him, it’s just I was hurt. He was right, calling a girl fat ruins their whole persona. And he ruined mine. But I loved Niall and I didn’t like seeing him hurt. ‘Where is he?’ He texted back right away. ‘At the starbucks on the corner from his flat.’ ‘K thanks.’ That starbucks was where Niall and I first met. I gathered my things and got in my car. I drove as fast as I could over there and ran inside. I looked until I spotted him sitting in a corner away from everyone. He was just looking down at his coffee and stirring it. I walked up to his table and just stood there, waiting for him to notice me. It took him about 30 seconds, but when he finally looked up, his whole face lit up. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?…..I mean, I’m glad…..but…” “I saw the interview.” His face kinda fell. “Oh yeahh, that.” Now he didn’t seem too happy. “Are you here to throw that back in my face?” What? No. “No Niall, I came here to let you know I accept your apology.” He stopped stirring and looked up at me. “What? Really…..I mean….I hurt you babe….are you sure??” “Niall yes, stop rambling. Yes you hurt me, but I love you. I won’t let that affect our relationship babe. So if you’d still have me….I’d like to have you back…” He was nodding his head. “On one condition.” “What?” “You eat whatever you want and be yourself. No matter what. I don’t like you skinny, I want you to go back to the old you, the girl I fell in love with.” I smiled at that. “I will Nialler.” He smiled and jumped up to hug me. He held on so long but I didn’t care. I missed this. “I love you (Y/N) and I’m so sorry.” “I love you too Ni, and it’s ok. Just don’t hurt me again.” “I promise babe.”

Your POV
Being a famous person’s girlfriend always made me feel insure. Being Niall Horan’s girlfriend? Now that was really nerve wrecking. His fans always had an opinion of who he or any of the boys were dating. So when he first had asked me to be his girlfriend, I almost said no because I was scared of the hate. I’ll admit, I was not the skinniest girl or prettiest girl. I liked to eat and just be lazy once in awhile. But Niall always told me he liked me like that because I was like him. So I said yes. And of course as soon as everyone heard, the hate began. Everyone on twitter was bashing me, calling me ugly, fat, not deserving of Nialler, and just putting me down. So, I would stop eating to please them and Niall. But Niall did not like that. It took me a couple months of crying to realize their comments were not going to bring me down or get in the way of mine and Niall’s relationship. He was there for me every step of the way, sticking up for me and telling me how beautiful I was. 
That was about 2 months ago. We were still together and I was myself. I ate what I wanted and looked how I wanted. Every time I was with Niall it seemed like we were always going out to eat. So recently I had been putting on some extra weight. It was concerning to me and I had hoped Niall hadn’t noticed. But I guess he had. We were at his house one night having a movie night, and I got up to go into the kitchen. I was looking in the fridge, wanting something chocolatey. I finally settled on a piece of cake. I cut him and I both a piece and brought it back to the living room. He ate his and I ate mine. But I wasn’t satisfied. I got another and came to sit back down. Niall just looked at me. “What?” “Two pieces? Don’t you think that’s enough? You’ve been gaining a lot of weight lately.” My heart stopped. Niall just really said that. I put the fork down and looked at him. He was serious. “What does that mean?” “I’m just saying, you could lose a few pounds.” He went back to watching tv, pretending as if he did not just say that. But he did, and it hurt. My eyes started watering and I just let my tears fall. I put the plate in the kitchen and went upstairs to the bathroom to cry. I was up there for what seemed like 30 minutes and he never came up to check on me. What an ass.
After I calmed down a little bit, I got up and went into his room. I packed a few of my things and walked downstairs. That’s when he finally noticed me. “Where are you going babe?” I didn’t answer him. I put on my shoes and jacket and went for the door. He ran to the door and blocked me from leaving. “Move Niall.” “Babe……why are you crying?” “Go ask your fans. You seem to agree with them about my weight.” His face fell and he realized now what he had said. “(Y/N) you’re not serious are you?” I just looked away. “(Y/N) I didn’t mean it like that.” “Yeahh well you seemed pretty serious to me, so excuse me while I leave so you can go find yourself a skinny girlfriend. Goodbye Niall.” I pushed past him and opened the door. “No (Y/N) wait!” I didn’t listen to him, I ran to my car and drove off. I went back to my place and just sat in the dark. Niall always told me I was perfect the way I was. Why would he do this now? I guess being his girlfriend I had to look a certain way. Well, if that’s why Niall really wanted, he could go find himself a skinny ass model. I didn’t need this.

Your POV
I sped away. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I just needed to get away from Liam. I was still crying as I was driving. It was late as hell so hardly anything was open. I found myself driving in circles until I ended up back in front of Liam’s flat. The lights were all out, so I was assuming he went to bed. I could have gone home, but I was just too worried to leave him alone. I had only been gone for an hour and he already decided to give up on me. He never called, never came after me. I guess he didn’t care. I sat there for awhile just looking at the house, I wanted to go in, but I was scared. I didn’t want him to lash out at me again, but then again, no man should ever talk to a woman like that. I got up the courage to get out of my car and walk up to the door. I unlocked it and walked in. It was dark, but I knew he wasn’t anywhere downstairs. I quietly went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door. Liam was sound asleep on the bed and I couldn’t help but go look at him. Even in his sleep he still looked stressed. His eyebrows were moving, he had a frown and he was mumbling. It was cute yet sad to see. He truly had been stressed, I just still didn’t know what for. I kissed his forehead and couldn’t believe it when his face actually relaxed as I pulled away. I truly loved this boy. I decided to let him have the bed to himself and grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept downstairs on the couch. As I layed down, I sat there wondering what Liam would do when he found me in the morning, but I was prepared for whatever he had to say.

Liam’s POV
The next morning I woke up with a headache. It was from all the crying. I was so tired last night that I just passed out, I was gonna go looking for (Y/N) but ended up not. Shit, she must think I don’t want her. I got up and walked downstairs to check my phone. But as I got to the living room I noticed a figure on the couch. I walked over and saw it was her. She came back…why did she sleep down here? I sat down across from her and moved her hair out of her face so I could look at her. Her eyes were puffy and red, she had cried a lot. Gosh, and it was all because of me. I still didn’t know why I did that last night. I guess I just needed someone to take it out on and she just happened to be there. As I was playing with her hair, she started to slowly wake up. I sat back and waited til she was fully awake. She noticed me and sat up and backed away from me. I bowed my head…..I deserved that I guess. I looked back up at her. “Why’d you sleep out here?” “I didn’t want to bother you.” “(Y/N) that wouldn’t of bothered me.” “Yeahh but the things…” “(Y/N) the things I said last night I didn’t mean. And believe me when I say I’m so sorry. I’m just so stressed with work and fans and you just happened to be the one I took it out on. I’m sorry babe, that won’t ever happen again.” She looked skeptical. “Are you sure Liam? You sounded so truthful last night. I mean, I don’t ask for the things you give me, and you know I always try to put you first…” That hurt to hear that. She thought I didn’t appreciate her. “Babe I know you do and I thank you for that. I don’t know why I said that last night. I buy you things because I want to and I put you first for a reason. You give me everything I could ever ask for (Y/N) and that’s your love and being with me. I couldn’t ask for more. I love you babe. I’m just sorry you had to see me like that.” She nodded her head and let a small smile spread across her lips. “So…..we’re good?” “Yess.” “Ok but Liam. Next time just talk to me ok? No matter what it is, i’m your girlfriend for a reason. I’m here for you, I always will be babe. You have to trust me when it comes to stuff like that.” What she was saying was true. I had a hard time confiding in people, and I did trust her its just I didn’t want her to see me like that. I like to keep things bottled in I guess. I just didn’t want to burden her with my problems, but now I know not to keep things from her anymore. “I promise I will babe. Thank you……I don’t deserve you sometimes.” “No Liam, I don’t deserve you, but I love you and that’s all that matters.” “I love you too. Now come to my bed and sleep with me please?” “Gladly.” I picked her up and carried her up to the room and laid her in bed. I got in besides her and held her close to me. “Don’t ever leave like that again.” “Don’t ever scare me like that Liam.” “I won’t.” “Then I won’t do that again.” I smiled at that and accepted that.

Your POV
Being with Liam was the best thing any girl could ask for. He truly was the sweetest guy and a true gentlemen. And I loved him, with all my heart. We’ve been together for about a year now and I couldn’t be more happy. Even though I never expected it, he always put me first and made sure I was happy before himself and others. I told him many times not to do this, but it was just in him to do that. There were times when I thought I didn’t deserve him because I couldn’t return his kindness sometimes, but he reassured me I didn’t have to return anything. Liam had money, I didn’t. I was nothing compared to him. So when he bought me presents and gave me nonsense things, I would get upset because there was no way I could buy him something so expensive. “(Y/N), gifts don’t have to be expensive. They come from the heart. It just so happens that what I buy you is expensive, but I just want you to have the best, because you deserve the best.” He would make me cry when he said that and I gladly appreciated him for that. I would make him dinner, go to him whenever he needed me, anything I could to show my love and appreciation for him. One night though, he wasn’t himself and I felt that he needed me.
He had texted me earlier today saying he was very stressed and he was just going to stay in tonight. We were suppose to be going to the movies but I didn’t care. I was at my house when he said that so I rushed over to his house. I knocked for what seemed like ever and then he finally opened the door. “I brought snacks.” I smiled and held up a bag of candy and popcorn. He didn’t seem happy to see me but he let me in. My face fell a little after that. I had never really seen Liam like this so it was new to me. Usually he was the one taking care of me when I was at my worse. I set down the bag and walked over to him in the kitchen. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He had his arms crossed and head down. I went to go hug him but he just pushed me away. “(Y/N) I’m just really stressed babe. I really wanted to be alone tonight.” Well that kind of hurt. “But Liam, I’m your girlfriend, you can talk to me. I’m here for you. You know that.” “Yes I do, but there are just some things you handle by yourself.” “But…” “I appreciate you coming over here but can you please leave.” “Liam, no..I want to stay and help.” I guess I said the wrong thing because he exploded after that. Which sure as hell caught me off guard. “Damn it why don’t you listen!! I said I wanted to be alone! Can’t you for once put me first instead of yourself!?! You’re selfish and annoying! Get the fuck out now!!” My eyes started watering at what he said and I was shaking. Seeing Liam like that was terrifying. 

Liam’s POV
I was stressed, I didn’t mean what i just said. It just slipped out. But after seeing her shaking and starting to cry, my stress what instantly gone. “No babe, I didn’t mean that. I’m so sorry….” I went to grab her hand but she just backed away.“(Y/N)!” She was already grabbing her things and walking towards the door. “Stay away from me Liam. Since I’m so annoying I’ll just leave you alone and put you first for once.” And with that she slammed the door and left. I ran out to get her but she had already sped away. Crap, what have I done? I stood there and debated on whether or not I should go to her, but instead I stood there and cried. I’ve never yelled at a girl, let alone said those things, and I just hurt her. And there were no words to explain how regretful I felt.