1D PREF #222; You're both famous and perform together...
Louis: "Thank you," you smile out at the cheering and applauding crowd in front of you, and you nod your head once more, "Thank you,". You glance to the side of the stage and notice your friend Louis stood then, applauding along with the others, and a small smirk spreads across your features as you bring the microphone back to your mouth. "So for this next song i'm going to do a cover," you turn to look around at the band who were staring at you in confusion, but when you smile encouragingly back at them they seem to relax in recognition, "Here's, I guess, an ode to my very favourite boyband,". As you begin to sing Over Again, you turn to look at the side stage once more to find Louis chuckling slightly to himself, and you tilt your head to the side invitingly. You jump slightly, feeling someone place their hand on your hip from behind, and you turn to find Louis smiling at you, wiggling the microphone in his hand, having joined you on stage in time for the first chorus. You hold hands as you sing, smiles plastered over both your faces because the crowd is loving it - you look out at thousands of swaying lights coming from phones and cameras alike. As the song comes to an end you hug Louis tightly for a moment before stepping back and shouting, "A round of applause please for the very wonderful Louis Tomlinson!".
Liam: You look down at the lyric sheet in confusion, your eyebrows furrowed, "This part is a duet though," you look around, "I'm the only on here,". The producer sighs, nodding, "Yeah, he's running a bit late, we've just had a call saying he's five minutes away so - you can just try to learn the lyrics or something,". You nod, glancing down at the page, before quickly shouting after the retreating figure, "Who is it?". The producer turns around, continuing to walk slowly backwards now, his arms held open, "You've heard of One Direction right? One of those guys,". Minutes later your head shoots up at the sound of someone bustling towards the studio, and you can hear the faint shouts of, "Sorry i'm late, traffic, sorry! Sorry for being late!". You stand up at the same moment your duet partner bursts through the door, and catching sight of you he smiles, straightening his shirt slightly. "Sorry about running late, i'm not usually..." he begins to explain, holding out his hand towards you, "I'm Liam,". You laugh lightly, noticing the way his cheeks pinken slightly when you take his hand, "I'm (Y/N),". "I know," his head ducks slightly as he shrugs out of his jacket, "I have your album, it's really good,". "Thanks," you reply softly, and this time it's your turn to blush. In the studio, the two of you stand close to the microphone, waiting to begin as the producer instructs, "I really want you guys to give this some welly, this needs to be good. We're doing this for Children in Need!". And then the two of you start laying down vocals for part of the charity single.
Niall: You may have been supporting One Direction on several dates now of their UK tour, but you still loved to watch them perform. Each night you were drawn to stand at the side of the stage, just out of sight to the screaming fans. You smiled whenever one of the band or one of the boys glanced your way, especially when they'd wave at you if they caught your eye - you'd become good friends with them all by now. You were also prone to dancing and singing along to their songs too, often without much inhibition. As the intro to Kiss You began, Niall glances over and catches sight of you. His eyes stay focused on you as you purposefully start singing and dancing like an idiot for his amusement, ending in both of you bent over laughing. What made it funnier was the other boys throwing their blonde bandmate confused looks at to why he was reacting so hysterically. Your eyes begin to widen however, your head shaking rapidly as Niall runs towards you, his hand outstretched as if to pull you out on the stage. "Come here you," he teases, his hands catching your wrists as he pulls you out into the bright spotlights. You keep up with a chorus of rapid "No, no, no, no"'s, blushing in embarrassment at his actions. The other boys laugh and smile at you, and you shoot them all evils before Niall pokes your waist, pulling your attention back to him. He's pulling his microphone away from his face slightly, enough so that you can both sing into the microphone, "Making them drool by their chinny chin chins," causing the crowds to erupt into giddy squeals.
Harry: You smile over at Harry as he strums the guitar, watching his lips intently as he sings. As he reaches the chorus, you take a breath before joining in, harmonising with him, "Don't let me, don't let me go, 'cos i'm tired of feeling alone,". He smiles lopsidedly over you as the songs finishes, and you look away, feeling yourself blush slightly. The two of you turn to look nervously at the other boys waiting to hear their verdict - yourself and Harry had been working on a song together for the band for their new album, with the intention of you featuring on the track. "I, wow..." Niall says almost astounded, breathless. "Ok?" you ask nervously, glancing back at Harry for a moment. "That was great," Zayn shakes his head, "The two of you sounded really good,". You grin, laughing lightly when you feel Harry wrap his arm around your shoulders tightly, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his face into your hair for a moment out of giddy excitement. "So this is what the two of you have been sneaking off together to do?" Louis asks, his gaze curious as he looks between you and his bandmate. "Yes," Harry stares blankly at his friend, confused by his tone. Louis lets out a loud laugh, and the other boys join in too, "Ah well the papers are going to be disappointed - have you not seen?" he looks between the two of you in disbelief, "They think the two of you were dating. They got so excited 'One Direction's Harry Styles and up-and-coming new talent (Y/N)' and all that,". You feel your cheeks reddening, avoiding looking in Harry's direction as you join in with their light laughter.
Zayn: You stood by the edge of the stage patiently, a microphone held tightly between your fingers. You were due to join the boys on stage at the very last second, a surprise as they sung the single you had featured on with them recently - even the boys didn't know you were here. Your gaze follows them as they move around the stage fluidly, working the audience up into a frenzy. You're pulled out of your trance however when you feel one of the back stage assistants nudge your side, indicating you were about to go on. You take a deep breath before walking out onto the stage harmonising with Zayn during his bridge. It took all your strength not to laugh, but to continue singing as the boys spin around rapidly to look at you. The noise from the crowd becomes even louder, noticing the boys obvious surprise as you finally reach them at the front of the stage. You stop beside Zayn, who was looking at you narrow-eyed above his microphone. As the song reaches a close, the boys gather around you, wrapping you in a group hug as Liam announces down his microphone, "Well if you hadn't gathered we certainly weren't expecting (Y/N) to walk out on stage just now - didn't even know she was here,". "Yeah, didn't even let us know," Harry scoffs in mock annoyance as they begin to walk into their positions for the next song. "She's a cheeky one this is," Zayn teases, bumping his hip to yours and causing the audience to erupt in laughter. A grin just spreads across your face in response.
Niall: "Do you ever get dressed?" he'd laughed as he'd walked into your flat after doing some promo work for the band and found you lounging on the settee in your pjs. In the moment you'd laughed it off, but the words rattled round your brain as you got out of bed the next day. You found yourself changing into your nicer clothes once you'd showered, taking your time to dry and style your hair, to put on makeup - all this despite the only place you'd be going all day was the supermarket. It was a week into this routine before Niall said anything, and this time his comment surprised you. "How come you're always dressy all the time all of a sudden?" he asks, eyeing you suspiciously as you wander into the living room. You shrug, taking a seat beside him, "It doesn't hurt to make an effort does it?". "But we're at home," he sighs exasperatedly, shaking his head, "You look uncomfy! It's only me here and you don't need to try and impress me, i'd still think you were stunning if you were wearing a bin bag,". You laugh lightly, biting your lip as you look down at your over-dressed attire. A moment passes before you lean across to him, pecking his cheek before mumbling, "I'm going to go get changed,".
Louis: You'd stared at Louis in confusion at the strange look he was given you as the two of you were moments from stepping out of the house, "What?". His eyes had narrowed slightly as he'd taken your hand, walking in front as he guided you to the waiting car, "You always make me feel small when you wear heels,". The next time an event came around that you'd been invited to as Louis' guest, you caught yourself as your hand reached out for your new heels, instead sliding on a pair of plain black flats. Louis smiled at you as you stepped out of the bedroom, a hand reaching out for yours as he quirked his eyebrow, "You look different?". You shrug, leaning across to kiss him lightly before turning your attention to the other boys and their dates who were waiting in your living room. "Right, I need to see these killer heels you've been raving on about!" Danielle announced loudly as she walked across to you, though her grin drops when she looks down at your feet and notices the heels absence, "Where are they?". You feel your cheeks blush, and you look in Louis' direction out of the corner of your eye quickly before mumbling, "Oh I changed my mind on them,".
Liam: "I'm sick of hearing you say that you can't!" he'd snapped when you'd panicked once more at the suggestion you apply for a job as a writer on the new One Direction blog, "You're brilliant (Y/N), but it's always yourself holding you back! I wish you could just see that you can,". You wander out from the bedroom clutching a folder containing all your writing - ranging from articles you'd written in your school newspaper, to poems you'd posted online - tightly in your hand. "So... I'm going to go to that interview," you mumble nervously, only just loud enough that Liam hears. His head whirls round to look at you with surprise - it had been weeks since he'd first mentioned to vacancy and neither of you had spoken about it since - "You're what? You're going to the interview?". The sound of sheer ecstasy in his voice makes you smile slightly as you nod, laughing as he rushes over to you, hugging you as he wishes you luck. You get home that evening, a smile on your face, walking a little taller - Liam notices this. "Did you get it?" he asks anxiously the moment you step through the door. You chuckle, shaking your head, "No because of the... Personal interest I have in the band," you roll your eyes, still smiling, "But they really liked my stuff and they know of another vacancy in a similar place - they're going to forward me the details!". You jump up and down excitedly and Liam rushes over to you quickly, wrapping his arms around you as he mutters, "I'm so proud of you,".
Zayn: "Can't you just make a decision for once," he'd sighed, riffling through the kitchen draw for a takeout menu after a stressful day at work, "It's only food,". His comment had bugged you for a few weeks now, and since then you'd tried to make a point to show Zayn that you could be decisive whenever opportunity arose. "What are we doing tomorrow then, I have the day off," he grins, propping his head up on his elbow to look at you as he lies in the bed. You toy with the edge of the duvet as you reply, suppressing your automatic urge to ask what he wants to do, "Well it's forecast nice, so I was thinking we could hang out in the park for a bit. Get lunch at Bella's?". You can hear the frown in his voice when he replies, "I don't like Bella's,". You shrug, trying to come across as unaffected, "I just fancied it,". You feel a shiver of pleasure run down your spine when you feel Zayn reach out and twirl a piece of your hair around his fingers as he suggests, "We only ever seem to go out these days, I thought it might be nice to stay in - lazy day?". You roll onto your side, facing him with a small smile, falling back into old habits, "If you want to,". He quirks his head for a moment as he watches you before speaking again, "But we could still go to the park if you want? I like the sound of that,". You nod, chuckling slightly as you shuffle yourself closer into his embrace, "We can soak up the rays,".
Harry: "Stop being such a stubborn ass," Harry had teased, laughing as he poked your cheek playfully as you pouted in annoyance. "I'm not stubborn!" you'd shouted back, folding your arms tightly across your chest. Since that argument you'd begun to see his point - though you'd never admit that aloud to him - and as a result you'd been trying to hold your tongue more. "You coming out today?" Harry asked, sticking his head round the living room door where you were lounging on the settee. You sigh, pushing yourself slowly to your feet and turning off the TV, "Sure,". He steps fully into the room, a smirk playing on his lips, "Don't sound too enthusiastic about spending your time with me eh?". You smile slightly, "Nah, I was just planning in having a TV day, catch up on shows and stuff,". You walk past him into the bedroom to get changed and he follows, "You don't have to come love,". "It's fine," you answer quickly, pulling your pyjama top off over your head. You squeal slightly as you feel Harry quickly grab your hips, twisting you slightly, "What's gotten into you these days?". You feel a blush begin to spread up your cheeks, as you mumble, "Trying to be less stubborn,". "What?" he looks at you in disbelief before shaking his head and laughing, "Don't you change at all! I love my stubborn ass girlfriend - wouldn't have you any other way,".
1D PREF #220; You give him the silent treatment...
Harry: You frown, turning your back on your boyfriend as he attempts to break your steely expression towards, instead focusing your attention on making yourself a cup of tea. You tense slightly for a moment when you feel Harry place his hands on your hips from behind, his lips by your ear as he gently teases, "Aw come on, you can't be mad forever. I'm sorry!" but still you ignore him. You wriggle out of his grip without much effort, walking towards the fridge, but as you open the door Harry closes it. Your eyes narrow as you stare at him, leaning casually against the fridge, a smirk playing on his lips. He steps forward taking both of your hands in his, and you look away, pretending to be uninterested. "I'm sorry I forgot our anniversary," he starts, and you bite your lip, "I am a shockingly awful boyfriend,". Something about his tone catches your attention, and you turn back to look at him curiously. He's still smiling, "But i'm the shockingly awful boyfriend you've been with officially a year now, and hopefully the same shockingly awful boyfriend that you will spend many many many years to come with,". Despite your attempts not to, a small smile spreads across your features, just making his grin bigger. "And so you can't stay mad at me forever," he concludes, pulling you closer to him while you playfully hit at his chest.
Niall: You glared at the back of your boyfriends head as you put pots away in the kitchen while he lounged on the settee oblivious to your annoyance. If that was bad enough, it just made it worse that he had yet to acknowledge, perhaps even notice, that you'd been giving him the silent treatment all day since he'd made that comment this morning. Huffing, you move into the living taking a seat on the settee as far away from Niall as you could manage without being on the floor - a far cry from the usual way you two would cuddle up. Your gaze flickers to him every few seconds out of the corner of your eye as you curl yourself up into a ball, your chin resting on your knees. Eventually, you catch the glances he begins to throw you, the way his brows furrow in confusion, his lips turned down. He reaches out for you, a hand stroking your leg as he asks, "You ok babe? You've been dead quiet today,". You bite your tongue, focusing your attention forward at the television. "Do you not feel very well?" he asks once more, his tone so laced with concern that it makes you sigh in exasperation. "No," you frown, looking over at him, "I'm annoyed at you,". His mouth opens, startled, before he questions, "Is that why you've not really spoken to me all day?" you nod, "I thought you didn't feel well... That you wanted to be left alone,". You shrug, you gaze falling to where he's stroking your hand delicately, before mumbling, "I'm sorry. I should have asked you sooner,".
Liam: You and Liam rarely argue, rarely got too annoyed at one another, so when you did it was difficult to know how to react. You were stubborn, and as such you'd decided to simply ignore your boyfriend, going on like normal simply without acknowledging him - it was difficult though. You're sat on the settee, remote in hand as you aimlessly flick through the TV channels, not really concentrating. Liam is sat beside you on the settee, chatting aimlessly about a new programme he's recently gotten into - "It's good, funny you know? I think you'd like it. I mean I know you'd like it, we have the same type of humour and...". Eventually you give up, moving instead to the bedroom to read for a while. Five minutes later, Liam is poking his head round the door asking whether he can join you. The two of you sit on the bed in awkward silence, and it takes all your effort to try to focus on the words on the page. You tense slightly, feeling a shift of weight on the mattress beside you, Liam's breathe suddenly tickling your arm. "I'm sorry," he mumbles almost pathetically, "I don't like it when we don't talk, when we're not us. I don't want you to be mad at me,". You sigh, laying down your book beside you on the bed and turning to look at Liam, "I'm not mad at you, more... Annoyed,". He smiles slightly, "Well I don't like it when you're annoyed at me either," he quirks his eyebrow. You roll your eyes, a smile spreading across your features as he wraps an arm comfortingly around your waist.
Louis: "Oh so you're playing that game eh?" Louis eyes you suspiciously, finally catching on after you've been ignoring him for the past half hour. Again, you don't reply, and instead continue to look down at your phone, texting a friend. "Yeah well," he snaps, "Well two can play that game, let’s see how you like that eh?". You hum slightly in response, settling down further into the settee getting comfortable. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Louis moving around the room, engaging in different tasks but never staying in one place for too long. You do your best to hide your smirk as he keeps throwing evils back at you, continually sighing and huffing. You jump slightly as he laughs theatrically loudly at his phone, glaring at him as he practically shouts, "Ah Zayn! You are a funny one aren't you!". Moments later you hear him sigh, "Ok, I give up, I don't like this,". He moves to sit on the edge of where you lay on the settee, but still you don't respond. "I'm sorry, please please forgive me," he pauses, "Please just talk to me,". Out of the corner of your eye you notice the way he starts to smirk, and the next moment you're squealing loudly, his hands tickling wildly at your sides. "Please please please," he chants as he laughs, too strong for your hands to push him away. "Ah stop it," you squeal giddily, surprised when he actually does. He leans over, placing a delicate kiss to your forehead before saying, "I'm sorry," once more.
Zayn: You ignore the way the mattress dips beside you as Zayn climbs into bed, keeping your back to him as he does so. "(Y/N)," he whispers your name out into the dark but you don't respond, still annoyed from your fight earlier you pretend to be asleep. He sighs, and it's a moment before you feel him moving closer to you beneath the covers, his arms going to wrap around you, but you shuffle away from his touch. He freezes for a second and you hear him sigh as he retreats to his own side of the bed. The next morning you leave for work without waking him, and when you get home that evening he's still not back from his own work. There's a knock at the door, and you frown slightly as you go to answer it. "Forgot my keys," Zayn mumbles quietly as you open the door, shuffling past you without another word. Niall is also stood in the doorway, looking after his friend with an annoyed expression, "Do you know what's up with him? He's been bloody moody all day!". You chuckle a little at that as you nod, "We... We had a fight yesterday,". Niall rolls his eyes, pointing at you as he backs away from the door, "I'll leave you to it then,". You close the door, taking a deep breath before walking up behind Zayn in the kitchen, reaching on your tip toes so your chin rests on his shoulder and you whisper, "Hi,". He turns his head to the side, and you can see he's smiling as he whispers back, "Hey,".
Note: [request] I know practically nothing about medical diagnosis and the practicality of car accidents so please don't point out any inaccuracies, it's just fiction. Other than that, enjoy!
Liam: You were running. You could feel the way the pavement scratched at your feet, having not put on any shoes. You were shouting, calling out for Liam as you ran, pushing through the crowd that was gathering, but you could barely hear your own voice not matter how loud you screamed. Pushing away the last person, last obstacle in your way you caught sight of Liam your boyfriend lying face down, his leg twisted in an unnatural position. You gasp loudly, the sharp intake of breath jolting you out of your slumber. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the hospital room, Liam's hand still held tightly between both of your hands even in your sleep. You glance down at the garish green cast that now surrounded his entire left leg, thigh to toe. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel Liam's hand move in your hands - he'd been heavily sedated since the accident. You watch his face intently as his eyes flicker slowly, adjusting to the light, how his tongue licks at his lips in an attempt to moisten them, and mumbles softly, "Ow,". "Oh Liam," you laugh in relief, though you quickly become hysterical, showering the hand you held in feather light kisses. "I... car, a car hit me?" he mutters quietly, turning his head to the side to look at you, "Bad?". You smile through your tears and shake your head, "You've messed your leg up pretty bad, and you probably have slight concussion, but other than that and a few cuts and bruises you're great,". You watch him nod slowly, his finger searching for the button which would call the nurse for more pain killers, and you reach over and help him do it. As the nurse bustles into the room, smiling sweetly at the two of you as she administers the drug, Liam turns to you, "I got you flowers. The surprise, it was flowers,". "I know," you laugh lightly, tears still falling down your cheeks as you nuzzle your face into his arm, "I know,".
Louis: You tread down the now sadly familiar corridor towards Louis' hospital room . You'd come out pretty lucky yourself, only needing stitches and treatment for shock and concussion. Louis on the other hand had required surgery for internal bleeding around his organs - the operation had been a massive success, and now he was just on bed rest until he could be sent home. You push open the door quietly, smiling slightly at the sight of numerous bunches of flowers and stuffed animals that were dotted around the room - just a few of the get-well-soon gifts sent his way from fans. You watch as he glances up from the fan made book in his lap, a toothy smile spreading across his face, probably when he realises it's you and not one of the ''annoying' nurses. Your eyes never leave his face as you take a seat beside the bed - while the swelling may have gone down, his features were still dotted with bruises of varying shades - you were simply grateful that he'd pulled through so quickly. "Hey," he mumbles quietly, resting his hand above yours, "You look tired,". You shrug, biting your lip instead of confirming his concern. He frowns, head tilting to one side as he asks, "What's up?". You look down at your joined hands, cheeks blushing out of embarrassment as you admit, "Nightmares,". It was true - your subconscious had been replaying the accident over and over whenever your head hit the pillow, and that didn't make sleep a very enticing prospect. You don't realise that you've broken down into tears until Louis swings his legs round so they're hanging off the edge of the bed, and he's pulling you onto his lap, hugging you tightly. "Shh," he soothes gently in your ear, "It's ok, we're ok, we're both ok. I love you,".
Zayn: Half an hour later you're sat on the kerb behind the ambulance outside your house, a shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You sigh, looking over at Zayn who was further down the street, pacing angrily while Louis, Harry and Niall try to calm him down. You turn to smile at Liam beside you gratefully as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "You sure you're ok?" Liam asks you tentatively, his eyebrow raised in concern. You nod slowly, "Just a bit shook up, you know," you sigh once more as your gaze drifts back over to Zayn, where Harry's hands are currently placed on his chest, holding him back, "I wish he could just let it go, i'm fine,". Turns out the driver who'd driven straight into the back of you was drunk, way over the limit, a fact that infuriated Zayn, despite the driver ending up being in a much worse state than yourself. Liam nudges you slightly, and you turn your attention back to him, finding him smiling slightly down at you, "He cares about you a lot, we all do. He sees it as his job to protect you, to look after you," he nods in the direction of Zayn who now held his head in his hands, his face resting on Harry's shoulder while the others rub his back reassuringly, "Right now he feels as if he's let you down, that he's let himself down, because this happened and you got hurt,". Your jaw drops open at that, and Liam just nods certainly. You get to your feet, Liam holding your arm as you wobble slightly, catching your balance, and then you walk over to where Zayn and the others were collected. "Hey buddy," Harry mumbles, nudging Zayn as you approach. Zayn looks up, his eyes looking red and sore from crying, and catching sight of you he quickly rubs at his eyes before smiling, trying to look the tough man. "Zayn," whisper quietly, before breaking down in tears, and in seconds he dashes towards you and wraps his arms around you protectively. "I promise, as soon as that dick is out of hospital i'm going to sue him for every penny that he owns for this, I promise you," he assures you as he mumbles into your hair, rocking you slightly. You shake your head, still crying as you sniff, "No Zayn, just want you,".
Harry: It was a few days after the accident when you finally woke up from under sedation - you'd been banged up pretty badly, but you'd let out a sigh of relief when the doctor told you that you were going to make a full recovery, that it was just going to take time for bones to heal. You watch the nurse bustle around your room, setting up drips and fussing over you, questioning whether you had enough cushions. "Harry..." your voice drifts off, eyes focused on the nurse, "Is he here? I mean in -". "He's fine dear," she pauses, smiling warmly down at you for a moment before busying herself with the drips, "He's on a different ward, but he'll be free to go home in a day or two. You got the worst of it,". "Can I see him?" you question, voice croaky. "I'm afraid not dear," the nurse announces professionally as she walks towards the door, "The hospital doesn't allow inter-ward visits. I'll be back in an hour to check on you dear, press the button if you need me sooner..." her voice drifted out of the door. That evening you were unable to sleep, feeling uncomfortable under the injuries you'd suffered. You were about to call for the nurse for something to help you sleep when your door opened quietly. A boy with a mass of curly hair poked his head around the door, and your mouth stretched into a grin at the sight of him - specifically the sight of him looking well. "Harry," you whisper in delight, watching as he closes the door silently behind him then moves to sit beside you. Neither of you speak, and you notice how he seems to be finding it difficult to meet your eyes, his head bowed down. You reach out gently for his cheek, lifting his head to look at you as you whisper jokingly, "I'm not that ugly now am I?". You notice the tears in his eyes and your stomach drops. "I was jealous," he whispers, silent tears making tracks down his cheeks, "And now it's all my fault that we're in here, that you're in here. All my fault," he shakes his head, broken. It hurts you to see him so devastated, and you try to assure him, "It's not your fault Harry... We were both arguing, I was distracting you. But we're both going to be fine...". He holds your hand you his face, his eyes shutting closed as the tears continue, muttering over and over again, "I'm sorry, i'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I love you...".
Niall: You hear the thud as the car clips one side of your rear bumper. Your whole body tenses as the bumps causes Niall to lose control of your own car. "Fucking hell," Niall swears under his breath, trying his best to get your path to straighten out but it doesn't work. There's another bump, harder this time and it jolts you forward against the hold of your seatbelt, sending your car off the road and down a ditch. The impact winds you, the airbag exploding in your face making your feel claustrophobic. You hit at the air bag almost manically as you attempt to rid yourself of the intrusion as you gasp for air. "Shitting hell," you hear Niall mutter from beside you, and you look over to find him with his head in his hands. He turns to look at you, "Are you ok? Is anything hurting, are you good?". You rub your neck, wincing slightly as you do so, "Maybe just a bit of whiplash - you?". "I'm fine. I'm sorry," he reaches over, taking your hand and kissing it delicately, "Wait there, i'll help you out,". You watch as he attempts to open his car door, giving up moments later opting to climb through the window, before making his way round to your side and yanking your door open. He holds an arm around your waist delicately as you get out of the car, not letting you go as you both climb back onto the road. "The fucker just drove off!" Niall shouts in annoyance, "We could have been seriously hurt and he just drove off!". You sniff, pulling your coat more tightly around you as the wind starts to pick up before asking, "What do we do?". He looks down at you in concern, "Will you be ok to walk back to Louis'? It's closest. I can try calling people from there about the car but it's not going to get moved any time soon," he frowns slightly. You nod, nudging him to indicate the two of you should start walking. "Going to get an earful off Lou," he mumbles quietly, and you lean into his warmth a bit more, "Shouldn't have even tried to go home, should have just stayed there. I'm sorry babe," he leans over and kisses the top of your head, huddling his arms around you more tightly.
Note: [request] I know practically nothing about medical diagnosis and the practicality of car accidents so please don't point out any inaccuracies, it's just fiction. Other than that, enjoy!
Liam: "And you said you'd be home by now," you tease, falling back onto the settee and twirling a piece of hair between your fingers as your other hand holds the phone to your ear. "I know I did, but I promise the extra, what, ten minutes that i'll be to get home will be worth it," he replies down the line, and you can tell from his tone that he's smiling. You smirk slightly, your eyes glazing over as you look in the direction of the apartment window, "What are you up to Payne?". "Surprise," he answers simply, chuckling quietly in the knowledge that he must know he's driving you insane. "Aw," you mock pout, "I won't even ask for a clue, I know you're mean and won't give me one,". "You're right there," he laughs, a real belly laugh, and the sound alone makes your grin broaden, "So cruel me,". "How far away are you now? You walking?" you ask curiously, eyes focused on a chip of your nail varnish. "Yeah, just round corner now, passing bakery. So i'll be - agh!" before Liam can finish though, the sound of a loud thud, a groan and a squeal greets your ears through the handset.. You press the phone closer to your ear, holding it with both hands now as you strain to hear something, anything down the line. "Liam? Liam!" you repeat anxiously, your voice shaking - had that been a car? Why wasn't he replying? "Liam, talk to me! Please!".
Louis: Everyone experiences moments where time seems to move in slow motion, others where everything seems to just speed up. One moment you were laughing, looking over at your boyfriend in the driver’s seat as he sang along stupidly to the radio for your amusement, and then the next you're groaning loudly as your face hits the passenger side air bag. Your arms feel heavy as push the deflating air bag away, eyes narrowed as you look around you in confusion. You raise a hand to where your forehead hurts, finding blood on your fingers when you bring it back down. "Louis," you mutter quietly, throat dry, "Louis?". You turn to the side and find your boyfriends slumped against the steering wheel - his air bag hadn't released. "Louis!" you shout now as sheer desperation flows through your body, reaching out, but scared to touch his bloodied face for fear of causing him more injury. "Don't touch him love," you jump at a voice coming from your other side, and you turn to find a stranger talking to you through the window, "An ambulance is on the way, they'll look after him, they'll look after both of you - are you ok? Anything hurt?". Your brow furrows, and you ignore the impulse to wince, your mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. The rush of different emotions rushing through your body were making you feel disorientated, and suddenly you were aware that the feeling of something dripping slowly down your forehead was in fact blood, not tears. Above the sound of an approaching ambulance, you catch the sound of a quiet groan coming from the side of you. You turn to look at Louis once more, acknowledging the way his eye lids are flickering slightly as you whisper, "Louis,". A smile spreads across your face before you black out.
Zayn: "Do you have to go?" Zayn jokingly whines once more, his arm catching you around the waist and pulling you back to him, "I think you should stay,". You laugh, letting him press feather kisses to your neck, and then your cheek, "You know I have to go - I won't be long,". You turn in his arms, laughing as he sticks his bottom lip out at you. "But i'm going to be bored," he pouts, looking down at you with puppy eyes. "Yeah yeah," you roll your eyes, laughing still as you pull out of his grasps, "The boys are going to be here in like five minutes - i'm sure you'll be fine until then,". He walks down with you to the car, skipping in front slightly so that he can hold the door open for you. Once inside, you wind down the window, and Zayn rests his arms on the frame as he bends down. "Drive safe," he smiles crookedly. "Don't I always?" you tease beck, sticking out your tongue. "I know," he assures you, "I just care about you is all. Now, give us a kiss,". You smile, leaning towards him to place a brief kiss on his lips before turning the key. "See you later," you call out as he takes a step away from the car, waving you off. You check your mirrors and the back window - the roads completely clear - then you begin to slowly reverse off the drive. The sound of a whirring engine reaches your ears, and your gaze flickers to your side mirror. You break, the back of your car stuck out into the road only slightly, leaving plenty of room for the speeding car to go around you. You frown slightly as the car approaches, noting how dangerously they're driving, and you mutter under your breath, "Idiot,". Your gaze flickers back towards the house as you wait, Zayn still stood there. You watch how his eyes are focused beyond you, and as the seconds past they begin to widen in horror. Then all you can hear is the excruciating sound of metal hitting metal.
Harry: You huff, folding your arms in annoyance as you stare blankly out of the car window. "Don't go getting face on now," Harry snaps from the driver’s seat, and you can hear him breathing heavily. "What?" your head twists round to stare at him angrily, "It's ok for you to have face on and be mad but it's not ok for me to? Friggin' double standards Styles,". "I don't want to argue," he states blankly, staring forward at the road ahead. You twist in your seat to face him, "And you think I do? You're the one who started this Harry, getting all jealous for no reason!". "I wasn't jealous!" he counters, his voice louder than before, "He was a slimeball, that's all,". "Oh yes he was a slimeball - that's why the two of you were getting along so well before you called me over eh?" you jibe sarcastically, "He was talking to me Harry, what did you expect me to do? Just blank him? Ignore him for you and your ego's sake?". "No, I wasn't jealous," he snarls, hands tightening on the steering wheel, "I don't want to argue!". You huff, throwing him a glare before you turn to look back out of the window, silent. Moments pass before he perks up again, voice still strained, though controlled, and laced with annoyance, "Talk to me,". "You said you didn't want to argue," you point out - you were both well aware the two of you were too riled up to have a proper conversation. "I wasn't jealous!" he shouts suddenly, slamming his hand down onto the steering wheel. The action startles you, but your breath catches as you realise it's also caused Harry to lose control of the car. You can hear Harry mutter, "Shit, shit, shit," under his breath as he slams on the breaks. You fingers tighten in the edge of your seat, a scream ripping from your throat moments before the passenger side of the car collides with a tree.
Niall: "You sure you don't want to stay here tonight?" Louis frowns, looking past you and Niall stood in the doorway at the snow outside, "It doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon,". "We'll be fine mate," Niall assures his bandmate, clapping him on the back, "We've not got far to go,". "Yeah, i've got a meeting tomorrow I really can't miss," you shrug, biting your lip as you turn to look at your car waiting on the drive. "Yeah well, drive slow yeah?" Louis calls out after you as the two of you are climbing into the car, "And give us a ring when you get home!". Niall chuckles slightly as he fastens his seatbelt and you look over at him, eyebrows raised, "Nah, it's just times like this you can tell Lou's the oldest - he gets all mother hen on us,". You smile, looking out the window at you friend who was waving from the doorway, and you wave back, "It's sweet,". It takes a few goes to get the car moving, the wheels sliding on the ice, but eventually you're on the road, heading excruciatingly slowly back home. A while later as your own a country road, Niall sighs, "Why Louis thought it was a good idea to live out in the middle of nowhere, I don't know. Snows always ten times worse out here,". You chuckle slightly, knowing all too well Niall's impatience, "Yeah well, not everyone’s a big city dweller Niall,". He shrugs, a small smirk playing across his lips, "Yeah, but still. It's a hassle,". "You could say the same about the noisiness of living in a city," you tease back, causing him to laugh. You sigh quietly, feeling tired, and you lean back in your seat, trying to get more comfortable. Niall rests one of his hands on top of your knee for a moment before bringing back to the wheel, "Shouldn't be too long now love, roads won't be as bad when we reach the city,". Just then you notice Niall's gaze flicker to the rear view mirror and the way he frowns slightly. "He needs to slow the hell down," he mutters under his breath as you turn in your seat to look out the back window, catching sight of a car speeding up behind you, "Does he have a death wish?". As the car approaches, the driver appears to lose control, swerving across the road.
Zayn: "I'm home," you call, as always, as you step through the front door of the apartment, but this time you get no reply. You quirk an eyebrow as you wander through to the living room, finding Zayn lying on the settee, his head nodding to the beat of whatever was playing through his headphones. When he sees you he smiles, pulling the buds out his ears and sitting up, "Hey love, how's your day been?". "Alright," you sigh with a small smile, sitting down between his legs and kissing him softly, "Listening to anything good?". He smiles again, even more enthusiastically, "Little Mix's new album - management let us have a preview. Listen," he hands you one of the buds, replacing the other in his own ear, "There's this one track, and the riff is just great. And you should hear Perrie on it - on another level!". Your smile becomes more forced at his praise for his ex-girlfriend - not that you were jealous or anything. You nod along slightly to the beat, as Zayn had been moments before, watching his face beam as it reaches Perries solo, "Well she's certainly got a right voice on her,". "Tell me about it," he agrees, before turning the music off and getting to his feet, "You hungry? I'll sort tea if you want?". "That'd be nice," you smile, getting to your feet too and kissing his cheek as you pass him towards the bedroom to get changed. Once changed into your pyjamas, you opt to lie on the bed for a while, flicking through your phone in an attempt to distract you from all thoughts of Zayn and Perrie. As you refresh your twitter feed though, one tweet catches your eye, sent just moments ago, '@zaynmalik: @LittleMixOffic Just been listenin to new tracks! so good ;) Perrie just keeps getting better and better! good luck girls'. Your stomach tightens, and your eyes widen as you hear Zayn call, "Foods done babe!". You don't move, and not matter how hard you try to can't take your eyes off the tweet that’s sending jealousy rushing through your veins.
Niall: "How was America then?" you ask your boyfriend with a smile as you settle on the settee beside him. "Awesome," he grins back, his arm automatically dropping around your shoulders. The One Direction boys had been flown over to America last minute to perform on the XFactor USA. "Get up to much while you were there?" you ask curiously, pinching a few of the grapes from the bowl he was holding. "Well, we did the show you know," he starts to explain, his eyes glazing over slightly, "It's so different to how we do it over here, like the behind the scenes stuff. Got to see Demi again too,". You look away at that - though you were aware that the two of them had never been a couple, Niall had made it no secret in the past before he met you that he had a thing for her. You're drawn out of your thoughts by Niall chuckling to himself beside you, shaking his head, "She's a nutter - does a good job as being a judge though. We ended up going out for a meal... It was nice,". "Oh," you mumble, biting your lip as you turn your attention towards the TV, feeling your cheeks reddening in emotion. Seconds later the arm wrapped around you squeezes, and Niall leans over to kissing lightly beside your ear before reassuring you, "Not like that love, all of us went out for a meal, the boys, all the team, everyone,". You're blushing from embarrassment now as you turn your head slightly, catching the slight smirk on his face. He goes on when you don't say anything, his tone smug, "Though i'll admit I quite like the fact you get jealous about me,". You narrow your eyes at him for a second before laughing, pushing the remaining grape you're holding into his lips, causing him to join in with your laughter.
Liam: Liam groans as he throws his mobile down beside the open suitcase lying on the bed, and you lean in the bedroom doorway watching him. "What's up babe?" you ask quietly, though you suspect you already know the reason why. The boys had only been back home for a few days, but this afternoon management had called them with last minute promotion work they now had to do, meaning they had to leave, again, tonight. "I can't get in touch with Dani, I wish she'd just pick up!" he whines, throwing a few tshirts unneatly into the case before reaching for the phone and dialling once more. You straighten yourself slightly, your arms folding across your chest, not speaking until he hangs up the phone yet again, "Why do you need Danielle?". "Loki," he answers simply, heading back towards the wardrobe, "Need to sort out either her picking him up or me dropping him off with her before I go. But she's not picking up,". You sniff slightly, moving into the room and sitting on the space on the bed, "I can look after him... You know I can look after him,". He turns to look at you, a sad smile spreading across his features as he makes his way over to you, "I know, and I know you'd do a wonderful job of it," he kisses your forehead lightly, "But he's Dani's dog. We agreed when we... Split up, that she would have him whenever I was away because of work,". You nod, looking away through the doorway where you could see Loki rolling on the floor of the living room, chewing at one of his toys. "I could keep trying to ring her if you like?" you offer, forcing a small smile as you look back at your boyfriend, "While you finish packing?". "Thank you," he replies sincerely, kissing you quickly before returning to packing his bag as you reach for his abandoned phone.
Louis: You can hear Louis huffing from across the room, a sure sign that he's pissed off about something. You wander up behind the settee where he's sat, letting your hands rest on his shoulders where you gently massage them, "What's up babe?". He sighs, tilting his head to one side slightly to give you better access, "Eleanor called,". "Oh yeah?" you ask curiously, half listening as you focus your attention on relaxing your boyfriend. "Yeah," he begins to explain, "The press have been at her a lot lately apparently, you know, demanding for interviews and what not. She's getting sick of it,". You frown slightly at that, pausing in your ministrations, "Surely that would have stopped by now? You two haven't been together in over a year,". He nods, "You'd think so, but obviously not. They don't know when to let up," he pauses for a moment, "She was really upset when she rang - it's affecting her job,". You resume your massaging, "What does she expect you to do though? Surely it's out of your hands now, it's her problem,". Louis tenses beneath your hands before jumping to his feet, "Of course it's still my problem!" he snaps suddenly, turning to look at you, "Just like it's my problem when the press start attacking you!". You frown slightly, shrugging, "I know Lou, and I didn't mean it like that. I just...". He sighs deeply, holding his hand out for you, guiding round the settee til you're stood in front of him, "I know," he kisses both your cheeks lightly, "But I still feel bad - if she'd never dated me in the first place she wouldn't be having all this hassle now,".
Harry: "I feel so out of my depth here," you mutter quietly, holding onto Harry's arm as if your life depended on it as he guides the two of you through the heaving party. As you glance around the room your gaze flickers from celebrity to celebrity, and with each turn of your head you feel even more out of place. "You shouldn't," Harry turns his head slightly to smile down at you, "You look beautiful,". You roll your eyes at his compliment, but you can't help but smile slightly. "Come on," he smiles lightly, transferring your hold from his arm to his hand, as he continues to guide you to his supposed destination. "Haz?" the two of you hear someone call, and both your heads flick around to see who it was. "Caroline?" you watch the grin spread across Harry's face at the sight of his face, the two of you taking a few steps to the left towards her. You feel his hand leave yours as he leans forward to hug Caroline, the two of them laughing lightly at something you didn't quite catch. You stand awkwardly beside your boyfriend and his ex as the two of them catch up very animatedly - you're very aware that Harry has yet to introduce you, nor has he taken hold of your hand again like he usually would. "Oh Caroline," Harry exclaims suddenly, turning to look at you with a beaming smile, reaching out to take your hand and pull you a step forward, "This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). This is Caroline,". You smile shyly, eyes widening slightly as Caroline unexpectedly leans forward to wrap her arms briefly around you, "It's great to meet you - Harry's told me a lot about you. You're so cute together,". You’re at a loss for words, your gaze flickering between her and Harry in confusion, simply smiling politely. "Indeed," Harry smiles, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss to the top of your head, "I've never been happier,".
Note: [request] health warning: keep in mind the context of this is a university in the UK, where everyone will be above drinking age, and drinking is a massive part of student culture here so... Just keep that in mind if you find it hard to relate to
Harry: Your eyes narrow as all of a sudden the room is full of whispers, whispers loud enough that could be heard above the music. You turn yourself to where everyone's gaze fell, swaying slightly in your drunken state, and your jaw drops open when you catch sight of your flat mate and best friend hugging none other than One Directions Harry Styles. Someone dropping their drink on the counter drags the majority of people’s attention away from the new guest, as some of the others start chanting, "Lick it up! Lick it up!". You chuckle slightly at the sight of the embarrassed boy before making your way across the room to your flat mate. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, and she leans into you in a similarly drunk state as the two of you giggle. "You know," you drunkenly whisper, "I thought you were lying when you said you knew Harry Styles,". Her face scrunches up as she laughs, snorting, "Known him since we were babies haven't I Hazza?". He smiles amusedly, his gaze flickering between the two of you as he replies, "That's right,".
Zayn: "Hurry your arse up in there! Some of us need a piss!" you shout, slamming your fist against the bathroom door in annoyance. You'd only been waiting two seconds but you were already becoming impatient - you'd broken the seal an hour ago and had been running back and forth to the toilet ever since. "Come on!" you whine, leaning against the door now, your cheek pressed up against the cool wood. "Alright, alright," you hear quietly before the door is swung open. You squeal in terror as you fall forward into the bathroom, a quick scream escaping your throat as you're caught, inches before your face would have planted with the floor. "Woah there, you alright?" the amused voice of whoever owned the arms that had caught you laughs from above, "How much have you had already?". As you get to your feet and straighten yourself out, you find yourself face to face with popstar Zayn Malik. In your drink-fuelled embarrassment you don't manage to find your voice, instead your mouth simply opens and closes as you gesture randomly. Zayn shakes his head as he chuckles at your confusion before adding, "You go to the toilet, i'll go fetch you another drink yeah?".
Niall: You were aware that Niall Horan - the blonde irish one from One Direction - was at your flats party. It was impossible not to know as the guests buzzed about it from the moment he stepped in - he was a friend of a friend of your flat mate or something. While all the other tipsy party guests bombarded him with questions (you'd caught an, "How big is Liam Payne exactly in the showers?") and requests for pictures and autographs, you on the other hand had purposefully kept your distance - making a fool out of yourself in front of your friends was one thing, but in front of someone famous, and gorgeous? Not so much. You're sat on the settee, sipping your drink as you laugh at some of the boys playing on the xbox. "Come on, whens it my go!" you whine until one of the guys reluctantly hands over his controller to you. Moments later they're letting out surprised cheers at how you can actually play it well. You jump slightly when you feel someone land on the settee beside you, falling into you slightly, and you turn to find that it's Niall Horan himself. He beams at you, and you suddenly feel completely awestruck as he asks, "What're we playing then?".
Liam: "I don't want to sing," you whine, pulling against your friends who were dragging you forward towards the TV, "No... I'm not drunk enough for this!". Your friend laughs, snatching a bottle of something out of a nearby persons hand and holds it out to you with a smirk, "Down it,". Your eyes narrow, flashing her a scowl as you reluctantly bring the bottle to your lips knowing you wouldn't be able to contest her. "Alright then," you sigh, feeling the effects of the burning alcohol already, "Where's the mic?". You laugh as your friends slap you on the back, chanting , "Atta girl! We've picked out a song for you,". A grin spreads across your face and the opening beats of What Makes You Beautiful blares out from the TV speakers, and you forget where you are for a moment as you give the song your best. You bow at the round of applause your drunken performance earns before turning your head to the boy who had just walked up to you. "Very good," he smiles warmly, and your eyes widen when you realise it's Liam Payne, and then he teases, "But I think you owe me another drink since you stole mine,". You stare between your friends and him, before shouting at your flat mates in annoyance, "You made me steal his drink and butcher his song? How's that fair!" earning you laughs from all around.
Louis: You're twirling and laughing with your friends on the makeshift dancefloor - your flats tiled kitchen area. "S'cuse me love -" you hear someone mumble politely behind you as they try to get to where the drinks are lined up on the side. But it's too late, as you turn, slamming right into the stranger. "Oh shit, i'm sorry!" you babbles immediately, reaching out and attempting to wipe away the growing stain on the guys t-shirt with just your hands. He chuckles, "It's alright,". You look up into his face, your eyes widening when you realise it's Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. You retract your hands from where they'd been resting on his chest as if you'd been shocked, instead covering your face with them to hide your growing blush, "Oh my god, I can't believe this! This could only happen to me!". "Hey," he soothes, and you let your hands drop to your sides as he rests a hand on your upper arm, "It's ok... I just have a lovely purple stain down my top now. We can pretend it's a fashion statement or something," he shrugs, chuckling slightly. You relax at that, a small smile spreading across your features as you tease, "Well you're wearing it well,".
Niall: His hands slam onto Paul’s chest, fingers tightening on his shirt as he asks desperately, "Have you seen (Y/N)? Tell me you saw where she went!". Paul’s eyes widen as he stumbles out an apology but he's already lost Niall's attention as he looks desperately out at the passers-by enjoying the sun but he doesn't catch sight of you. He runs his fingers through his hair stressfully, a million thoughts running through his head as he looks around helplessly. (Y/N) can't speak spanish - she's not even going to be able to ask anyone for help!. Just then he hears someone shout, and he whirls around to the sound of his name, a grin spreading across his features as he catches sight of you jogging towards him. He takes a few steps forward to meet you, his hands immediately falling to your hips as you look up at him, blushing as you mumble, "I got lost,". Niall rolls his eyes, pulling you in for a hug - too proud to let you see how worried he'd really been - as he mumbles, "You had me worried for a moment there - how could I have explained to your dad that i'd lost you in Spain?".
Liam: His eyebrows furrow as he watches his bandmate walking towards where he was sat, "Where's (Y/N)?". Niall looks around the area the band had occupied with a look of confusion on his face, "She headed back before me - said I was taking too long to decide what I wanted,". Niall lets out an amused laugh, cutting off almost immediately though as he catches sight of Liam’s serious expression. His bandmates watch on as Liam pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialling your number, a frown crossing his face when he hears your ring tone coming from your jacket pocket. He sits around for a bit, pretending he's a lot calmer than he actually is. His head is turning this way and that, gaze darting towards places where he's sure he just heard your voice. Ten minutes pass and Liam's marching towards one of the front desks, pushing past other disgruntled customers. "Could (Y/F/N) please come to the customer service desk, your boyfriend is waiting for you. That's (Y/F/N) to the customer service desk, just follow the signs,". Mere minutes later you're in Liam's sight, your hands covering your cheeks in an attempt to hide your blush. You burrow your face into Liam's chest, mumbling, "That was the most embarrassing thing ever! Everywhere looks the same!".
Harry: He looks over at you with a smirk as you groan at the sight out of the window. "Why won't they just go away," you whine as the two of you get up, making your way to the paparazzi and fan swarmed exit. "It kind of comes with the territory," Harry jokes light-heartedly, his hand hovering on your lower back as he guides you out of the restaurant, "Sorry about that,". One step out the door and they hit the pair of you like a ton of bricks. His vision blurs from the flashing lights, and the shouting and screaming all around makes it feel as if he's submerged. In that moment however the only thing he is consciously aware of is the fact that he's lost you. "(Y/N)!" he shouts, roughly pushing away the photographers in his way as he looks around desperately for a glimpse of you. He's scolding himself for not holding onto you like he should have, like a good boyfriend should have in this situation as his head swivels in an attempt to catch sight of you. He almost growls as the security team push him towards the car away from the onslaught, still not having found you. As his body crashes into the side of the car, above the noise he hears a gasp, and turns to look to his left, a smile spreading across his face as he catches sight of you. He reaches out, taking your hand tightly and pulling you swiftly into the back of the car with him, his lips showering your face in light kisses as he whispers, "I'm sorry, i'm so sorry,".
Zayn: "How about a -" Zayn begins to ask, looking over his shoulder and cutting off mid-question when he realises you're no longer there. He stops mid-step on the high street, looking around to see if you'd fallen behind but he can't see you. Pulling out his phone he dials your number, getting no answer. He groans, looking around once more, eyes widening when he catches sight of a group of small girls a little while away who were looking at him. Ducking his head he walks back in the direction he'd just come from, looking up every now and then for something familiar - you'd brought him to your home town and he was clueless as to where he was. He quickens his step upon hearing the whispers of the growing group of girls, confirming who he actually was - the last thing he needed when he already felt so lost and disorientated was to have to put on a brave face for some fans. Looking down at his feet, Zayn ends up bumping into someone walking out of a shop, "Oh shit, I'm sorry -" he starts, only to be cut off. "Zayn!" you sigh with relief, "Where did you get to?". A smile spreads across his face as he takes your hand, holding it tightly as he promises himself to never let go til you're both safely back at your parents’ house, "You don't know how happy I am to see you,".
Louis: "Where is she?" Louis snaps at the other boys for what feels like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. "Calm down Lou," Harry tries to soothe, looking over at his friend in concern, "It's only been half an hour - (Y/N) isn't stupid, she's got her wits about her,". The six of you had been out shopping when the boys had been bombarded with fans and you'd been pushed out of the picture - you'd still yet to turn up back at the apartment. "But what if one of the fans recognised her? It'd scare her shitless!" he moans, raking his fingers through his hair, "If anything's happened to her I swear,". "Look, we'll go out and have a walk around yeah? Back at the shops?" Liam suggests, getting to his feet, "See if she's still hanging about round there,". "I'll come with you," Louis jumps to his feet in an instant, frowning when Liam shakes his head. "No mate," Liam explains, placing his hand on his shoulder, "Odds are (Y/N) will be on her way back here now, you should be here when she gets in,". He nods stiffly, understanding but not happy at feeling so helpless. That second the sound of the apartment door greets the boy’s ears, and five pairs of eyes turn to look, finding you smiling as you walk into the apartment, "Hi,". "(Y/N)," Louis lets out a sigh of relief, running forward and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.
1D PREF #214; He tries to help you conquer a fear...
Harry: [Spiders] "That’s it," Harry whispers encouragingly by your ear, "That's it, just slowly put the glass over it,". You inch forward with held breath as you attempt, under Harry's encouragement, to capture the spider. Before you can complete the mission however, the eight-legged creature moves centimetres to the left. A terrified squeal erupts loudly from your throat and you spin, moving yourself until you're behind Harry, your face hidden in his back. You feel his body shake slightly from his laughter, "It's more scared of you than you are of it!". You wait a few moments before you reply, waiting for your breathing to steady somewhat, "I'm not so sure about that,".
Niall: [Scary Films] "Ah!" you scream, hand clutching your chest as you breath heavily, then sigh in relief moments later, "Oh it was just the wind,". You jump slightly in your seat, before relaxing once more when you feel Niall's arm fall across your shoulders, "This film isn't even scary babe. It's more laughable than scary,". You turn to scowl at your boyfriend - it was he after all who'd forced you to watch the damn thing even though he knew you didn’t like them - "May to you they are,". Another loud bang from the scream causes you to scream once more, your eyes flickering to the screen for a second before you burrow yourself under Niall's arm, eyes shut tight, "Shit it wasn't the wind!".
Liam: [Rollercoasters] "I hate you," you mutter darkly as you look over at your boyfriend who had a smug smile on his face. "Hey don't be like that, you promised," Liam places his hands on your hips, twisting you slightly from side to side in your place in the long queue, "You'll love it - you'll get off the ride and wonder what all this fuss was about,". You scoff, eyes drifting towards part of the track that was nearby, and as its screaming passengers pass by in a zoom you can't help but gulp anxiously. Once you stand up after the ride has finished, your legs are shaking and you shut your eyes, desperately trying to level out your breathing. "I'm sorry babe..." Liam murmurs beside you, his arms on your shoulders. You open your eyes and force a slight smile before saying, "Never make me go on a rollercoaster ever again, please,".
Louis: [Crowds] Your eyes widen as you take in the mass of photographers, and then the crowds behind them. Your vision starts to blur, a combination of the nonstop flashing lights and the adrenaline rushing through your body. Louis hand squeezes your own and even over the noise you hear his whisper, "I'm right here, it's ok. You're doing so well,". His almost constant words of reassurance and encouragement since the two of you had stepped onto the red carpet were the only thing keeping the tight smile on your face for the pictures. You gasp the moment he releases your hand, turning your head wildly to look at him, but a second later you feel his arm wrap around your waist. "Shh," he soothes, leaning forward to gently kiss your cheek, "I'm here, i'm not going to let you go,".
Zayn: [Flying] "Are you sure you want to do this babe?" Zayn asks quietly. "Yes," you snap back instantly, harsher than you'd intended. You turn to look at your boyfriend, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you quickly apologise, "I'm sorry,". "It's ok babe, I know you don't mean it," he nods, understanding as he leans over and kisses your forehead, "I was the same the first time I went on a plane... But I hate seeing you like this, we could sort -". "No," you interrupt just as sternly, your jaw tensing as you hear the engines starting up nearby, "I have to do this I don't have a choice. I don't want to not see you for six months,". You squeeze your eyes shut tight as the plane starts to vibrate. Beside you Zayn's thumb rubs reassuring circles on your palm, and he leans closer to sing quietly by your ear.
1D PREF #213; You're sick while he's away on tour...
Zayn: You sigh looking down at the seventh text you'd had that day off your boyfriend Zayn asking the same thing, 'Please Skype tonight babe, been planning this for ages. I miss you :( xx'. You sniff before typing out a reply, 'Can't babe sorry. I'm so ill and I look a right state :( you don't want to see that trust me xx'. Over the day he wears you down, though when you open your laptop that night to wait for his call you still feel self-conscious of your puffy face and snotty nose. You wrap your dressing gown around you a little tighter, shivering slightly as you accept the call. "Aw babe," the corner of Zayn's lips droop as he catches sight of your sorry state. "I told you," you snort as you laugh lightly, the action making your chest tense. Your conversation is short, Zayn feeling guilty for keeping you awake when you were so obviously unwell, but it lightens your spirits nonetheless. "Goodnight beautiful," Zayn blows a kiss through the screen to which you roll your eyes, causing him to frown as he adds, "You always look beautiful to me, you just don't have a clue,". You smile sadly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the wish he was back home looking after you, "I miss you,". He sighs, tilting his head to the side, "I do too, but it’s not long now. Just a week. Feel better babe,".
Louis: "Yes Louis?" You smile slightly as you pick the phone up to your boyfriend yet again. "I just wanted to check on how you were feeling? Have the painkillers kicked in yet?" he asks worriedly. While you were beginning to feel his overprotectiveness was unnecessary, you couldn't help but be flattered and warmed by the genuine concern he was showing. "I still feel just as crap as I did half an hour ago Lou," you roll your eyes, pushing yourself up so you're sat on the bed, "Need to give them a chance to work yet,". There's silence on the other end of the phone line for a moment before he speaks, "I wish I was there to help look after you. I was going to talk to our tour manager, see if we could postpone a couple of shows so I could -". "Louis!" You interrupt sharply, coughing slightly at the attempt, "No way! Stop it, think of how many fans you'd disappoint?". "I know," he sighs, his voice sounding strained, "I just feel so helpless being in an entirely different country while your ill. I'm the worst boyfriend ever, I should be with you,". You could imagine him raking his fingers through his hair. "Louis stop it," you reply softly, "I just have flu and you're doing your job,". You hear a hum in reply so you continue, "I'm going to try have a nap now, so wait a couple of hours before you ring again yeah? Have a good show tonight, I'll be dreaming of you,". You smile as the sound of Louis' laughter greets your ears, "Will do love. I hope you feel better,".
Niall: "Are you alright babe?" Niall asks, and you watch him raise his eyebrow sceptically on the screen. "Yeah, course," you reply somewhat shakily as you attempt to appear fit and healthy rather than suffering from flu. He sits back a bit from the screen, but even in the dark lighting you can see his brows furrow, "Are you sure about that?". "Yeah, course," you repeat squeakily as you repress a shiver. He pauses for a moment before speaking again, "Don't lie to me (Y/N), not when i'm this far away - i'll only worry more,". You sigh sadly, obviously pulling a blanket towards you and around you now, "Fine, I feel like absolute shit and I wish you were here and not somewhere half way around the world,". "I'm sorry," he responds immediately, and the apology instantly makes you feel guilty. "No, no, I'm sorry," you shake your head and wave your hand, "Ignore me, i'm ill and you know that just makes me over emotional and my head frazzled," you try to laugh it off as a joke but the silence that follows is tense. You jump as Niall lets out an unexpected groan as he bashes his fist on the mattress beside him, "I wish I could be there to help you! I want to know that you're getting better otherwise i'm just going to worry,". Instinctually you reach out and stroke the screen, your fingers hovering over the image of his face. He chuckles slightly, realising what you were doing and you pull your hand back quickly, blushing slightly, "I'll be fine," you promise him nodding, "It's just flu,".
Harry: You groan as you push yourself into a sitting position on the bed so as to reach your phone that was vibrating, telling you you'd received a message. You smile down at the screen, flopping back into a lying position as you read the message from your boyfriend. 'To (Y/N): I'm just about ready to ditch rehearsals and jump on a plane back home xx'. Hastily you type out a reply, 'To Harry: Think there'd be a lot of not happy people if you did that xx'. 'To (Y/N): I don't care, you're ill. I should be with you, looking after you xx'. 'To Harry: As much as I love you for that fact, you know you can't come home yet and I wouldn't let you xx'. 'To (Y/N): You shouldn't be on your own though, what if you need something? xx'. 'To Harry: I'm fine, I can look after myself xx'. 'To (Y/N): You shouldn't have to xx I wish I was there xx'. 'To Harry: Even if you were here no one would let you within a million miles of me :P We can't have you getting tonsillitis! xx'. 'To (Y/N): Well maybe I don't care :P We could be poorly together xx'. 'To Harry: Well you should care, you'd have your head bitten off xx'. 'To (Y/N): Well I don't xxxxxx'. 'To Harry: Well you should xxxxx'. 'To (Y/N): I love you xx'. 'To Harry: I love you too xx'. 'To (Y/N): I have to go now, Zayn's going to bite my head off if I don't put my phone away xx'. 'To Harry: See I told you! You should listen to me more :P Have fun love xx'. 'To (Y/N): I hope you feel better soon, sleep tight xxx'. You smile as you let your phone drop onto the bedside table, taking a sip of your warm tea in an attempt to soothe the aching of your throat.
Liam: "How are you?" Liam asks down the phone. "Annoyed," you grumble, which causes you to cough. You hear a faint laugh down the other end of the line, "I meant how are you feeling?". "Annoyed," you repeat stubbornly before adding, "And like i've been hit by a truck. Don't I have great timing?". You'd been due to travel out to where the boys currently were on their tour and stop with them for a few days, but you'd caught some kind of sickness bug and couldn't risk travelling. "Babe, you can't help being poorly," Liam tries to soothe over the phone. You sigh sadly, leaning back against your pillows as you mumble, "I'm sorry... You said you were looking forward to it so much... I was looking forward to seeing you and -". Don't," he replies somewhat sternly before his voice lightens again, "Don't apologise for something you can't control... We'll sort something else out. Just need to focus on you getting better for now,". You groan at the reminder of your ill state, your stomach churning slightly, "Ugh I feel awful Li," you whimper. "I wish I could do something... Do you want me to ring my mum to come round and help you for a bit? Do you some soup and stuff?" he offers. "What? No! I'm fine!" you try to insist, "I can look after myself,". He chuckles again, "We both know that’s not the case when you're ill, you basically turn into an invalid. I'll call mum for you,". "Hey!" is all you can protest, feeling too weak for anything else.