Zayn: You fan your hands rapidly in front of your face in an attempt to create some kind of breeze. "How do you do this?" you whine, breathing deeply, "How do you seem fine when i'm dying of heat stroke over here?". Zayn shrugs, smirking as he wipes away the beads of sweat on your forehead, "I guess just with touring a lot, we learnt to acclimatise quickly,". You groan, resting your head against the table top, "I never thought i'd be wishing for the rain and wind back home,". He reaches over to rub your arm, concerned, "(Y/N) we should get you inside for a while, the room has air con,". You nod, pushing back your chair and heading towards the hotel, wary of shaky steps. "(Y/N)!" you hear Zayn shout, but as if he was miles away. You take another step forward, feeling yourself losing balance, but before you manage to hit floor you feel something grab your waist.
Louis: "Oh buggery shit shit shit fuck shit bugger!". The shout jolts you awake from your nap. "Oh crap man, get the first aid kit," another voice drifts down the tour bus. A feeling of panic sets in your stomach as you get up and makes your way to the kitchen area where the others were gathered, stumbling slightly with your steps as the bus passes over a speed bump. "What's going on, what's happening?" you ask, moving to stand by Niall. You gasp, hand flying to cover your mouth as take in Louis, a bloody gash across his palm and wincing while Paul tends to it. "Oh god no," you mutter, your hand moving to cover your eyes, while you hold your other to your stomach. You’re torn between desperately wanting to look after your boyfriend, to make sure he's ok, and your fear of blood. You start to feel yourself going dizzy, and you stumble to one of the benches and sit down. "(Y/N), are you ok?" Niall questions, looking at you suspiciously. You struggle to respond, you eyelids becoming heavier. Just before you blackout, your hear Louis shout, "As if one casualty isn't bad enough,".
Niall: Your eyes of squeezed shut as you hold the bridge of your nose with one hand, taking several slow, deep breaths. "Ni," you mutter quietly, careful not to be loud enough to disturb the meeting, "I need something to eat,". You look over to the side where Niall smiles, nodding, "There won't be long left now," he mumbles back, "We'll go get something as soon as it's done, promise,". Your breathe shudders, "No Niall, I really need something to eat. Now," you were really beginning to regret not having breakfast. He squeezes your hand tightly beneath the table in response. You whine quietly, feeling your skin begin to heat up, your stomach tightening uncomfortably as you squeeze your eyes shut once more. The next thing you know your cheek is against the wooden table and there are several faces hovering above yours. You groan as you push yourself up carefully, "I told you I really needed food," you mutter without thinking. Beside you Niall passes you a selection of snacks from the vending machine, a sorry look on his face, "I'm sorry babe, I didn't realise you thought you were going to faint,".
Liam: You open your eyes, squinting at the brightness of the room. You groan, your head stinging as you push yourself into a sitting position, mumbling under your breath, "Shit,". You glance around the room, realising you're in the bedroom frown - the last you remember you were in the kitchen. "She's up! She's awake!" the shout makes you jump and you whip your head around to the door, finding Liam rushing into the room. He sits down beside you on the edge of the bed, "How do you feel?" he questions, biting his lip. "Like i've been hit by a train," you chuckle slightly, "My head hurts," you wince as you touch the delicate spot on the back of your head. You watch on as Liam pouts, "That's my fault. When you fell you hit the back of your head - I couldn't get to you in time, none of us could,". You frown, brows knitting together, "What do you mean I fell? I was making lunch,". He smiles, somewhat painfully, his eyes sad as he brushes a few pieces of hair out of your face, "You fainted love,".
Harry: "Well that was scary," Harry's voice rings slightly as he kisses your forehead gently, "Are you ok?". You frown, eyes narrowing as you take in the small, white wash room you found yourself in. A squeeze of your hand draws your attention back to Harry. "Where are we?" you ask him quietly, your voice slightly panicked, "What's happening? I thought I was in bed, I thought I was asleep...". You trail of, eyes widening as you look around the unfamiliar room once more. "Hey, shh," he soothes, taking hold of both your hands reassuringly, "We're in the shopping centres medical room. You fainted,". "I... I fainted?" you stutter, finding it all difficult to understand - you could have sworn you'd been at home in bed. He nods, and you know he's telling the truth by the way his eyes are round with worry. "We were just walking, and then you kind of mumbled my name and then you were falling," he explains, shaking his head as if trying to banish the memory, "I didn't know what was happening. I caught you and you weren't responding. It was kind of terrifying,".
1D PREF #250; 'Almost is never enough' by Ariana Grande (ft. Nathan Sykes) inspried...
Harry: "Like I could ever take you seriously Styles," you roll your eyes, leaning away slightly "I know you're just a massive flirt,". He mock pouts, "Other people take me seriously all the time,". You poke his chest, "Guess I just know you better then eh?". He meets your gaze for a long moment, licking his top lip as he smirks before dropping his head, laughing slightly, "This has been... Good. I'm glad I bumped into your here, it's been too long,". You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes teasingly, "Surprisingly, I think I can say the same to you. You've made this dull party a lot more enjoyable,". He leans in slightly, his eyes playful as he whispers, "Oh have I now?". Before you can reply, you find yourself hindered of speech by Harry's closeness. You feel your heartbeat speeding up, as both of your gazes flicker between eachothers eyes and lips, moving in closer painfully slowly. The pause goes on too long though and the moments lost as you both pull away awkwardly. You sit in silence for a moment before rising to your feet, and he watches you, startled, "Best go show some of the others some time of day eh?" you bite your lip nervously, "Nice seeing you yeah, Harry?".
Liam: "Well it was never..." you start, nervous even to speak. The two of you sat awkwardly at the table, both of you avoiding eachothers gazes. "Serious?" Liam suggests. "Was it?" you question, unsure, and he shrugs, "And I mean, you have to -". "- Travel," he finishes your sentence for you, "And you have your job as well so,". You nod, "And trying to find a balance with that would be -". "- Hard," he agrees, "I mean it's definitely do-able, but it's a question of whether it's worth it when...". You smile slightly, voicing the words Liam had difficulty saying, "When we were never a serious thing in the first place,". He peers over at you and smiles shyly, nodding. You clap your hands on your knees, suddenly feeling urgent to leave, "So that's that then? This... Whatever it was is -". "- No more?" Liam suggests as both of you get to your feet. You smile gratefully, pausing for a moment before giving him an awkward hug, "Bye then,". "Bye (Y/N)," he calls after you as you head towards the apartment door, "Good luck with everything,".
Zayn: Your gaze flits around the club, taking in its patrons in varying states of drunkenness. You stiffen however, as your sight falls upon Zayn - your sort of ex - across the club by the bar. You bite your lip, though unable to take your eyes off him. Seeing him now you knew the two of you were right to not give things a try - he sat there with his bandmates, other famous people and generally cool and attractive looking people, while you were with your perfectly normal, though amazing, friends. You were from entirely different worlds. Just then Zayn looks up and over, and your breath catches for a second when he first meets your gaze. After a long moment he smiles, waving shyly over at you, which you return. You turn your gaze back to your friend, though your attention remains fixated on the boy across the club, attempting to convince yourself you most definitely didn't feel the electric that you had with him before.
Niall: "Maybe this is it?" Niall suggests, flopping back on the settee with a large sigh, "Maybe this was just how far we were meant to play out?". You'd been due to move in with eachother, but the constant bickering between the two of you over your trial weekend had left you both thinking differently. You move to kneel beside him, "It was good though wasn't it? We had fun, for this long,". He turns to look at you, his smile wide, and he reaches out to take your hand and squeeze it, "Yeah (Y/N). These past two months have been... Well they've been great,". You squeeze his hand back, grateful, "We can leave this on good terms then yeah?". "Definitely," he nods, assuredly. The two of you laugh as you move around his apartment, collecting all your things for you to leave. At the door he takes your bags from your hands and drops them to the floor, pulling you in for a tight hug. "Ah, i'll miss you (Y/N)," he sighs, kissing your forehead. You roll your eyes slightly, both of you still smiling, "Do good yeah Ni? I'll be keeping my ear out for you guys,". With that you pick up your bags and leave. With each step you take down the corridor your smile fades, and you can't beat the feeling that you might have forgotten something.
Louis: You laugh into the kiss, taking hold of Louis' wrists as he tickled your sides and attempting to push them away. "Ahh Louis I can't breathe," you gasp, turning your head as he continues to pepper kisses along your jaw and neck, his fingers halting. You close your eyes, sighing slightly as Louis takes a step back, sitting down beside you. You look over at him, raising an eyebrow as he takes hold of your hand, "How did we end up like this again?". The two of you had happened to be at the same party of a mutual friend, and a civil conversation had somehow escalated to the two of you hiding out on the balcony. He shrugs, licking his lips, "Why did we break up?". You roll your eyes, knowing you should've expected this, "Because you were too uptight to just go with it," you tease, jabbing his side with your finger. "Hey!" he winces slightly, rubbing his side, "If I remember rightly you had the exact same problem!". You avert your gaze, looking out at the view of the city from the balcony as you mumble, "Probably,".
Note: I apologise - this isn't a song i'm particularly familiar with, so I struggled a bit but tried my best. I kind of based them on the idea that both parties have a thing for eachother but try to convince themselves otherwise before they can completely fall for eachother.
1D PREF #249; How he hides your relationship from the public...
Liam: "So hands up, which of you guys is single?" the interviewer questions, a smug look on his face. Out of the corner of his eye Liam glances over at you, stood among their team, and you nod with a small smile. He nods minutely, and only a breath behind Harry and Niall, he raises his hand. "Ahh, so it's just the three of you that are on the market then eh?" the interviewer practically squeals, "Do you find it hard to find love, given your situation?". Liam remains unnoticed while the other two give their usual answers. You send him a reassuring smile, letting him know you understand, which he returns gratefully. It was just easier this way, for now at least.
Harry: "I don't want to leave you," he whines, his hands falling to your hips, holding you firmly to him. You smile up at him as you twirl one of his curls loosely around your finger, "Five minutes and i'll be in the car with you,". He sighs, nodding, "Doesn't it annoy you sometimes, all of this sneaking around and stuff? You always seem so chilled out,". You roll your eyes, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss him quickly, "It annoys me all the time, but we all know this is how it's got to be right now,". "Soon though, yeah?" he asks, holding your hand to his cheek. "Soon," you smile, nodding before pushing him away from you softly, "Now go,". He winks at you before turning the corner heading towards the exit of the restaurant, the now familiar screams and shouts increasing in volume as he opens the door. You sigh, turning on your heel as you walk towards the back exit. You'd accepted this was the way it was, for now at least.
Zayn: You smile idly to yourself, your head rested in your hands as you listen to the radio, the One Direction interview in full flow. "So what do you guys do when you get a break?" the radio presenter questions expectantly, "I bet you all crave just to do normal stuff for a while,". You chuckle slightly at Zayn's answer, "I stay at home mostly,". "Really?" the radio presenter pushes, clearly expecting a more interesting answer, "Surely you go out and do stuff like other kids your age,". "Nah," you can imagine Zayn shaking his head, "Home has got everything I could possibly want, stuff we don't have when we're away on tour and stuff,". You pull out your phone as the radio goes to an ad break, typing out a text to Zayn, 'I like it when you're at home too. xxx'. You liked it this way, for now at least.
Louis: "And this is why I don't do Q&A's on here much anymore," Louis sighs, pointing at his laptop screen, "How am I meant to reply to that?". You shift closer to him on the settee, leaning in to read the tweet he was referring to, 'Are you single babes? #louisanswerme xxx'. You look over at him and shrug, "You can always just ignore it?". He sighs slightly, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him, "Yeah, that one and the thousands of others asking variants of the same thing,". You rest your head against his chest, your hand subconsciously rubbing his stomach. "I don't like lying to them," he whispers into your hair, and you turn to find him watching you admiringly, though the corners of his mouth droop. Your hand cups his cheek, "You can tell them whatever you want babe, you know that... We've just got to be ready for it all to change if you do,". He nods, leaning down to kiss you before turning his attention back to twitter, scrolling down to the next answerable tweet. It was ok to lie a little, for now at least.
Niall: You chuckle quietly to yourself in front of the TV as you watch recorded footage of Niall and the boys being interviewed on the red carpet of the VMA's. The interviewer had just asked Niall, "So Niall, are you still single? I think everyone's desperate to know if you'd ever date a fan?". Niall had responded enthusiastically with, "Of course I'd date a fan, I think any one of us would. It's obviously more about the person themselves and if we can have a laugh and stuff, but if they're a fan of our music and our work that can only be a good thing right?". A pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, a slightly prickly chin resting on your shoulder, "What's got you chuckling hmm?". "This interview," you turn around in Niall's arms to face him, smiling, "You blatantly only answered half of the interviewers question and no one at all even realised,". He nods, grinning proudly as he puffs his chest, "Expert question dodgerer me,". You roll your eyes, still laughing when he presses his lips to yours. It was ok to never answer the question, for now at least.
Niall: "No... No... No..." your mumbles become increasingly more exasperated with each page turn of the jewellery catalogue. "It has to be in here somewhere, it has to," you groan desperately to yourself, your eyes flying across the page seeking some kind of familiarity. You'd been devastated when you realised you'd lost your wedding ring, but too terrified to confess to Niall - besides if you could replace it before he even found out, what was the big deal? "No no no!" you eventually shout in annoyance, throwing the catalogue down onto the coffee table and lying back on the settee, exhausted. "Everything alright?" Niall asks tentatively, walking into the room making you jump. "No," you sigh before widening your eyes and correcting yourself, "I mean, yes! I'm great, everything's great,". He raises his eyebrow at you with a small smirk playing on his lips, "What's that you're looking at?". You glance towards the catalogue you had just abandoned and shrug, "Oh you know, just browsing,". He moves around the settee and sits beside you, peering at the open page, "At wedding rings? You're browsing wedding rings?" he throws his head back laughing, "I thought we were already married babe,". You bit your lips and hold out your left hand for him to see, relaxing as he simply continues to laugh, rolling his eyes at you.
Zayn: "Um, so..." you mumble awkwardly, resting your head on Zayn's shoulder, "Does it hurt having a tattoo done?". You feel his head turn to look down at you, "It depends on the person's pain threshold I guess, and where it is you're having the tattoo... Why, what's got you curious?". You shrug, dodging his question as you prompt further, "How about like... On your finger? Does that hurt?" you peer up at him nervously. "A bit, yeah, but why are you asking I -". He cuts off as you hold your left hand out in front of the two of you, "I think I lost it for good this time," you sigh. Beside you Zayn laughs, one arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling your closer while his other reaches out and strokes your bare ring finger, "You're as bad as me with losing things,". You smile, nodding as you take hold of his left hand, your own fingers hovering above the simple band tattoo wrapped around his ring finger - he'd gotten it done just a month after your marriage when he lost his own ring. "You don't have to get the tattoo if you don't want babe," he mumbles into your hair, knowing your nervousness around pain, "We both know we're happily married,". You smile slightly as you look up at him, "But i'll never lose it again this way,".
Harry: "This is nice," you sigh happily, before turning to look at your boyfriend teasingly, "An actual proper date with Harry Styles!". He laughs, rolling his eyes, "Oh yeah, I do it all backwards - no dates until i've put a ring on it," he winks. You stiffen slightly at his choice of wording, your left hand unconsciously balling into a tight fist as you smile awkwardly as he holds the door of the restaurant open for you. After you've eaten he takes your hand, guiding you to a nearby park. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence, your joint hands swinging between you. "Hey, (Y/N)?" Harry speaks up quietly after a while, his tone tentative. You hum in response, turning to look at him with a quirked brow. "How come you haven't been wearing your wedding ring lately?". You instantly drop your gaze, biting your lip nervously - you thought he hadn't noticed. When you don't respond he squeezes your hand slightly, "(Y/N)?". You take a deep breath, looking straight forward as you explain, "I lost it and I felt bad so I didn't say anything. I mean to start with I thought I knew where it'd be, but it wasn't and I just... I'm sorry Harry," you stop your walking and turn to face him. He looks at you with a sad smile and nods, understanding. His fingers toy with your bare ring finger as he mumbles, "Well we'll just have to get a replacement sorted - I want everyone to know that we're together and... Happy?". You felt your heart squeeze sadly at the way he made it sound like a question and you leap forward to kiss him passionately, mumbling against his lips, "Very, very happy,".
Louis: Louis getting out of bed beside you jolts you awake with a groan. You yawn, stretching out your body beneath the covers and raking your fingers through your hair. You freeze in your movements, noticing the lack of usual catching between your morning hair and your wedding ring. You gasp as you hold your hand out in front of you, your ring finger bare. Sitting up straight, you fumble around in the bed, feeling beneath the covers and pillows in a desperate search for the jewellery. "What's the cause of all this mess?" Louis laughs from the doorway, his eyebrow raised. You freeze in your movements before quickly sitting upright, your left hand hidden awkwardly behind your back. His gaze narrows and he moves forward, sitting on the bed in front of you while his hands reach gently for your left wrist. "I'm sorry," you mumble sadly, "I don't know where it went or when...". You watch as Louis shakes his head slowly before a small smirk spreads across his lips, "You know, there are easier ways to tell me you want a divorce,". You roll your eyes, laughing at his teasing tone before moving forward to wrap your arms round his neck, mumbling another apology into his ear.
Liam: He finds you sat at the dining table, your face hidden in your hands while your shoulders shake from silent tears. "Babe," Liam rushes over concerned, his hand rubbing your back soothingly, "Babe, talk to me, what's wrong? has something happened?". "Oh Liam, i'm so sorry," you sob, looking up at his worried face sadly, "I'm so sorry I really am,". "(Y/N) what's happened? You're worrying me," Liam presses, kneeling on the ground in front of you, "Please talk to me,". "You're going to hate me forever," you shake your head, hysterical, "You're never going to forgive me losing it, i'm so sorry Liam,". "Losing what (Y/N)?" he questions, his own voice becoming more panicked, "What have you lost?". You sniff, your tears slowing enough that you can speak properly as you hold out your left hand to him, "My wedding ring... Your grandma's wedding ring, i've lost it," you shake your head, distressed, "I've turned the entire house upside down looking for it but it's not here. I don't know where it is,". Liam lets out a sigh of relief, an awkward nervous laugh falling from his lips as he kneels up, wrapping his arms tightly around you, "Shh,". "I'm sorry," you continue to apologise periodically as Liam's soothing calms you down. He pulls away slightly, looking at you with a smile, "It's ok love, don't worry, i'm not mad or anything. There are much worse things to lose, like you," he grins, leaning in to kiss you softly.
Louis: You shuffle uncomfortably in your seat, throwing Louis a frown, "Would you stop staring at me? Please?". He smirks, resting his head on his hand while his gaze remains firmly fixed on you, "Nope,". You groan, pursing your lips as you push his arm playfully, "Louis, give up. You're making me self-conscious!". His eyebrow quirks up, "But why? I more than like what i'm looking at right now,". You shake your head embarrassedly at his comment, covering your face with your hands as Louis' tinkling laugh meets your ears.
Liam: "So what is it that makes your new girlfriend (Y/N) so special?" the radio presenter asks Liam, throwing a small smile in your direction where you stood by the window of the recording booth. "She's great you know," Liam beams, sitting up straighter in his chair, "She's kind and she's funny - she doesn't realise it but she's hilarious. She's got these little quirks too that she gets all embarrassed about but I think they're cute,". You roll your eyes, though a small smile plays across your lips at his words. "Oh yeah?" the presenter prompts, his eyebrow raised, "Like what?". "When she's nervous or scared she still sucks her thumb-" he cuts off, catching sight of you through the window, your eyes wide and cheeks reddening, "I mean... Um, I shouldn't have said that,".
Niall: You peer over Niall's shoulder to look at his laptop screen and you chuckle slightly, "Facebook stalking me now eh?". He turns his head slightly to look up at you and smile, giving you a wink, "Ah, just having a nosey,". You roll your eyes, mumbling a, "Have fun," as you make your way into the kitchen. Moments later Niall's roaring laugh meets your ears and you stick your head around the doorway to look at him curiously, "What?". Clutching his stomach as he continues to guffaw, he points at the laptop screen. You walk over to investigate, your cheeks turning bright red as you recognise the picture of you taken years back, hugging a Harry Styles life size cardboard cut-out, "Oh no... You're never going to let me live this down are you?". He shakes his head, leaning closer over the back of the settee to kiss you, "Never,".
Zayn: "Yes, the same. Bye," you wave awkwardly after Lady Gaga and her entourage, before turning on the spot your eyes landing on Zayn a little while away. You silently scream from excitement as you reach your boyfriend, his eyes fixed on you as you make your way over, "I just had a short conversation with Lady Gaga - Lady Gaga! - on my own! And she said she liked my dress... I can't breathe,". He chuckles slightly under his breath, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer, "You do make me laugh sometimes,". You bit your lip, dipping your head slightly to try and hide your blush - of course it wasn't a big deal to him, he was used to this sort of thing by now. Just then Zayn dips his head, his lips by your ear as he whispers, "You should have seen me when I met Ne-yo... Actually, i'm glad you weren't there to see that embarrassment,". You bite back a laugh as he pulls away, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Harry: You clap along to the timing to the all too familiar song with the fans at the concert - from your front row seat you could easily watch your boyfriend and his bandmates run around on the stage. Your eyes focus on Harry, watching as his own gaze scans the front row, waving at fans every now and then in his search for you. He grins widely when he finds you, winking before joining in with the chorus. "I want (Y/N) to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah!". Your jaw drops open in surprise, and you feel a blush blooming across your cheeks as the screams from fans magnifies that much more from your boyfriend’s lyric change.
1D PREF #246; You're going through a rough patch (part 2)...
Niall: The day dragged slowly as you waited anxiously for Niall to return from work - the aimless activities of TV, food shopping and reading had done little to distract you. Relief washes through your body when the door finally opens revealing your boyfriend and you can't help but give him a small smile. He approaches you slowly, his hands resting on your hips and twisting you to face him as he asks carefully, "Are you still mad?". You sigh, now a sad smile on your lips and you lean forward, resting your cheek against his chest, "I'm still a lot of things Niall," you mumble, and his hands move to rub your back reassuringly, "I'm mad, i'm sad, i'm annoyed. I'm happy and i'm lonely and i'm just confused. I don't know whether i'm coming or going anymore, not when you're involved,". He rests his chin on the top of your head and waits a moment before speaking, "I'm mad too you know,". You pull away, looking up at him confused - out of the two of you it was always you who was the dramatic and somewhat irrational one, Niall was always so chilled. He shakes his head quickly at your expression, "No, not at you. Just at everything. I'm lucky enough to have my two biggest dream laid out right in front of me and I can't get them to work together properly," he sighes, raising a hand to brush some hair out of your face. You catch his hand and press a gentle kiss to the palm, keeping eye contact, "We'll work on the balance, together yeah?".
Louis: You sniff at the sound of tapping on the bedroom door. "Babe?" Louis' voice calls through the wood, "Can I come in?". You hastily wipe the dampness from your cheeks as you shout, voice cracking, "Yeah,". His head peers around the door, the corners of his lips turned down. "Can I sit?" he asks quietly gesturing towards the bed as he steps awkwardly into the room. You sniff, nodding quickly. You feel the mattress by your feet droop as you drop your gaze, waiting for him to speak. "(Y/N) can I... Can I hold your hand?" he asks in barely a whisper, his voice cracking as he speaks, not looking at you. "Oh Louis," you sob, a sad laugh escaping your throat as you push back the covers and wrap your arms around his throat. You feel his comforting arms linking around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his head resting against your chest as you kneel beside him. The two of you remain like that for a long time and eventually you begin playing absentmindedly with his hair. You pause in your actions as you hear him sigh quietly, and you readjust your position as he looks up at you. "I'm stressed at the minute," he mumbles sincerely, his eyes true, "And I think so are you," he shakes his head slightly, "We've just been taking it out on eachother and it's not fair on either of us,". You nod, agreeing with his words, "I'm sorry," you whisper, dipping your head to kiss him delicately, "I'm sorry for not giving you a chance,". He nods, "I'm sorry too, sorry I stopped listening,".
Zayn: It's hard to sleep while your mind is racing, scared to come to a conclusion what all of this could mean. You bite your lip hard to keep from crying until you hear Zayn's breathing even out beside you, telling you he's finally fallen asleep. A shiver runs through your body as you finally let the tears go, as all the while you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. You freeze and your breath catches as you feel movement beside you, and you gasp aloud as you feel warm arms reach out and wrap around your middle and twisting you around. You peer up at Zayn's face shyly, catching his gaze for a long moment before he whispers, "I miss you,". You let out a sad laugh as you shake your head, mumbling, "I miss you too,". He nods, still watching your face intently as he leans down, his lips pressing delicately at your cheeks, kissing away you tears. You sigh happily as he pulls you into him, your head on his chest. It's much easier to sleep with Zayn's arms wrapped around you.
Harry: "What?" he laughs incredulously, staring at you confused. "You and that blonde," you shrug, nodding in the direction of where they'd been stood laughing, before turning back to Jonathan, "So what's Ireland like? I've always wanted to -". "Sorry Jonathan, forgive me if you excuse us for a moment," Harry interrupts, smiling politely as he takes your hand and pulls you toward a quieter section of the bar. "Harry, that was rude. What are you -" you moan relentlessly as you follow him, pulling your hand from his and placing it on your hip as you come to a stop. "What are we doing?" he asks dramatically, holding his arms open wide. You furrow your brow, looking up at him pointedly, "That blonde caught your attention more than I seem to have, so what does it matter if I go find someone else to talk to? Niall introduced me...". You drift off as Harry shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "What are we trying to do?" he asks teasingly, "Trying to one up eachother or something?". You bite your lip, looking away out at the party. He places his hands gently on your forearms and you look up to him, "She was a fan, and she was nervous and I was trying to make her feel comfortable and," he closes his eyes, shaking his head, "And I will openly admit to being pretty damn jealous of Jonathan just then,". You laugh lightly, a blush spreading on your cheeks and you confess, "I love you, you know,". "And I love you, more than anything," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Can we just... Be?". You look down for a moment at the hand he's offering you before taking it, the two of you walking back into the party, together.
Liam: "So how was your lunch?" Liam asks when you return a few hours later. You'd found him still sat on the settee, however his laptop looked as if it had been abandoned on the kitchen side. "It was nice," you smile awkwardly as you collapse onto the settee beside him before laughing, "Ok so it was pretty quiet - potted plants don't do much in the way of conversation - but the food was nice,". He smiles, laughing slightly at your joke before looking away somewhat sadly. You readjust your position, resting your head on your hand as you look at him, "How did the twitcam go?" you snort, "Did you drive the fans crazy with feels?". You watch his shoulders shake in silent laughter. He looks up after a moment, "Well apart from breaking the website like another three times, they spent most of it asking why I looked so sad,". You frown, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm, not really knowing what to say. "And I tried to convince them that I was fine - happy chappy and all that," he laughs slightly, "But I should have known directioners were harder to deceive than that,". The corners off your mouth droop as he forces you a smile, "Oh Liam,". You lean over to him and he folds his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Now I don't know whether i'd be anymore interesting than a potted plant," you laugh, as he goes on, "But i'm sorry I didn't come babe,".
1D PREF #245; You're going through a rough patch (part 1)...
Niall: "Look, i'm late already, I have to go," Niall sighs, collecting his jacket from where it was hung over the back of the settee and turns towards the door. You let out an exasperated breath - the two of you had just been arguing - and bring your hand up to your mouth, biting your nails nervously as you watch him leave. The moment before he closes the door you shout, "That's it, just go leave again. You're pretty good at that by now aren't you!". He groans loudly, shoving the door back open roughly as Niall appears with his hands pulling at his hair, "You think I want to go right now? You think i'd rather leave than stay here and try and sort this out?". You sniff, looking over at your boyfriend coldly, "Sometimes i'm not so sure anymore,". "It's work," he stresses the word, walking towards you and holding your forearms gently, "When i'm finished i'll be straight back - we will sort this,". You meet eachother's gaze for a long moment, then he leans in, pressing a hard kiss to your forehead before he leaves.
Louis: "Oh yeah yeah, that's right," Louis holds his arms up in exasperation, "Blame it all on me, as per usual, go right ahead,". You growl, rubbing your eyes angrily, "I'm not blaming you for anything! All i'm saying is -". He cuts you off, "Good, because it's not as if you've exactly been miss perfect as of lately is it?". You shake your head, desperately trying to fend back your tears that were threatening to spill over. You remain standing where you are as Louis moves to sit down, switching on the television and turning the volume right up. You look over at him, noticing how his jaw tenses, his fist clenches, his eyes not even focused on the TV as he looks straight ahead. "I can't talk to you anymore," you mumble in barely a whisper as you feel a tear trickle down your cheek, "We can't even talk to eachother anymore,". You bite your lip as you quickly spin, dashing towards the bedroom and shutting the door behind you.
Zayn: You sit up, startled, as the sound of the front door slamming wakes you up from your slumber. You narrow your eyes, peering at the alarm clock and groan as the display indicates it's the early hours of the morning. Grunting, you pull the covers higher above your head as the light in the bedroom is flicked on, "Ah Zayn,". He grunts in response, moving between the bedroom and the bathroom getting himself ready to go to sleep. You sigh, sitting up and holding the covers to just beneath your chin, "You're back late aren't you?". "Yeah," he hums, opening one of the drawers, "The show went on late you know,". You bite your lip, waiting for more of a response that doesn't come. Half an hour later as Zayn turns off the light and climbs into bed you squeeze your eyes shut against the tears brought up by the noticeable gap between the two of you on the mattress.
Harry: Your gaze narrows in on Harry across the party. Your stomach clenches uncomfortably as you watch the way he laughs, his head thrown back, as he talks with a girl with long blonde hair. You drop your gaze and stare into your glass as you compose yourself - it felt as if it'd been a long time since Harry laughed with you like that, since he had paid so much attention to you as you spoke. You jump slightly at a hand resting on your shoulder, laughing it off easily when you realise it's just Niall introducing you to one of his old school friends. "Hey," you catch the sound of Harry's low voice as his hand touches your waist. "Oh Harry," you turn to look at him while beaming, "There you are,". He presses his lips together in a forced smile, his gaze dropping to where your hand gently lay on Niall's friend’s bicep. You pull it away, laughing falsely as you explain, "Oh I don't know if you've met Jonathan? He's a friend of Niall's from school - he's come over from Ireland for the party, isn't that great?". Harry offers out his hand to Jonathon and smiles before bringing his head closer to your ear as he mutters, "What are you doing?". You scoff quietly, "You were doing the same,".
Liam: "Babe," you call out to your boyfriend who sat on the settee hunched over his laptop, "Are we going out for lunch then?". He doesn't respond, and you watch him for a moment, noticing how his brow furrows before you call him out again, "Liam?". He looks over at you, startled, "Oh sorry, what's up?". "Lunch?" you ask warily, pointing your thumb over your shoulder and towards the front door. He sighes, putting the laptop down beside him on the settee, then rubbing his hands along his jeans, "Not today babe, I can't,". You tilt your head to one side, "It was your idea? I'm ready to go,". "I know babe, i'm sorry," he stretches, yawning slightly, "Another day though yeah? I promised the fans i'd do a twitcam,". "Oh," you mouth in realisation, biting your lip. "Yeah," Liam nods, focusing his attention back to the laptop, "I can't get it to work though. I think they've broke the site," he laughs quietly to himself, "They always do that,". You nod slowly, backing towards the door, "Yeah well i'm ready, so I might as well head out for some lunch on my own then," he looks over at you surprised as you wave, "Enjoy your twitcam,".
1D PREF #244; You get a tattoo and he doesn't like it...
Note: [request] Kept tattoo and placing ambiguous for most of them, so you can imagine as you see fit - enjoy!
Niall: You wince slightly as you bend down to pick up the remote. From his position on the settee, Niall's brow furrows slightly, "Babe, you ok?". "Yeah," you turn to look at him with a smile, "My tattoo just feels a little tender... They said that's normal,". "Ah," he mumbles in understanding, redirecting his gaze to the TV screen. You sigh, settling down beside him on the settee, "When are you going to stop being grumpy about this?". "I'm not being grumpy!" he looks at you insistently, causing you to laugh. His features soften as he folds his arm around your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle closer to him, "I just never had you down as someone who'd get a tattoo. It surprised me," he pauses and looks down at you to smile, "I'll get used to it,".
Harry: "So," you ask hesitantly, letting the leg of your trousers drop, covering you new tattoo, "What do you think?". You watch his face intently, noticing how he presses his lips into a hard line, his eyes darkening. As the silence continues your eyes narrow, snapping, "Come on, spit it out then,". "You shouldn't have gotten it," he mutters, looking at your seriously, and your mouth drops open in surprise, "You'll regret it,". You frown, folding your arms tightly across your chest protectively as you scoff, "That's a bit rich coming from someone with a completely random jumble of tattoos,". He rolls his eyes, "Exactly - you don't think I regret half of these? But they're here forever now," his hands rest softly on your elbows, his thumbs rubbing soothingly there, "I don't want you to make the same mistake as me,". You nod, a small smile spreading across your face as Harry wraps you in his arms. You reach up on your tip toes to whisper in his ear, "They might be random, but I do love all of your tattoos though,".
Zayn: "Ta-da!" you chime as you pull back the bandage covering your new tattoo. You wince slightly as Zayn's finger gently reaches out to trace the small, distinctive 'Z.M.' now inked permanently onto your skin. Your giddiness vanishes however as you take in the almost pained expression gracing your boyfriends face. "(Y/N)..." he trails off, at a loss for words, his gaze fixed on the ink. "You don't like it?" you ask, taken aback - you'd expected him to be as ecstatic as you were about how it had turned out. He looks up at you with sad eyes, shaking his head slightly, "You shouldn't have gotten this, it's... Anything else, just not this,". "Hey," you snap teasingly, reaching up to peck his lips, trying to lighten the mood, "If you can get my face, my actual face, tattooed on your arm, I am most certainly within my rights to have your initials permanently on me,". He rolls his eyes, biting his lip to resist full on smiling before he leans down to kiss you once more.
Louis: "Hmm," Louis mumbles thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly side to side as he inspects your new tattoo as you pose for him half undressed. "That's sounds like a lot of thinking you're doing their Lou," you laugh as you pull one of his t-shirts over your head before sliding onto the bed beside him, resting your chin on your hands looking over at him expectantly, "What's on your mind?". "Hm, you might hate me if I say..." he teases, his hand dropping to stroke your side lazily, "But I think I still prefer the other design, not that this one’s bad, it's good, just the other one was... Yeah, cool". You roll your eyes as you joke, "Well you better learn to love this design, because it's stuck on me now!". He chuckles, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer so that his breath tickles your ear, "Oh i'm absolutely certain i'll learn to love it since it's on you,".
Liam: "You don't like it?" you whisper sadly, letting you shirt drop back into position and turning your back to your boyfriends pained expression. "No, no, it's not that," Liam quickly tries to reassure you, stepping forward to place his hands on your hips, spinning you back around to face him, "It's lovely, it is,". You raise your eyebrow sarcastically, "Really? I can't say you looked particularly thrilled by it,". He goes to speak but instead sighs, bringing a hand up to his forehead to rub it stressfully. "You're parents are going to hate me, they're going to actually hate me," he shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, "They'll say i've been a bad influence on you - it's seeing my tattoos that’s made you want one,". "Don't be ridiculous," you laugh, slapping his chest playfully, "Or so big-headed! I'll have you know i've been planning this tattoo for a long time now, longer even than i've known you!".
Zayn: You look up at the dress on the mannequin longingly, taking in the beautiful detailed neckline and loose, flowing skirt. You sigh before moving on, leading the way to the men’s section for Zayn. Someone catches your hand, stopping you, and you turn around and find Zayn pointing up at the dress, his eyebrow raised, "You like it?". You roll your eyes, taking a step back towards him and holding his arm, "Of course, it's beautiful, but also stupidly priced. Come on, let’s go look for that shirt...". His hand reaches out for the price tag of the dress and scoffs quietly, "I'll get it you. If you want it, i'll get it - I be it'll look great on you,". You bite your lip, shaking your head, pulling him now towards the men’s section, "It's too much, besides, what do I do that requires me to wear something so expensive?".
Harry: As Harry pulls up the car on the drive, you glance past him and up at the house, eyes widening. "This is the house you grew up in?" you ask warily as you draw your gaze away from it and down to your attire, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "For the most part yes, why?" he looks over at you, eyebrow raised. "Nothing," you brush off, "It's beautiful,". He grins, pushing open his door and climbing out, "Mum can't wait to meet you -". "I've been thinking," you interrupt him, and look over at where he's paused, hand holding the car door open, "I don't think it's such a good idea that you meet my family next week,". His gaze widens in surprise before narrowing, and he climbs back into the driver’s seat, "What, why? What's brought this on (Y/N)?". You bite your lip as he reaches across the divider for your hand, and you feel guilty for his worried tone as you mumble, "I didn't... It's not like..." you sigh, averting his gaze, "I didn't grow up in a place like this Harry, far from it... You don't need to see that,". He frowns, using his other hand to tilt to face to look at him, "You think I care about that? It makes no difference to the fact I want to meet your family, your mum,". You nod, tears filling your eyes as you smile across at him.
Liam: You tap your feet giddily in your seat at the Broadway theatre. Beside you Liam reaches for your hands and squeezes it, "Excited?" he asks quietly. You turn to look at your boyfriend, beaming and eyes sparkling as you reply, "Am I ever!" you almost squeal, "When I was a kid we never had enough money to go to the local Christmas pantomime, nevermind a show on Broadway! I can't believe it,". It's the way Liam's eyes soften that makes it dawn on you what you've just said. You dip your head, feeling a blush spreading its way across your face as you embarrassedly avoid Liam's gaze. "Hey," Liam whispers, shaking your hand to try and gain your attention. He sighs when that doesn't work, and leans across, his lips inches from your ear, "You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me love, about anything,". You bite your lip, turning to look at him somewhat nervously. He smiles warmly, making you relax, "I'm glad this is so special to you, that I get to be the one here with you,". You nod, leaning your cheek on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, the lights in the theatre dimming, "I'm glad you're here too,".
Louis: You watch Louis from the car, watch as he shakes hands with the estate agent and signs the dotted line. He jogs over to the car moments later, beaming as he climbs in, "What're you watching me like that for, I saw you," he winks, closing the door behind him, "Admiring my handsomeness?". You roll your eyes, laughing as he feigns offence. "Ok, so now we've established you weren't gawping at me because of my manliness, why were you looking? Were you eyeing up the estate agent?" he jokes, reaching across and taking your hand, "You know, I have his number if you want it?". You bite your lip, "You know, i'm kind of jealous of you," he tilts his head to the side, confused, "You have all this money, money that you've earned entirely yourself that you can just do whatever with. You decided this morning you wanted to buy a flat in Doncaster so you can come home more, and three hours later you've bought one. I've never had that, probably won't ever had that,". He shrugs slightly, "I didn't always have it either, growing up with a big family wasn't exactly the easiest. Call it, making up for lost time?".
Niall: "Niall you can't keep buying me stuff," you shake your head, looking down in disbelief at the MacBook on your lap, "You can't keep spending all this money on me,". "Why not?" he frowns beside you, moving the MacBook onto the coffee table, "Don't you like it?". You sigh exasperatedly, "Yes I like it Niall, but you have to stop this, it's too much. I'd never be able to afford that myself!". His forehead wrinkles in confusion as he turns in his seat to look at you, "That's why I bought it for you, it makes no difference for me,". You sigh again, a small smile on your lips, and you reach out for him, your thumb eradicating his wrinkles, "I can't give you anything like that in return though, I don't have that kind of money. You keep giving me all this stuff and I feel like i'm being greedy and selfish taking it,". "They're gifts," Niall assures you, leaning across to kiss your forehead, "I want you to have them, I wouldn't buy them for you if I didn't want that,".
1D PREF #242; You're best friends and sleep in same bed...
Louis: Having changed into your pyjamas you walk into Louis' bedroom, finding it empty - he must be in the bathroom. You chuckle quietly to yourself as you walk over to the bed and pull back the covers on one side, climbing in. Moments later the bathroom door opens and Louis walks in rubbing his hair with a towel. His eyes narrow in amusement as he catches sight of you, and he raises an eyebrow questioningly, "Particular reason as to why you're in my bed?". You snuggle deeper down into the covers, knowing he wouldn't kick you out, "Comfier than guest bed,". He rolls his eyes, climbing in beside you, "Fine, but don't hog all the covers," he moans, yanking some more of the duvet off you and you stick out your tongue playfully.
Niall: "Niall," you whine, the bright bedroom lights blinding you as your best friend stumbles drunkenly into your room. "(Y/N)," he mimics back, flopping onto your bed. "Niall," you whine once more, feeling the room spin slightly in your intoxicated state as you push at your friends shoulder, "Why are you in here, i'm trying to sleep!" you wince at your own raised volume, "Do you want a hangover? I don't, nope,". "Your settee's poop," Niall moans, groaning in pain as you eventually manage to push him off the bed and onto the floor, "I'mma sleep here,". You scoff, switching the light off and pulling the covers over you, "Have fun on the floor,". Moments later you feel the expected weight on the bed beside you, above the covers. You roll over, smiling as you find Niall pressing a finger to his lips, "Shh," before closing his eyes to sleep.
Liam: "No it's fine," Liam insists as he grabs one of his pillows from his bed, moving to the cupboard where he stored blankets, "You're the guest, i'm not going to expect you to stop on the settee - it's bloody awful that thing,". You sigh, perching yourself on the edge of the bed, watching Liam as he moves around his bedroom, collecting whatever he'd need for the night - the two of you had spent the majority of the evening arguing over where people would sleep. Later that night, as you lie beneath your covers, you can hear the sound of Liam, restless on the uncomfortable leather settee and roll your eyes. You tip toe to the doorway, whispering, "Liam,". He sits up, turning around to look at you questioningly, "Can't you sleep?". You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to come into the bedroom, "Come on Liam, we'll both just sleep in here, it's not a big deal,". He looks wary for a moment as he asks, "You sure?". You roll your eyes once more, "Yeah, it's fine,".
Zayn: "The hotel only had one job to do," Zayn grumbles as you walk alongside of him, the two of you pulling a suitcase each behind you as you make your way down the long corridor, "We booked four rooms and they give us three,". You roll your eyes, poking your best friends arm playfully, "Hey, chill yourself, it's not that big of a deal. If sharing a room with me is that much of a problem i'll see if I can get another room...". "Don't be daft," Zayn laughs, coming to a stop in front of the hotel door, "It's not like we haven't shared before is it?". He pushes open the door, and as the two of you step in your gazes fall to the one double bed taking up most of the room. You laugh, shaking your head, "Typical,". Zayn joins in with your laughter, moving closer to the bed and sitting on the end looking over at you expectantly, "So you better be a left-sider or we might be having some problems,".
Harry: "How do you do it?" you ask through a yawn as you follow Harry into his apartment. You'd joined the boys on a day of promotion and studio work, as well as a show in the evening and you were beyond exhausted. Harry chuckles, "You get used to it - want to watch a film, or are you too out of it?" he teases lightly. "Can we watch in bed? I can sleep too then after," you ask, yawning once more. He laughs, and the two of you end up in his bedroom, lying on his bed with a film on. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you lean your head on his chest as he remarks, "It's ok if you want to sleep, there's the room next door you can -". He cuts off as you shake your head awkwardly against him, your eyes closing against your will as you sleepily mumble, "You're comfy,". His chest vibrates as he laughs, letting his arm rest round your back, "Or you can just stay here then,".