One Direction Preferences

#36 He's Your Best Friend And He Tells You He Loves You (Requested)

Harry: I don't think my heart has every beat this fast in my life. I was having a nice time at home, chilling on the couch when I got a text from Harry. 'COME OVER QUICK ITS AN EMERGENCY' He has never asked my to drop everything I was doing to come over, on top of that he said something was wrong. I threw on the first thing I could find and drove to his house. Not even knocking when I got there, I just walked in. There he is just sitting on the couch, with sandwich in his lap. He took and bit and looks up at me. "What, What's the emergency." I urged, standing in  front of the TV. He looked confused. "Oh, oh that. I have t tell you something." je said with a full mouth. "That's it?" He nodded taking another bite of his sandwich. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I yelled lightly throwing my keys at him. "If you wanted me to come over all you had to do was ask. And I could have obeyed traffic laws, or put on real clothes." I chuckled plopping down next to him on the couch and grabbing the other half of his sandwich off his plate. His whole body stiffened when I turned to look at him. "Soooo, spit it out. What'd you want to tell me." He swallowed hard and scratched his head. "I uh-. I wanted to um" He never looked up, he kept his eyes on my knees, like he's nervous. "Harry, it's only me. What's wrong?" I reassured, worried that something I actually wrong. "That's the problem..." He groaned falling back onto the couch. I am lost. He took a deep breath and sat up, looking right into my eyes. "Y/N, what I wanted to tell you is that-" He stopped again. "Oh for gods sake-" "I love you," He interrupted shutting me up. "More than just a friend, I love you. I love being with you. I love when you smile. I love being able to make you happy. I love how you don't try to hard when your around me. I don't know why it took me so long to figure out. But, I love you Y/N."

Liam: Your at your friends house one night and your phone rings. Liam's names flashes across the screen. You usually talk every night. He's your best friend and he loves telling you about the shows, or fans. "Hello" you answered. "Y/N what are you doing?" His loud voice boomed through the phone. "Nothing just hangin out with Y/F/N. How was the show?" you could hear the other boys in the background. "It was so sick I wish you could've seen it. The whole place was packed it was amazing." You can almost imagine his smiling face as he talked. You guys talked for hours. At some point he must have gotten in bed. Because he voice got all quiet and raspy. "When are you gonna come out an see me?" Yawned. "As soon as I can," you promised. "Li, you must be so tired. You should sleep." He yawned again. "But I'm talkin to you, plus I have to be up in like 2 hours to go to the studio." There is no way your going to be the reason Liam is grumpy in the studio. "You can talk to me any time you want. Use this time to sleep. Alright?" "Yeah, yeah" his voice getting softer and softer. "Night Liam," you chimed pulling the phone away from your face. You almost missed it but you defiantly heard him say it, "Night Y/N. I love you." Well that's a first.

Niall: Since the day you met Niall. You both agreed it would be a better idea to be friends. He was always busy, it just wasn't the right time. That's how he became one of your best friends. That night you were walking back to his hotel from the nearby nandos when it started pouring rain. You both ran back as quickly as you could, but it didn't matter your soaking. His blonde hair now almost brown, and is sticking up in some places down in others. "We should probably take theses off?" He asked looking down at the wet clothes. "YeS," you agreed. Stripping in out of the wet clothes and throwing them into a heap on the floor. When you turned around Niall was staring at you, as you stood there shivering in your bra and panties. He was just as naked. His black boxers the only thing covering his body. You couldn't help but let your eyes roam. The happy trial just under his belly button, was making you rethink the whole friend thing. He must have been thinking the same thing because a bludgeon was forming in his shorts. "This whole 'lets be friends thing is a downer." You confessed from across the room. Never letting your eyes leave his body. "I know, why the hell did we do that?" He asked. "I don't know, but we should scrap that idea." You remarked. Slowing making your way toward him. "Oh my god , y/n I love you, yes" he groaned walking towards you, and planting a heated kiss on you waiting lips.

Louis: "I cant understand you Louis!" you said to your long time best friend. You have know him forever. You went to the same primary school, went through the awkward growing up phase, and graduating schooling. You were there when One Direction started get big, and to this day your still here. "Just come over and bring every blanket and pillow in your flat." He instructed before hanging up. So that's what you did. Half an hour later you were walking into his flat with bag and bags full of blankets. He was laying on the floor in a enormous pile of blankets. wearing nothing but a par of sweats and some vans. "Hey! Good you brought blankets were gonna need 'em." He hopped up taking the bags and empting them onto the floor. "How are we supposed to know whos are whos?" You asked watching him as he ran around the open living room. "Really, it dost matter. I don't use them so you can take what ever ones you want home." You took off your coat putting it on one of the hairs that had been pushed against the wall. "Were going to build a large blanket fort and watch theses movies I just got." He beamed throwing a pillow at you. "Really?" You asked amazed, at how much of a kid he still is. "Yeah! Really, do you not want to?" He asked his blue eyes dropping to the pile of comforters in front of him. "No, this is awesome lets do this" You replied kicking off your shoes. After 2 hours f hard work, and carful positioning, it was finished. His whole living room was draped with blankets. In the middle of the fort is a giant pallet made of all the leftover blankets and every pillow in the house. You both laid on it admiring your work. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asked putting his hands behind his head. "Since you bought this place." You answered laying your had on his stomach, you back against the floor, and one of your legs over the other. "Eleanor wouldn't do this with me. She thinks it's silly." He confessed looking down at you. "Well she's missing out" You laughed turning your head to look at him. His blue eyes scanned your face, and bored into yours. "I love you Y/N," He said still scanning your face. "I love you too Lou." You giggled giving him a smile. He sat up, forcing you to sit up to. "No I mean I love you, I'm in love with you." You were stunned, your best friend of over ten years is n love with you. "Wha-What about El?" You stuttered trying to wrap your head around it. "I don't know, But I love you." He said again complicating everything.

Zayn: "Bye Zaynie. happy birthday bro." A very drunken Liam said, to and equally drunken Zayn. "Byyye" He waved before getting into my car. As best friend it is my responsibility to make sure he gets home and into bed safely. He sprawled out in the seat next to me trying way harder than he needs to take off his leather jacket. "That was funn, it should be meh birthday more often, ya?" He yammered. He looks so funny like this. His eyes half shut, his usual neat hair a mess. He managed to get his jacket halfway off before he gave up. I couldn't contain my giggles as I pulled up to the sidewalk outside his flat. "What's so funneh?" He asked letting his head fall in my direction. "You are gone..." I laughed. reaching for the door handle. He grabbed my wrist pulling me back toward him. His face inches from yours. "Are you makin fun of meh babe? I thought were friends, you don't make fun of friends." He informed staring at me with squinted hazel eyes. His breath reeked of alcohol. "Oh my god, yes you are gone." I tease getting out of the car.  After I helped him into the house he stumbled out of his shoes and toward his bed room. "Z?" I yelled after him. "Zaaaynnn" I called following his path toward the bed but no response. Then a loud bang. He was franticly trying to set a lamp up right on the bedside table. "I got it" He giggled to himself. "Zayn, get in bed." I sighed turning off the light. I could still see him with the glow from the street lights. He pulled his shirt over his head, and kicked out of his pants. My eyes lingered at little longer than they should have, but hey he has a nice body. He got into bed and pulled the blanket over his shoulder. I turned to leave but his no raspy voice stopped me in my tracks. "Can you stay with me?" I gave in right away. It was either his bed or his couch so, why not. I climb ontop of the blanket and lay next to him. "C'mere," He instructed. I scooted closer my head next to his on the pillow. His eyes were closed but he smile when I got closer. Just as I shut me eyes I heard him whisper. "I love you Y/N".