One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Don't Be Scared

Niall: “I’ve got you,” he half laughs, half whispers as the screen goes dark and the eerie music starts. You’ve got your head pressed into his shoulder, hands covering your eyes. “Don’t be scared.” You groan as someone screams, jolting in his arms. “Don’t be scared,” you mutter, “yeah right. I can’t believe I let you pick the movie.” He grins, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “I have to confess, I had ulterior motives.” He did. He wanted to watch a movie and be able to hold you practically on his lap all night. Maybe it was a little selfish, but there was something about the fact that you went to him in the moments where you were afraid that made his heart beat just a little bit faster. “You didn’t need to pick a scar movie to hold me,” you grumble as you pinch his side. “I know, but it makes it easier,” he nuzzles under your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just by your jaw. When the music gets louder and you flinch, he can’t help but laugh. “I got you, baby,” he says again. “Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I’m here.”

Harry: “Are you scared?” he asks, hands linking through yours. “Maybe,” you say hesitantly, moving through the crowded air port. “Don’t be, my parents can’t wait to meet you,” he smiles and gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Plus, I talk about you so much they already know you.” You knew his words were meant to be comforting, but instead you swallowed thickly, the butterflies in your stomach pulsing. “I guess that’s good.” He stops and pulls you off to the side, his lips pressing to the top of your nose. “Baby, don’t be scared. My mom loves you already for keeping her boy so happy,” he teases. You grin, finally, just like he was hoping and you swat his arm. “He better behave,” you warn as his hand sneaks down your back. “Hmm, I don’t know,” he nibbles your lower lip before pushing off the wall. “Come on, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” When the crowds part and Anne is standing there, she grins and makes the first move. She wraps her arms around you, and you blink in shock at Harry who just grins. “Welcome to the family,” she says happily, kissing you right on the cheek.

Liam: “So, listen,” you begin, hands nervously twisting in front of you, “I don’t really- I don’t really know what I’m doing,” you say lamely, eyes to the floor. Damnit, you looked so adorable but so petrified standing in Liam’s dark bedroom. “Don’t be scared,” he says softly, taking both of your hands in his. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m more than happy to just hold you,” he places a gentle kiss on your brow and pulls you down onto his fluffy mattress with him. “But I want it to be you- my first time. I just…,” you covered your face with your hands and he pried them away, raining kisses down on your face. “And I can’t tell you what it means to me,” he whispers, kissing your lips. “I love you too much, I don’t want you to be afraid of me, of this,” his hands ran down your hips and up again and you shivered under his touch. “Do you trust me?” he asks, hands tugging up your shirt. “Yes,” you nod, because you did. You’d never trusted anyone this much before. “Good,” he grins. “We’ll take it slow, I promise. But if you want me as much as I want you, there will never be a reason to be afraid.”

Zayn: He can’t stop the smile that’s spreading across your face as you look at the motorcycle out front of his house. “It won’t bite you, babe,” he laughs. “It’s just a bike.” You shake your head. “It’s not just a bike, you could hurt yourself on this thing, Zayn. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He can’t argue with that. He closes the gap between you and wraps a strong arm around your waist. “I’ll be fine, do you want to take a ride with me? We’ll go slow,” he adds as an afterthought. “I don’t know,” you say slowly. The bike is pretty, and you sort of want to know what it’d feel like to fly, have the wind in your hair. “Don’t be afraid, my little rebel. Come on,” he hands you his extra helmet and swings up. With a flick of his wrist, the bike is purring underneath of him. He looks sexy in all black with the heavily tinted face mask and his fingers beckoning you closer. You swing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hang on, baby girl, we’re gunna fly,” when the bike takes off you let out a screech, Zayn’s laughter barely audible over the wind. “Hold on tight!” Like you could ever let him go.

Louis: “I know it’s sort of scary, but I don’t want you to be scared of it, of me,” he says nervously, hands lacing and unlacing together as you gape at him. “I know it’s a big thing to say and I know I’m not very good at this, but please say something,” he says desperately. He had just confessed to you, for the first time, that he loved you, he needed you. Louis had never said that before and it did terrify you to see the need in his eyes and in his voice. He was seldom so open, so emotional. “I’m not afraid, I’m stunned, you’ve never…” you trail off, staring at him. “I know,” he half smiles, “but it’s true.” He closes the distance and takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “I love you too, you know that. I’m just scared-scared of being needed, what if I’m not enough for you?” He blinks as if you’d struck him and wraps you in his arms. “You’re more than enough, you’re so good, so good baby. Your heart is all I’d ever need for the rest of my life. No one cares as much as you do, no one is a tender and as kind. I love you, I love you so much I can’t even breathe with it.”