Harry: "Pull over," you demand, Harry scoffs, continuing down the road and you're seething. "I said, pull over!" You shout but Harry cuts you off with an "I know," like he doesn't care. "You're such an asshole," you cry, sinking down in your seat while crossing your arms over your chest. "Stop being a baby," Harry snaps, fingers tightening over the steering wheel beneath them and you sniff. "You're so, mean" you cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks against your will and Harry laughs at your weakness. "I'm sorry that I don't take too kindly to my woman acting like a striper," Harry seethes, taking a left at the light to head home and you smack him. "I'm driving," Harry shouts, ducking as you pull yourself to your knees to hit him again and again and again. "Fine, fucking walk!" Harry shakes, pulling to a screeching halt in the middle of the empty street. He reaches across you and flings the door open before he's unbuckling you and pushing you from the car. "Fuck you Harry," you cry, stumbling against the curb in your sky-high black stilettos while tugging the black bodycon Harry had begged you to wear back down your thighs. The dress was more trouble than it was worth and it wasn't entirely your fault that you had gotten hammered and wanted to dance; Harry stayed in his seat at the booth of the VIP lounge, so you took your hot outfit to the dance floor. It also wasn't entirely your fault that guys thought you looked amazing and were more than willing to dance with you when your boyfriend wasn't. Harry rolls his eyes at your comment before he speeds off, slamming on the brakes so the car door slams shut before he continues down the road leaving you alone in the middle of the street. "Can you pick me up?" you cry into the phone before plopping down on the curb and wait. A shiny black Mercedes pulls up and Ed Sheeran jumps out of the driver's side to help you up. He gives you a sad smile and you notice that Louis Tomlinson is in the car and if you weren't mortified before, the fact that Man U's high profile owner has to see you in such a state is enough to make you want to die of embarrassment. Instead, the football owner just shrugs out of his jacket so you can cover up and leaves it at that. You cry the whole way back to your apartment and Ed is helpless to help ease your pain at the blowout fight between you and Harry. "He called me a stripper," you say quietly once Ed's helped you from the car and walked you to the front door of your building. Louis is seated in the car, staring straight ahead to give you and the ginger musician a few private moments. "He didn't mean it love, you know how he gets when you dress like a ten," Ed tries to defend and you scoff through your tears. "He begged me to wear this dress and he called me a stripper. He wouldn't even dance with me and the guy was gay!" You mumble and Ed pulls you into his chest for a comforting hug. Neither of you notice the black Land Rover down the street, Harry seated behind the wheel to assure you had made it home because no matter how made he was, leaving you in the middle of the street was the stupidest thing he'd ever done.

Liam: "And I'm just saying, Liam, that if that slut doesn't keep her hands off you I'll end her life, Harry Potter style," you threaten, angrily tossing your dirty clothes into the washing machine of Liam's apartment and he sighs. "She's harmless and lonely, her husband left her and she has to raise the kids alone. It doesn't mean anything, she can flirt all she wants to but I still come home to you, don't I?" Liam asks with a disapproving glare at your insensitivity to the Jillian's loneliness. "What do you do all day before coming home to me?" You demand, picking up the laundry basket and set it against you hip as you stare him down. "You're fuckin kidding me?" Liam demands with a scoff, standing to his full height and your jaw sets at the movement. "Clearly, I fuck Jillian then come here and fuck you," Liam says dryly, walking around you to end the conversation but you're not done with him. "I bet you do, I bet you just want to bend her over one of your drum sets and fuck her," you accuse and Liam turns around and has your wrist in a vice grip so quickly, you stumble back and fall against him. "Don't you ever fucking accuse me of cheating or wanting to cheat! I would never, ever do that to you," he seethes, nostrils flaring in anger and for a moment you reconsider starting this fight. You're pride, however, won't let you apologize and you continue to egg him on. "What, not like father like son," you tease out of spite, referencing his fathers infidelity and for a moment, all be it a brief moment, you think he's going to hit you. "Get out, get the fuck out of my house!" Liam shouts, so loudly that the pictures at his head rattle and you slap him before he has a chance to react. His head snaps to the side violently, an angry red handprint forming over his cheek at the force behind the hit. "Call Jillian and fuck her for all I care," you cry out, throwing the laundry basket at him with all your might before you turn to storm from the apartment. "Can, I need a ride... please, just come get me" you beg into the phone, seated at the curb outside Liam's building because you had left in such a hurry. A car pulls up, blonde hair appearing over the top of the car as Niall steps onto the street. "Fight?" he questions, opening the passenger side for you and you slide in. Niall was your last option, your other friends having not picked up their phones, but he seemed more than willing to pick you up. "He... it's my fault," you admit, sinking against the window as Niall pulls away from the curb. "We all get jealous sometimes," Niall reminds you and you get the impression Liam has talked about your jealousy over the single mom hanging around your boyfriend. "But, I pushed him and pushed him until he snapped and... I don't blame him. I talked about his dad," you admit quietly and Niall raises an eyebrow at you once he's stopped at the light around the corner from Nando's. "That's a sore subject," Niall reminds you, helping you from the car so he can stuff you with food until you're too full to remember being upset.

Niall: "You're a crazy ass bitch," Niall accuses, watching as you pour a bottle of bleach over his clothes. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the employee with her hand down your pants!" you screech, tossing the empty bottle at him angrily and he barely catches it before it tumbles against his chest and hits the ground. "I didn't ask her to put her hand down my pants, it just happened and then you showed up and I couldn't... it all happened too fast," Niall stammers, tripping over ruined clothes he'll deal with later as you storm around his apartment breaking things as you go. "You didn't appear to be too confused with what was happening when I walked in! I told you, fire that whore weeks ago but no... she's an old friend and she needs a job," you repeat his words from weeks earlier when Holly moved to London and needed a job. "She's an ex... nothing's going to happen," Niall assures you, dodging the pillowcases you're hurling at his head. "Yeah, because you're gonna fire her," you shout, gasping when Niall grips your wrist and wrenches the scissors in your hand into his before he tosses them to the side. "It's my business, you cannot tell me what to do with it. I don't tell you how to save people, don't tell me whom to fire. Stop acting like a jealous bitch, it's not attractive" he reminds you angrily and your hand flies out and slaps him across the face angrily. "Fuck you," you cry, continuing to slap him angrily and leaving angry red handprints across his cheeks before you storm from the apartment. You stumble down the steps, barely catching yourself against the handrail. Your ankle rolls painfully, heels sputtering against the last stair as you barrel into the front door of the complex. Tears of pain spill down your cheek as you collapse against the sidewalk while tossing your damned shoe to the curb. "Y/N?" you hear and you look up into the concerned face of Zayn. "What?" you snap and he raises a dark eyebrow at you before he reaches down to help you stand. "I can do it myself," you screech through your tears. Zayn backs away, arms raised in surrender as he watches you struggle to stand. Crying out when your right foot gives, you tumble into Zayn and he holds you against him as you cry. "I'll take you to the hospital, let me get Niall," "NO," you shout, gripping his arm and Zayn decides not to ask why and ushers you into his car. "He hired Holly and I told him he had to fire her. We fought, I hit him... a lot," you explain to Zayn as he fills your paperwork out. The two of you had gotten quite a few looks when he had carried you into the emergency room; makeup ran down your face in dark streaks, hair wild and untamed, foot bruised and Zayn looked indifferent to the situation. "He'll get over it, he's kinky like that" Zayn tried to joke, patting your knee gently and you can't stop the laugh that bubbles from your throat or the ones that follow.

Louis: "A Madison?" You question from the kitchen, holding the house phone against your chest to keep the line silent. "Who?" He inquires from the couch. "She said her name was Madison?" It takes him only moments to get from the couch to the kitchen phone after your second explanation. You hand him the phone with no words between you. He takes his conversation into the office. You watch as he closes the door behind him, confusion in your mind. You had been with him for almost five months now and he had never mentioned a Madison before. "Babe, dinner's ready," you say almost an hour later, cracking the office door to see that he was still on the phone. He waves you away but you stand in the doorway in protest. "Excuse me?" You inquire in annoyance. "Just go," Louis says, waving his arm again. "Are you serious?!" You shout, pushing the door completely open. "I'm having a conversation, now quit acting like a child," he counters with. Your eyes widen with rage and you fall silent. Turning to go back to the kitchen you slam the door shut to prove your emotions. You grab your cell phone and keys from the kitchen counter after turning off the stove, leaving him to find his own way around dinner. You weren't really sure where to go but you put the car in reverse and backed out of the garage. Nothing from Louis comes through your phone as you drive through Manchester still unsure of where your destination is. It takes almost two hours after leaving the house for your phone to ring. Still driving around, you pick it up only to find that it wasn't Louis calling. "Hey Harry," you greet. "Hey is Louis around? I've been trying to call him but he isn't answering." "He's probably still taking to Madison." "Madison?" He questions over the phone. "Yep." "Why would he be talking to her?" He questions. "You know her?" You inquire. "Not really know but know of. She's an ex of his. The one before Liam's sister. I think he said they dated for like four years." Harry's explanation only made Louis's actions upset you more. "Great," you reply with disappointment. "Did you all have a fight?" He questions. You explain what had happened back at the house and Harry has an immediate response. "Where are you?" "Just driving around Manchester." "Why don't you come here for the night, it will be better than just driving around." You sigh and agree to take the three and a half hour drive to stay at Harry's house for the night.

Zayn: "Thanks," you say to the waiter with a smile that was apparently too friendly. "What was that all about?" Zayn questions from across the table. "What was what?" "What you just did." "What did I just do?" You question, unsure of what he was seeing that you hadn't. "That smile," he points out. "Okay? What about it?" "It was a little much for a guy you don't even know don't you think?" You pause to consider his question. "Zayn I didn't even realize what I was doing." "Well that makes it even worse then." "What are you on about Zayn? I don't get it." He falls silent and only shakes his head. Nothing is said between the two of you as you continue the rest of your meal. The drive home is just as quiet. "Why are you mad?" You question breaking the silence with only about fifteen minutes left in your drive. "That guy thought you were flirting with him," he answers quietly. "How do you get that?" "The smirk on his face as he walked away." "You're over exaggerating," you tell him. "Am I?" He counters, his tone louder than usual. "You don't have to shout," you acknowledge. "I will shout if I have to." "Why are you acting like this?" You question, unsure of his mood change. He falls silent yet again as he changes lanes on the M4. Once moving to the far left to exit you can't believe his actions. "Are you series?" You ask as he drives in the direction of your house. "I don't want you staying over tonight," he explains. You scoff and roll your eyes. "You're acting ridiculous." Your response only causes a shrug. You curl against the passenger door as you watch the darkness go by. Once at your house no 'goodbyes' are said between the two of you. You only sigh as you step from the car, resisting the urge to slam the door behind you. He pulls away immediately, not waiting to make sure you got in safely like usual. You shake your head at his childish behavior. "Hey baby girl," you greet Sophie once inside the dimly lit living room. Collapsing onto the couch you turn on the television as she quickly jumps into your lap. "What is it with guys?" You ask her. She can only look at you with her deep brown eyes and whine. "I don't know either," you respond, moving to lay down on the couch with her curled tightly into you.