Niall: There he goes again, leaving me to be alone once again. I understood when he was away on tour, but ever since we got engaged he was distant when he was on breaks. There were times when he would ignore me for house, acting as if I didn't exist. In the beginning of the engagement, we were perfectly fine. We were happy, but something changed. He started to go out every chance he got, not inviting me or even telling me where he was going. I was planning the wedding alone and when I asked for input from him, he would completely blow me off. Tonight was no different. He was getting dressed, spraying himself with cologne. "Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up on the bed. I twiddle with the beautiful ring he placed on my left ring finger six months ago. "Don't worry about it," he mumbled, not bothering to acknowledge me as he spoke. Ouch. "What's going on with you?" I asked, getting off the bed and walking over to him. I heard him huff before he turned around and faced me. He looked annoyed and angry, he looked nothing like the carefree Niall I knew. This Niall kind of intimidated me. "Just leave me alone," he grumbled pushing past me. I could hear him walk down the stairs and I ran after him. "What is going on with you?" I screamed, tired of his attitude. He stopped close to the door, reaching out to grab his car keys. I grabbed them before he could. "Give me my keys!" I shook my head, letting tears fall. "Y/N, give me my fuckin keys! I don't want to be here." "Why-y?" I stuttered out, scared of him. "Because I made a mistake by asking you to marry me and I regret it every time I look at you. I don't think we should be together anymore," he growled, his eyes darker than they usually were. That was enough for me to drop his keys, running up to the room. Hearing that hurt more than anything, I felt like all the air in the room was gone. I threw myself on the bed and heard the front door shut. What the fuck just happened? He didn't love me. He didn't want to get married. I can't stay here. Before I could even completely process what had just happened, I took of my ring and placing it on my pillow. I grabbed a suitcase and filled it before walking out of the house, wondering where I was going to go or what I was going to do.

Zayn: It was always one thing after another, something always being said about our relationship, people judging us. The moment we got engaged the hate only got worse. It had been the happiest day of my life, being asked to marry the guy of my dreams. He was and is everything I ever wanted. Hell he was more than I ever wanted. We had been together for quite a while, but people had thought that I was only a meaningless rebound. Of course he had been serious about someone else, engaged before, but it wasn't what he wanted with her. We met months, almost a year, after the broke up. We fell in love and we fell hard, hence the reason why we wanted to get married. The planning was on the way, but in the back of my mind I was wondering if it was the right thing to do. Every time either of logged onto social media sites, or bought magazines, or even walked out into public, we were being insulted. I could tell that it was taking its toll on him, I knew that it was hurting the both of us. A new rumor was spread today, apparently I was only marrying him for his money. Actually it wasn't new, it was just re-publicized. I threw my phone on the couch adjacent to where I was sitting and at that exact moment he was walking in the front door. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked. I could tell by the look on his face, that he was mad but trying to keep his cool for me. "I don't think either of us can take this anymore." There was a dead silence before he sat next to me. I felt like all of emotion was taking out of my body, as if I was a robot. "We can handle it. We just can't listen to them." He was holding on to my hand, I looked down and saw the shinning jewel on my finger. "I don't think I can do this anymore. Neither of us are happy because of everything being said. I want you to be happy and I can't do that for you right now." I was slowly speaking, breaking a little inside but hiding it. "What are you saying?" he asked, sitting back and looking at me. I could see the hurt on his face, he knew what I was saying. "I think we should break off the engagement... I'm going to go get something things and I'll come back for the rest some other time. I can't do this to you. I can see that all the hate is hurting you, it is best if we take a break." I was instantly out of the room, walking to the bedroom. I didn't hear him moving and in a way it hurt and relieved me. When I was done packing, I walked into the living room and saw him still sitting on the couch. He hadn't moved a muscle, but there were tears falling down his face.

Louis: When people get engaged, families and friends were usually overjoyed for the couple. That was not the case when it came to Louis and I's engagement. My family and my friends never approved about the whole relationship. They thought that he was too busy to keep me happy or whatever, but despite their pleas to leave him I stuck with him. When we got engaged it only made them even madder, my family practically disowned me. I didn't care though, I loved him and that's all there was to it. I knew that it killed him to know that the reason I no longer talked to my family was because of him. He tried to tell me that it was okay for me to go back to them, that I couldn't lose them. For months, has been feeling the same way. I could feel how much of a strain it was putting on our relationship. He was becoming distant, as if he was pushing me away. I was holding to him by a thread, not wanting anything to come between us. But it was getting harder to keep him close. I was starting to hurt, starting to cry myself to sleep. He no longer slept in the room, no longer told me that he loved me. The only thing that made me remember what I was fighting for was the ring that hasn't left the fourth finger on my left hand. Every night I replayed the way he proposed to me, remembering how happy the both of us were. I needed some sort of communication with him, so when he came home I met him at the front door. He was ready to dodge me, but I kept stepping front of him. I held his stare, showing him that I wasn't going to back down. "Move," he said quietly. For a moment, he looked away and I could tell that there was a mix of emotions showing through his eyes. "You need to talk to me. I don't want to be ignored anymore. Louis, I love you and you act as though you could give two shits about me. What's going on?" I asked desperately. He sighed and ran a hand over his face and then through his hair. He tried to push past me, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Talk to me!" "I don't want to talk about this. I'm tired and I just want to go to sleep," he stated. "Then sleep in our room, with me." He shook his headno. "What the fuck is wrong?" I cried out. I couldn't take it anymore, he was hurting me. He wiped the tears from my face and held my cheeks between his palms. Finally a sweet gesture. "I needed you to leave me. I can't hurt you anymore. I can't keep you from your family. We can't get married." As he spoke, I could see him having an inner battle with himself. "What?" I asked, shakily. "You heard me. Go! Go home and be with your family!" he yelled. I twitched as he yelled, before I could say anything he was running away from me. I watched the empty hallway, waiting for him to come back and apologize. But he didn't. It felt like forever before I finally listened to what he said, placing the ring on the coffee table before I walked out of the door. He was making the decision for me, no giving me a chance to fight for what we have. He was pushing me away as if he no longer wanted me. If he ever wanted me in the beginning.

Harry: Harry was an eye catcher. Every girl wanted him, well a lot of girls wanted him. But I was the one who was lucky enough to have caught his attention and his love. We were happily engaged after being together for over a year. I was so in love with him, I couldn't picture myself with anyone else. The moment our engagement was announced, I knew all hell would break loose. And sure enough it did. It got to the point where I was actually getting put in danger. It was hard to see him while he was on tour because he didn't want me to get hurt in the crowds that surrounded them. It was hard for me to even go out alone because I would get harassed. For a while, it was worth it because I was marrying the one person who loved me as much as I loved them. When he was finally home, we went out to buy groceries. Obviously, his whereabouts were figured out and when we were walking there was a huge crowd. The thought hadn't crossed our minds that there would be so many people, so we didn't have security. He tried to keep me close to him as possible, but the fans had another idea. I was pulled from his grip and pushed to the ground hard. My head was hurting and I was seeing a lot of spots. I heard muffled yells and two familiar arms picking me up. I was placed in the car, my vision was still hazy, but I could hear Harry clearly. "They relentless. I can't believe they did that to you!" he was checking over my face, I pushed him away and told him to get in the car. He was hesitant, but he did as I said. He rambled on and on in the car, but I stayed quiet. This was the last straw, I didn't want to keep getting hurt and I didn't want him to be mad at his fans. When we got home, my vision was back to normal and I was alright to walk. He was still fuming when we walked in, I went straight to the bedroom with a mission in mind. I was going to leave, I couldn't put myself or him though all of this anymore. I couldn't let him risk his job and I could risk my wellbeing no matter how much I loved him. "What are you doing?" he asked once I grabbed a suitcase. I stopped and turned to him. I couldn't hurt him, but I have to. "I think I need to go somewhere, alone. I-I-" He stopped me, "You what? You're leaving me?" his voice cracked and so did I. "I h-have to." He got off of the bed and walked to stand in front of me, he took my hands into his and I stared at where they were intertwined. "You can't. No. We're getting married. Why are you doing this?" I lifted a hand, placing it on his cheek. The sight in front of me, broke me to pieces. "It's what's best for us. I love you, but please just let me go." I pulled away. "No," he said, pulling me back. "Let me go," I said, pulling away and moving quickly. He knew I was serious because he didn't try to stop me. I packed and walked back over to him, placing the ring in his palm and kissing his fist that I closed. I cried and so did he. I couldn't take seeing him like that, so I left. But I heard the faint I love you that slipped from his lips before I left the room. I can't believe I just broke him... And myself.

Liam: I could tell that something was wrong with him the moment he came back home from the club. It's not that he was drunk, well he was, but it was something else. He looked like he was running through different emotions every second. I greeted him with a kiss to the cheek, happy to see that my fiancé made it home safely from the club. I loved saying fiancé, fiancé, fiancé. It had only been a month since we got engaged, so it was still buzzing through me. I was madly in love with him. There was no doubt in my mind when it came to marry him. Tonight was boy's night, and though he wanted to stay home, I pushed him to go out. Every night since we going engaged, he had been home with me and always rejecting other peoples offers to go out. I thought that it was a good idea for him to go out. I was pulled back into reality when I heard him speak. "What was that?" I asked, taking his hand into mine. "Can we go to the living room? We need to talk," he said. Okay. I lead him to the living room and sat down right next to him. He tensed and took his hands away from him. He was being so weird. "What's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on his knee. He pushed my hand away and sat away from me. "I'm sorry," he whispered, looking up at me with teary eyes. I raised my eyebrows, telling him to elaborate. "I cheated on you...with Sophia." It felt like a shit ton of bricks were thrown at me. I didn't know what to say, but my body reacted by moving to another couch. Tears were flowing down my face and I was holding my head in my hands. "It was a complete and utter accident, Y/N. It happened and I deeply regret it. I came right home when I realized what I was doing. I love you and only you. There's no one else for me. Ple-" I lifted up my hand to stop him. My gaze met his and he tried to move closer to me. I stopped him again and got up, taking of my ring and placing it on the couch. He watched my every move, ready to grab onto me, but I dodged his grip. "I hope she was worth it," I said, walking to the front door. He instantly followed me, but by the time I got in my car and locked the door, he wasn't able to stop me. I drove for a while before stopping, letting all the tears fall down. I couldn't believe that he cheated on me.