One Direction Preferences

Falling

Harry: A smile spread on your face as you slid across the sleek wooden floors, trying to escape the grip of the green eyed boy. You had taken his phone while he was in the bathroom, taking pictures, and sending a few inappropriate texts to various contacts. As you scrolled through the messages you had sent, you clicked on one of his messages from yesterday. Grimmy. Thinking it’d just be texts about whether they were going clubbing or not that night, it was entirely different. Now, you were running around Harry’s apartment reading aloud the messages. “I’m not sure if I like her. I might looooove her,” you mocked in probably the worst accent ever. His cheeks go bright red, a smile of embarrassment appearing on his face.”Give it back, pleaaaasee,” he whines, a small pout forming. “Haaaarry who’s your lover?” you questioned teasingly, still avoiding his grip. “No one, I promise,” his voice a little uncertain. “Come on Harry, I’ve seen you dancing naked to Jimi Hendrix. I think you can tell me who you have a crush on,” you say in a whiny voice. You wait for one of his dumb replies, but silence awaits you. You look around, your guard up in case he sneaks up on you. You hear him plop down on the living room floor, head in his hands. You’re scared you upset him, so you silently walk over to him, phone hidden somewhere behind your back. You sit down next to him and place an arm around him, feeling a little bad that he got this upset. You begin your apology, but he suddenly takes you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. He slams you on the couch, straddling your body. “Do you really wanna know?” he asks, knowing the answer. You nod, a bit of accomplishment in your eyes. He leans down, lips terribly close to your ear. “You,” he whispers, a smile on his face. You’re in shock, not knowing what to say. His lips are suddenly on yours, passion driving through them. He pulls away, grinning like a little boy. “I’m afraid to say I have fallen for you."

Louis: It’s a cool winter day, snow falling, blanketing any surface it can reach. You watch as your stupid boyfriend glides across the frozen water. “If singing doesn’t work out, I could be a professional, babe!” he shouts in excitement, positioning for a jump. “Whatever you say, just make su-,” your words cut off with a loud thump and a groaning Louis. “Louis!" you rush towards him, careful not to break the ice. His fragile body lay there, practically like a snow angel. His face showed no discomfort, nor any comfort. Careful not to fall on the frozen water, you slowly make your way to his side calling his name out in desperation. “Babe, please, stop being stupid,” your hands checking for his pulse. A shriek fills your ears, easing its way out of his mouth. He’s now doubling over in laughter, those bright blue eyes crinkled, that warm smile present. “You should’ve seen your face! It was priceless,” he yells, getting up and skating around while making a few faces that were meant to mock yours. You just sit in the middle of the ice, dumbfounded. What just happened? Louis glides his way back over to you, laying down. He grabs you, and places your small frame over his. “You’re lucky I love you, because I would’ve just left you there if I didn’t,” you say, nuzzling your head into his neck. He places his lips to your cheek, savoring the moment.

Zayn: My breathing calms down as I slow my pace, falling to a stop. I had gone for a run while Zayn slept, and I hoped he would be up by the time I’d get back. I open the door to our flat, letting the cool breeze swoop past me and into the chilly morning air. “Zayn?” I call out, awaiting his morning voice to call out. I hear nothing, so I head towards our room, not sure what to expect. I walk in to see nothing but a big lump under the covers that is my boyfriend. I slowly crawl into the covers next to him, seeing his eyes shut, arms crossed. He moves a little once he feels the weight shift on the bed, and my movements are subtle, afraid to wake him. I slowly move under the covers, snuggling up to his sleeping body. He doesn’t seem to wake up, so I just lay there, admiring him. His eyelashes laying peacefully under his eyes, a small smirk formed on his lips. He has a little stubble, and I can’t help but run my hands along his jawline. His eyes slowly open, the once small smirk enlarging. “The best feeling in the world is to wake up to my girlfriend’s hand raping my jaw,” his voice raspy from sleep. “Sorry babe,” I say, blood rushing to my cheeks. He places his lips on my cheek, immediately following a kiss behind my ear. “Oh, and good morning,” he says, letting his head rest in the crook of my neck. We lay like this for hours, letting sleep take over our bodies. I fall in and out of consciousness, a sigh of relief every time I wake up to remember his body next to mine. I look over to the clock, seeing that it’s a little past one. Although it’s the best feeling in the world, I knew I had to get up and do something productive today. My body wiggles it’s way out of the covers, but Zayn’s arm is quick to wrap around my waist, bringing me back into bed. “Where are you going?" he asks, that morning rasp still clear in his voice even if it’s past noon. “I have to go do something today," my voice saying one thing, but my heart wanting another. Zayn knew you weren’t gonna give up unless he has a good reason. His eyes light up once an idea pops into his head, worry settling into your stomach. The once silent room is now filled with his voice singing “Stay" by Rihanna in a very off-key tune. “I WANT YOU TO STAAAAAAAA-AY-AAAAY," he scream/sings at the top of his lungs. You didn’t know how to react, smile, laugh, or cover your ears? In a quick contemplation with your options, you begin to sing along, but louder and way off-key. You two spend the rest of the day singing along to whatever comes on the radio, falling deeper in love’s despair.

Niall: He had taken the phone into his hand, swiping the screen to unlock it. He blindly dials the familiar number, barely glancing at the contact picture. He remembers the day he took it. He had surprised you with a small picnic in the park,something you’ve been talking about for months. “It’s perfect,” she breathes out, a content tone in her voice. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, placing a small peck on her cheek, watching a small tinge of blush appearing. His thoughts were interrupted when small, dainty fingers began tracing around his waist. “What are you doing?” she says through her small voice, placing a few chaste kisses along his shoulder blade. “Thought it was time to tell her,” his accent making the roughness of his voice deeper. Someone had finally picked up the phone, an unfamiliar voice picking up. He had asked for you, quietly making his way towards the bathroom. He sits on the toilet to wait for you to answer, not knowing what’s right and wrong anymore. “Hey, what’s up?” she answers. “Hey, I need to talk to you about something,” his voice beginning to break. He could hear her shuffling around, probably going to a more isolated place. “Yeah, what’s wrong?” her voice concerned. “Remember the time I told you love takes it toll on people sometimes?” the memory rushing back. It was the day they began to break, the day he cheated. “I remember, but that doesn’t answer my question.” “I think this love we’ve had is perfect, but,” he waits for her to interrupt, to get the hint. But she doesn’t. “But there’s someone else, and I didn’t mean for it to end like this.” Click. He remembers that day so vividly, tears daring to fall, the first time he’d genuinely felt broken in a while. He always wondered if he could get what they had back. Because it’s 3 years later and she’s moved on. She’s married, and in the works of creating her own family. And here he is single, trying to remember every moment they had together. He just wanted the girl he had fallen in love with back, but little did he know, she still thought about him every night before falling asleep.

Liam: The skies were grey, clouds blanketing over. He makes his way to the spot, sitting down. The damp grass was making his pants wet, and the grass was making his ankles itch, but he didn’t care. He’s with you. He had flowers and a basket in one hand, the other nervously smoothing down his hair. You walk up the hill, the familiar place bringing back that warm fuzzy feeling. You make your way over to him, a small smile on your face. He places the flowers ever so closely to your hands, and opens the basket. Your favorite. It’s not as much as you expected, but you understand. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a small constellation roaring across the night sky “Do you see that?” he points out to something in the sky. “See what?” not quite sure what he was referring to. “The shooting star, quick make a wish babe,” he closes his eyes mouthing his wish. You chuckle, “Liam, that’s a plane.” His eyes shoot open, hushing you to stop the nonsense because he insists it’s a shooting star. “D’ya wanna know what I wished for?” his eager voice cracking. “But doesn’t the jinx it?” your head turning a little. He leans awfully close to the shell of your ear,”This.” He begins cleaning up, placing the leftovers back into the basket, the flowers still in the same place he left them. He settles down, criss-crossed like a child, but then again he’s still a child at heart. You smile, wanting so bad to tell him how much you love him, how much you miss him, but you can’t. Another voice is yelling his name, looking for him. His mum comes running up the hill, looking relieved once she spots where he is. “Liam, what are you doing out here at this time at night?” placing a blanket around him. He doesn’t answer, he just looks up into her eyes. She understands. She sits down, cradling him like she used to when he was younger, crying over his lost toy truck. A shooting star flies through the sky, and his mother softly points it out, telling him to make a wish. He closes his eyes, placing his hand over his heart. “I wish….for this,” your body, a mere memory, in his arms at last.

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