Preference #16: Six Degrees of Separation

• A/N: Here's another preference based on the song, "Six Degrees of Separation" by The Script! Please send feedback!
• Niall: Niall had the first degree: “You think the worst is a broken heart.” After your break up, Niall couldn’t believe it. You were getting a lot of hate from the fans and couldn’t take it anymore. He had gone to the club with the boys when you wrote him a note and packed all your stuff. You stopped at the door before leaving the flat with tears in your eyes. When Niall came back, he called out your name until he found your note. “NO!” he screamed, running up the stairs to find all of your belongings gone. He called your cell phone repeatedly with no answer. He collapsed on the couch after calling the boys and waiting for them to come over. They tried to comfort him but it didn’t work. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” he cried as he read your note for what seemed like the hundredth time.
• Harry: Third degree: “Your world splits down the middle.” The boys tried everything to cheer Harry up after the break up, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop looking through your photo albums, which you had left behind, and the memories flooded his mind. The time you went horseback riding, the time you went on tour with him, your first concert. He kept his phone close in case you called but he knew deep down that you weren’t going to. That’s what killed him the most. The fact that he wasn’t going to be able to hold you in his arms, whisper in your ear before placing a kiss to your hair, hearing your voice squeal in delight. Louis and Zayn showed up at his flat, trying to get him to come clubbing with them but he refused. He looked up from the pictures with tears in his eyes, “You don’t what it’s like when your world splits down the middle.”
• Liam: Fourth degree: “You’re gonna think that you’ve fixed yourself.” It had been almost one month after you and Liam broke up. He was never home and you were tired of being alone. It had been hard but Liam had finally thought he’d gotten over losing you. The fans knew about the break up but didn’t really say anything to him because they knew that he was heartbroken. An interviewer had clearly not gotten the message because when she mentioned your name, Liam burst into tears. he ran off of the stage and into their dressing room. The boys followed closely behind, leaving the interviewer to fend for herself after they berated her on live television. They huddled around him as he sobbed, his head in his hands. He looked up, his eyes red from his tears, “I thought that I’d fixed myself.”
• Zayn: Fifth: “You see them out with someone else.” The boys had finally convinced Zayn to leave your formerly shared flat after not leaving for almost three weeks. They got him cleaned up and decided to take a walk in the local park. They had gotten a few laughs out of him as they continued to tell jokes, trying to cheer him up. He actually began to feel better until he saw you. You were walking towards them, hand-in-hand with another guy, laughing and smiling. His face immediately fell as he felt tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. The boys noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to his line of sight. They immediately stood in front of Zayn so he couldn’t see you. They ushered him out of the park without you even noticing and took him to Liam’s flat. Once through the door, Zayn collapsed onto the couch, silent tears streaming down his face, “I can’t believe she’s already moved on.”
• Louis: Sixth: “You admit you may have fucked up a little.” You left because for the final three weeks of your two-year relationship, the only thing you and Louis did was fight. All you left was a note on the kitchen counter. Louis called your cell relentlessly before you changed your number. He tried going to your best friend’s house, but you weren’t stupid enough to stay there. He sat in silence at his flat, sitting in what used to be your shared bedroom. The boys tried to help him, but he didn’t want their pity. He stayed locked in the bedroom, staring at the photos on the bedside table. He laid down on the bed, a photo of you smiling and laughing clutched to his chest, “I really fucked up this time.”