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Niall: I drove for a few hours before I finally decided that I needed somewhere to stay. I thought of all my options and decided on going to Harry's, that was after I called him of course. I pulled up to his driveway and immediately he was at my door. He helped me out and took my bags in. He knew something was wrong, so he didn't ask. I sat on his couch and he came to sit next to me, setting a cup of tea down for the both of us. After a few minutes of silence, I spoke, "He told me that he regretted getting engaged and then he told me to leave." I looked over at him and he had an expressionless face. "Why would he say that? I know for a fact that he buzzing the whole time he was planning the proposal, even more after you said yes. This doesn't make sense," he said. I could see that he was just as confused as I was. "I don't know. But everything he told me hurt. I'm sorry for bringing you into the middle, but I didn't know where else to go. I moved here for him and now I don't know what to go," I said. The tears began to stream down my face again. I felt Harry's arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. "It'll be okay, love. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like. You can go up to the guest room and get settled, or we can watch a movie." I pulled back and wiped my tears off of my face. "I think I'll go get some sleep. Thank you again, Harry." I kissed his cheek and walked up to the room. I fell face first into the bed and pulled out my phone. I debated on turning it on or not, but eventually I just threw it on the bedside tabled before I fell asleep.

The Next Morning

I heard voices coming from downstairs, I turned to find Niall then all of last night's events replayed in my head. I groaned and rolled out of the bed. I pulled myself together before I walked down to the living room. When I entered I saw Harry look at me before the person in front of him, who I seemed to miss. I noticed the familiar head of blonde hair sitting on the couch. He turned around to face me, neither of us saying anything. "I'll leave you two alone," Harry said, getting up. When he was out of the room, Niall got up and was looking at me. I avoided his gaze, "What are you doing here?"

Zayn: For weeks, I had regretted leaving him. It's been almost a month and I was still not sure why I had left him. The hate was still coming in, but this time people were scolding me for breaking up with him. I kept tabs on him through social media and seeing him hurt the most. The usual spark that he had in his eyes was gone and he hardly ever spoke in interviews, not that he really did before. I saw a permanent frown that was plastered on his face. The other boys, his family, and my own were all trying to get in touch with me, but I avoided them. I don't know how I did it, but it was starting to take its toll on me. I had been held up in my hotel room, crying and eating, for the last couple weeks. It was time for me to go out and get some fresh air. I finally turned my phone on and saw all the messages from everyone else, but none from Zayn. For some reason, I expected him to call or something. I knew I wanted space, but it's not what I wanted anymore. I wanted to be back in his arms, the only place I felt safe and loved. I messed up. I walked to one of our favorite parks, hoping to feel his presence somehow. I walked around for a while before I finally sat down on the bench under the trees. I sat in the exact spot for what felt like hours, remembering all the times we had come here. It was our getaway, the only place where we could go without getting recognized. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard someone calling my voice. I looked up to see the hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, looking right at me. "Y/N," his smooth voice said again. I was frozen in my seat, not knowing what to say.

Louis: I had been staying at my best friend's for a couple days now, I had nowhere else to go nor did I want to go anywhere else. My family had caught wind on the whole break up, along with the rest of the world. My parents had called and called and called, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to deal with them right now, especially since the only reason they wanted to talk was because I wasn't with Louis anymore. I was still crying, held up in the spare bedroom, not talking or eating. I was hurting and the only thing that could stop me from hurting was Louis. But he wasn't here because of them, he specifically saidgo be with your family. "We're going get coffee and shop. Saying no is not an option, get dressed," Y/BFF/N said. She pulled back the covers from my body and I groaned, I rolled over and sat up. I wasn't going to argue with her because I was in no mood for a lecture. An hour later, I was sitting in a Starbucks booth waiting for her to bring our drinks over. Once mine was sat in front of me, I stared out the window. The cold winter snow was laid out all over the place and it looked really beautiful. I watched as by passers went about their lives. I watched as a little girl slipped on ice and instantly she was being swaddled by her father, something my dad used to do with me. I wish he was still caring about my feelings and everything else like he used to be, but he wasn't. Hell, he would probably be happy that I was hurting only if Louis was out of my life. I turned around to listen to Y/BFF/N's story, but what caught my eye was the shaggy haired boy walking into the café. It was Louis, I knew it. I kept staring at him, not knowing what to do. But when he caught my gaze with his own, I coward back into my seat wishing that I hadn't been looking straight at him. I glanced up again, to see that he was walking towards me and I felt all the air in my lungs disappear.

Harry: It's been about a month since I left Harry and it hasn't been easy. My head injury was nothing major, but there was a huge hurt in my chest. I cried myself to sleep, I woke up tired and alone. I missed him more than anything and I knew that he missed me too. Every day, I got a call or a message from him. I had been going on about my days the same, but I was always getting questioned about the break-up. I tried my best to say it was mutual, but it wasn't and everyone knew it was my fault. It was the weekend and I was ready to have family and friend time. I went downstairs to see my mum in the kitchen, she was still kind of mad at me for leaving Harry. She wouldn't talk to me for a week, but now she's a little better. I had a banana and then I headed out to the gym. I was surprised that I hadn't seen Harry here because this is where we usually came together. I always held a little hope that I would see him here and I would be able to talk to him. I needed to see him face to face when we talked for the first time, hence the reason why I didn't reply to him over the phone. I walked in and greeted the woman behind the counter before I got to work. I started to run on the treadmill, meanwhile my thoughts were all over the place. I finally took a break and walked over to the snack bar where they sold things. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings when I turned around with my open water bottled, running right into someone. "I'm so sorry," I said, looking up to be met with familiar green eyes. "Y/N. Hi," he said, looking around nervously. To say there was tension between us was an understatement.

Liam: For days I cried, I couldn't believe that he would cheat on me, let alone with his ex. He had tried to call me, at least ten times a day, and text me a lot more. He was apologizing profusely, but I felt like his apologizes wouldn't fix this. This was beyond repair, I didn't know how someone could just cheat and expect to be forgiven after a few I'm sorry's. I sat in the backyard of my best friend's house, watching her kids and their dog run around. I smiled at the image. It was something I had always wanted, and I thought I was going to get that soon. I looked around and saw my friend's husband grilling. She sat down next to me, handing me some kind of alcoholic drink. "You'll have that one day, sweetie." I looked over at her and wondered how she knew what I was thinking. "I know you. You've always wanted a family and a house. Maybe it'll be with Liam or maybe it'll be with someone else." "It won't be with Liam," I mumbled, taking a huge gulp. She sighed and then began to speak, "I know he messed up, but can you honestly say that you didn't love him enough to forgive him for his mistake. I know what he did was wrong, honestly it makes me want to kill him, but for some reason... I don't know. You two are perfect for each other. I jus-" She was cut off by the doorbell, so she got up and walked away. I thought about what she said and I knew she was right. I needed to hear him out because I love him, more than I've ever loved anybody. "Y/N, there's someone in the living room waiting for you." I looked at her weird and walked into the house. I rounded the corner and immediately stopped, seeing Liam standing there with his hands in his pockets. "I need to speak with you. Please," he said.