remember when zayn and niall met at the AMA’s after zayn left the band and niall was the bigger person and decided to shake zayn’s hand and say hi, even though zayn left and broke his heart and niall would much rather just punch him in that pretty face he once (still) loved so much but he didn’t because he is GOOD and zayn was just… he was just shook to a point of no return, never before has a person looked that shook

name/alias:  rocky
age:  twenty seven -shiver-
preferred pronouns:  he/him
timezone:  gmt
how long have you been roleplaying?  it’s gotta be over ten years now, which is just crazy, okay?

favorite faces:  nico tortorella, cody christian, niall horan, pietro borelli, liam payne, zayn malik, dylan o’brien, brant daugherty, jesse lee soffer. i have more, like a LOT more
favorite plots/tropes:  i love messy plots, because i’m trash. plus give me some big families because i love getting in on them. also i like doing friend groups based off of tv show characters, because they can be so much fun omg.
what you’re looking forward to: meeting people and getting my postin’ on!

tell us about you/anything else!!! infp, slytherpuff (altho more hufflepuff than slytherin), i work in retail and the struggle is real, i also have an addiction to rupaul’s drag race and i like to do baking in my spare time, so cookies for all!

Shut Up

So basically, an anon gave me a full prompt about Niall getting Zayn’s tattoo (but the anon also basically gave me the entire plot so i can’t show the entire thing) :) <3

Niall and Zayn are polar opposites. 

At first glance, most people would be taken aback to see the two together, holding hands as they walk down the street or snogging before they parted ways on the tube. Zayn was all tall, dark, and handsome. Add some tattoos and a sexy, even stubble line along with the quiet, emotionless persona, he was the “bad boy” type to the tee. Niall, on the other hand, was all bright blonde hair, too lazy to re-dye the brown roots underneath with a loud and bubbly personality. He was the type to spend 30 minutes on his hair, but 2 on his outfit. Unbelievably skinny legs, unbelievably blue eyes. The two alone proved that whoever said “opposites attract” was completely and irrevocably right. 

Niall really really loves his boyfriend. 

They had been together for a year and 7 months and known each other for 2 years and 5 months prior to getting together and there was never any thought of the words “break up”. There had always been a sort of feral attraction between the two, even when Niall was dating a boy named Josh and Zayn a girl named Perrie, the two could hardly keep their hands off of each other. The demise of both relationships occurred when the two partners had decided they had enough of watching Zayn and Niall tip-toe around each other. Also, for Josh and Perrie to continue watching the two cuddle, hearing Zayn call Niall “babe” more than he did Perrie, or watching Niall as Niall watched Zayn take off his shirt– that wasn’t helping either.  

When they finally did get together, Zayn and Niall were already halfway in love. Sure, Zayn didn’t always voice his affection for Niall as much as the blonde would hope, and sometimes Niall would get too loud for Zayn, but they hardly ever had disagreements. They were the type of couple who never fought, and when they got close, they’d just cuddle or song it out until one of them agrees to see the others’ side. Overly affectionate and practically obsessed with each other, Niall was ready to take the next step. He loved Zayn’s tattoos. He loved Zayn’s tattoos. Not only were they a turn on, but they graced his arms and his chest so perfectly and each of them had such meaning that it could easily bring tears to his eyes. 

It made him want to get one to show Zayn exactly how much he loved him.

He remembers the day that Zayn had gotten the first tattoo dedicated to Niall (there were many). He was shy and embarrassed and Niall loved every second of that stupid crinkly-eyed smile that was written all over his boyfriend’s face. “Do you remember?” He asked, as if Niall wouldn’t. Niall couldn’t even get out any words, just nodding with elated tears in his eyes. 

Niall wanted to see that same look on Zayn’s face, when the blonde gets to show off his new marking. 

Niall knew it would be a risk to get the exact same font, word, and location as Zayn’s first tattoo dedicated to Niall, but he felt it was the only thing meaningful enough for him to get permanently stained onto his body. 

The tattoo had come out beautiful. Niall didn’t regret a minute as he stared at the new black stain, surrounded by red, inked on his collarbone. 

Harry had rolled his eyes lovingly, playfully asking if Niall knew that a tattoo was forever. Niall had just punched him in the arm. 

Now, Niall was in slight panic mode. Even though he knew Zayn would love it, that Zayn wouldn’t ever say anything bad, especially because of how meaningful the tattoo was to their relationship, he was still terrified. Zayn walks into the flat, calling out for Niall as soon as he does so. Giddy and nervous at the same time, Niall stands to greet his boyfriend. 

“Hey baby,” Zayn greets softly, grabbing Niall close and kissing his cheek gently. Niall is basically buzzing at this point and Zayn notices, squinting his eyes at the smaller boy. “What’s up?” 

Niall excitedly pulls Zayn towards the window, where the lighting will be best and plays with the hem of his shirt. “Do you remember that first tattoo you ever got for me?”  Niall asks timidly and Zayn’s smiles at the memory. 

“Of course I do.” He says, touching his collarbone subconsciously. 

“Well, I really have been thinking about this for a while now.. and I decided that I wanted to do something as sweet as that was for me, but for you.” Niall says, trying to word it correctly but some words feeling strange as Zayn’s face screws up. 

Niall pulls his shirt off, looking down at the reddened, but healing flesh of his collarbone, the elegant “Friday” written across it neatly. 

He’s so busy grinning at his own tattoo that he doesn’t even notice the smile slipping off of Zayn’s confused face. Zayn immediately drops his hands away from Niall, and that makes the boy look up. Niall’s exuberant smile then drops as he takes in the disappointed and somewhat angry look on his boyfriend’s face. “Um…” Niall says, voice nervous. “Surprise?” He tries, smiling lightly at his boyfriend, who’s eyes are trained on the tattoo scarred on his collarbone. 

“Oh my god…” Zayn mutters to himself, looking up at the ceiling and pinching the bridge of his nose in what looks to be complete frustration. Niall’s heart drops to his stomach along with every good feeling he had previously had about the tattoo. He hadn’t at all expected Zayn to react like this. 

There’s a deafening silence between the two for a couple of beats until- “What the fuck did you do?” Zayn snarls, making Niall step backwards timidly.

“I– I thought you would like it…” Niall protested softly but Zayn ignored it. 

“I don’t know what in the world would’ve made you want to do this, oh my god.” Zayn says, anger in his voice as he glares at the blonde.

Niall is dumbfounded for a moment before he speaks up, confused and upset by his boyfriend’s reaction. “Because I love you?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed. “Because I wanted to show you how much I love you and that we’re bonded and–” 

“That’s fuckin’ stupid, Niall.” Zayn spits, not even looking at Niall anymore as he stalks to the couch, huffing as he sits. Niall’s lower lip begins to wobble dramatically and he silently digs his fingernails into his palm, attempting to stop himself from breaking out into sobbing. 

“I don’t know why you’re acting this way, Zayn.” Niall says, his voice low so it doesn’t break.

Zayn doesn’t respond for a long moment, staring blankly at the television that isn’t even on. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He says with such disgust that the Irish boy’s heart is breaking. ‘is this us breaking up?’ 

“W-what? Why would you say that Zayn?” Niall asks, his voice louder, and he doesn’t even car when his voice cracks. 

The dark haired man still refuses to meet Niall’s eyes and he shrugs, getting up and stalking to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Niall flinches as the door is slammed and drops to the ground next to the window. The tattoo is aching, pulsing to the sound of his heartbeat, making Niall wince and rub it softly. He hated every feeling of regret that was seeping into his mind. He didn’t want to regret this. He didn’t want to wince and cry every time he saw the tattoo. He didn’t want to break up with Zayn.

Niall knows he’s crying pathetically on the ground but he’s just so confused. After a few minutes of sniffling and gathering himself, he knocks on the bedroom door, trying to get Zayn’s attention. He tries opening the door after there’s no answer, but it’s locked. Their bedroom door had never been locked before (except for when they were in there together). Once again, Niall’s heart stutters. He tries hollering through the door, begging for Zayn’s attention and answers, but he has to just convince himself that the older man is sleeping. 

But he knows that Zayn is a light sleeper. 

Niall wakes up to the sound of their bedroom door opening. He was previously asleep on top of his own arms, resting against the kitchen island. He gulps visibly as Zayn enters the room, looking even better than he did before, hair quiffed and leather jacket on. Niall knows that that means the older boy is probably going to the bar. It’s just, usually Niall is invited as well. 

“Zayn?” Niall prods, following the man as he walks straight past the kitchen. 

There is no response, not even an inkling that he heard the blonde and all Niall can think is ‘why is he the one who gets to give the silent treatment?

“Zayn!” Niall demands, finally loosing his temper and clutching Zayn’s arm, forcing the man from opening the door to their flat. 

Zayn won’t even meet Niall’s eyes. His amber eyes are hard and cold and they look like they do when some guy at the club flirts with Niall, or when someone calls the couple ‘fags’ as they hold hands. It’s a look that Niall has never seen directed solely at himself. 

He hates it.

“Where are you going?” Niall asks before mentally punching himself, “I mean.. like, why aren’t you  talking to me? Why do you hate the tattoo so much?” Niall asks softly. 

Zayn doesn’t respond, meeting Niall’s eyes with hot anger before jerking his arm away and slamming the door shut behind him, literally leaving Niall behind in his dust. The tears come back, resurfacing from before and Niall barely refrains from falling to the floor again. Trying to put on a brave face, Niall strides into the bedroom and grabs his tiny traveling suitcase and gathers a bunch of his favorite clothes. His mind and his heart hurts as he comes to the realization that half of “his” favorite clothes were actually Zayn’s.

He closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, and packs them anyway. 

He pulls on a large hoodie that also was originally Zayn’s and his pillow. Picking up a couple of knick-knacks that he knew were his own, he leaves the house in a teary rage and begins the walk to Harrys. 

* * * *

When he gets there, Harry isn’t home, but he gets the spare key hidden in the flower pot easily, and shoves all of his things down next to the couch. Without even turning on a light, he crawls into Harry’s bed and falls to sleep just after sending one text. 

To: Haz
m at ur house so don’t freak wen u get home.

* * * *

Harry gets home within fifteen minutes, crawling in clumsily, waking Niall up in an instant. He cuddles into Harry’s warmth, sniffling lightly as Harry coos at him. “What’s goin on, Ni-bear?” Harry asks, all motherly and kind. 

Niall swipes the tears that are already falling from his eyes as he mutters. “Zayn hated it.”

“Zayn hated wh- wait..” Harry says, realization kicking in. “What? I’m so confused.” He says, and Niall feels like slapping him. (Okay not really, but everything is so sucky right now and Niall can’t help but be frustrated). “I was just out with him and he seemed fine. Drank a bit too much but-”

“Wait, what?” Niall says, sitting up hurriedly. “You went out with Zayn… without me?” 

Harry’s eyes narrow as he sits up slowly. “Well, I mean, Liam sent out a text to you, Zee, Lou, and me to see if we wanted to go get drinks.” 

Niall’s eyes narrow as well. “I didn’t get one.”

“Liam just texted Zayn and told him to invite you? Zayn told us that you weren’t feeling well.” Harry’s face screws up in confusion as he takes in the angry look on my face. “Are you saying he didn’t tell you? Why?” Harry asks. 

“Because…” Niall says softly, tears returning to his eyes. “He doesn’t like it.”

“Like what, Ni?” Harry asks, hugging Niall closely. 

The blonde simply points to his itching tattoo, not able to say the words without breaking down completely. 

Niall can tell that Harry is trying to hide his reaction, but the gasp of pity is so loud, the people across the hall probably heard it too. “Ni…”

“He basically told me he hated it and that I shouldn’t have done it.” Niall whimpers, tears freely streaming down his red cheeks. “He said it was fucking stupid and then he wouldn’t talk to me at all. He locked himself in the bedroom and then a few hours later left for the bar after ignoring me again.” Niall explained and he could see Harry’s eyes burning with anger. Harry’s phone buzzes suddenly and Harry looks to Niall for permission before picking it up and clenching his jaw. “What is it?” Niall asks gently, and he looks up at the irish boy guiltily. 

“N-nothing.” He tries but Niall knows better. 

“Harry.” He warns. 

The tall boy sighs, shaking his head. “It was just Liam, asking if… asking if you and Zayn were having problems because… I guess Zayn is talking about you back at the bar, i dunno.” Harry blurts, looking immensely sorry for his blonde friend. 

Niall doesn’t respond immediately, just looking down at the Zebra patterned duvet sadly. “Talking about me?” Niall asks softly, feeling as if he was in high school all over again, learning that his “friends” weren’t actually friends at all.

Harry shrugged. “What do you want me to say?” He asks timidly, fiddling with his phone nervously. 

“Can we just- can I tell them later and not deal with this right now? My head hurts from crying so much and I just… I can’t do this right now, alright, Haz?” Niall says, rubbing his eyes tiredly and Harry nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, Ni, I’ll just say ‘idk’, is that good?” Harry says, and Niall nods.

They spend the night cuddling with Harry whispering idiotic jokes in Niall’s ear, trying his best to make his friend laugh or at least smile before bed. 

* * * *

Three days later and Zayn still hasn’t contacted Niall. The blonde was baffled. He had at least expected his (ex?) boyfriend to call and apologize or at least explain the overreaction that had occurred. 

He had done nothing except puttering around Harry’s flat with red-rimmed eyes and a crushed sprit. Harry had tried and failed to cheer up the depressed blonde, but Niall couldn’t do much other than give the curly haired lad a small, forced smile. 

Niall was just now putting on a clean t-shirt, letting out a quiet whimper as he recognizes that it’s Zayn’s. He’s about to leave the bedroom he had isolated himself in when he hears slow, whispering voices coming from the living area of Harry’s flat. Spy mode activated, Niall silently sneaks into the hallway where he can easily hear the hushed conversation. 

“Harry, I know you’re holding back.” Louis is saying, a little bit of anger on the edge of his voice. 

Liam makes a noise of agreement. “Yeah, mate. We’ve been at Zayn and Niall’s flat with Zee and he’s been absolutely awful. He’s barely even talking and when he does, it’s rude and uncalled for. Not to mention the fact that Niall isn’t ever there.” He rants, and Niall can picture his friend pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“Yeah, bro, I haven’t even seen Niall since, like, last week.” Louis says, sounding annoyed by the fact. 

“So we definitely know something is going on. And we know you know about it.” Liam adds.

“How do you come to that conclusion?” Harry voices, sounding doubtfully confused. Niall wants to scoff out loud at Harry’s terrible acting skills. 

Before either of the boys could respond, Niall decides to make his presence known. 

“It’s alright, Haz, you don’t have to lie for me anymore.” I say guiltily as I walk out from the hallway. Harry lets out a loud sigh, collapsing back into the couch, muttering a low ‘thank god’. 

Liam and Louis on the other hand look dumfounded. “What.” Liam states, eyes narrowing in complete confusion. 

“Look.” Niall sighs. “I’m sorry I haven’t talked to y’all but Haz said you were with Zayn and..” Niall exhales heavily as tears come to his eyes. Both Louis and Liam jump to their friend’s side instantly cooing at him sorrowfully. 

“No, no, dude it’s fine just breathe, it’s okay.” Louis says as Liam rubs his back lightly. 

“It’s just– I–” Niall stutters

Harry interrupts his embarrassing sputtering, “NI, just show them.” 

Niall inhales shakily. He hadn’t looked at the monstrous, awful tattoo since Zayn had rejected it. He eyes Harry for a minute before pulling down the collar of his shirt, looking at the ceiling in shame as Liam and Louis gasp in shock. 

None of them had ever expected for Niall to get a tattoo, and they couldn’t understand why this would cause a tiff between the couple. 

“Wha… what?” Louis asks, trying to stop himself from touching the new ink on his friend’s skin.

“He didn’t like it.” Niall whispers and the room goes silent. 

Liam and Louis’ jaws are on the ground and Harry’s face is just angry.

“No.” Is all Louis says and everyone’s head whips around to look at the blue eyed man. 

“Excuse me?” Niall says, his voice a bit dangerous. 

“No. You’re coming with me right now.” Louis says before dragging the blonde out the flat door, forcing him through the door despite his desperate yells.

* * * *

Niall knows exactly where Louis is taking him. And sure, he could’ve easily told Louis off and jerked his arm away– but a part of him wanted to see Zayn. In fact, most of him wanted to see Zayn- to force his (ex) boyfriend to face him. That didn’t stop his shaking hands as Louis knocks on the door. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Nall mutters quietly and then Zayn is opening the door and Niall’s preparing himself to die but– Zayn looks awful. 

And Niall is allowed to say that because he’s in love with the man, but- Zayn’s eyes are bloodshot and red rimmed and his clothes are wrinkled and his beard is overgrown– he looks like a disheveled mess and honestly it makes Niall feel a lot better about himself. 

“Shit.” Zayn murmurs as he makes eye contact with Niall and Louis rolls his eyes, shoving Niall in what used to be their flat, and yelling- “Talk it out, idiots!”

The door slams behind them and Niall is faced with the huge abomination that used to be their clean and organized living room.  “Um-”

“I- I’m sorry, I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.” Zayn says nervously, picking up empty beer bottles off the floor and rushing to throw them in the recycling bin. 

“It’s okay.” Niall says lowly and Zayn stops cleaning so vigorously. “Can we just- can we talk?”

Zayn nods eagerly, cleaning off a small section that is barely large enough for both of them, but it’s obvious that both of them need the proximity to be calm. 

“I just.. I guess I don’t understand.” Niall says, hurt clear in his voice and Zayn’s eyes break.

“I know. God, I hate myself so much for how much I’ve hurt us. Especially you. I can’t really explain it without sounding like a complete idiot…” Zayn sighs. “I just– let me–” Before he finishes his sentence he rips off his shirt and okay– Niall was not ready for that. 

Before Niall can protest, Zayn stops, grabbing the blondes hand pleadingly. “Look, you know which ones were meant for you.” He says, and yes, of course Niall does, he could never forget every time that Zayn would showcase them to him. “You– I’m so bad with words compared to you.” He admits and Niall knows that Zayn thinks that but- “And this is how I can make you feel the same way that you make me feel all the time.” He says softly and Niall closes his eyes, heart pouring against his chest painfully. 

“Zayn, you make me feel amazing just by smiling at me. I don’t know why you think I need incentive to stay with you other than the fact that you’re an amazing boyfriend and I’m in love with you.” Niall says, feeling as if he just dropped a bomb by the way Zayn’s looking at him, completely awed. 

“Ni…” He says, moving in much closer than Niall’s yet comfortable. 

“No, Zayn. You still haven’t told me why you reacted the way you did… I thought you were going to love.. it…” Niall says, upset and Zayn shakes his head. 

The dark haired man just clenches his jaw. “I don’t know, Ni, I felt like.. like I’m the quiet idiot that can’t even tell his boyfriend that I love him without these… these tattoos. And I got so pissed off that I made you feel obligated to stain your perfect body just because I can’t love you right.” Zayn says and Niall hated the tears that he saw pooling in the other man’s eyes. 

“You…” Niall begins, his face breaking into a huge, rueful smile. “You’re a fucking idiot Zayn Malik.” He says, his words turning into a long, hard laugh, which makes Zayn’s upset face turn confused. 

“I know.” He agrees, still looking depressed so  Niall rolls his eyes and grabs his face and kisses him forcefully, making Zayn immediately respond. They kiss for a few minutes, sitting cross-legged as they cradled one another’s faces, making up for lost time. “Wh-what?” Zayn asks, dazed, as Niall pulls away.

“I got this tattoo because I wanted it. I wanted to show everyone our connection and love. Not because I felt I owed it to you. I love you, Zayn. The reason you get your tattoos? Same reason I got mine.” Niall says, rolling his eyes and Zayn’s eyebrows furrow.

“I’m an idiot.” He says and Niall lets out a small laugh, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Ni, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you in any way.” He says, and Niall can already sense the guilt in his voices. 

“Shut up, alright?” Niall suggests and Zayn raises his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he brings Niall up and into his arms. 

Zayn chuckles, “I think that is the first time I’ve ever heard anyone ask me to shut up.”

Niall rolls his eyes once more. “Shut up before I make you.” He warns playfully, turning in Zayn’s arms to narrow his eyes at the dark skinned boy. 

“Make me.” Zayn mouths, crinkle eyed smile in full effect. 

You can guess what happens next.

ahhhhg this one started out so well i was very proud. I hope that the rest was alright. YEEES ZIALL IS BACK BBY

Prompts are open! I do any niall centered fic also OTPs, OT3, OT4, and OT5. You can see my previous writings here and my master post here

Preference #29 His Favorite Place To Kiss You

Harry: Your lips…

Harry is very cheeky and he’s always giving you kisses to your lips no matter who’s around. But there’s nothing he loves more than to kiss you behind closed doors, after a long hard day at the studio. So he’d walk over to the bed, riding himself of his shirt, and straddle your lap. He’d lean in and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in days. The way you melt against him, as soon as his lips meet yours makes him smile knowing he has that effect on you.


Liam: Your stomach…

Liam is known to the world and the One Direction fans as the innocent one. But that isn’t even close to the truth especially when it comes time for some alone time you’ve both been dreaming about all day. With you laying underneath him in only your bra and panties, he’ll hover over you leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach making you whimper. He loves the soft whimpers leaving your lips which is why kissing your stomach is one of the reasons it’s his favorite place to kiss you. And it’s in that moment where you thank your lucky stars that you’re the only one who sees this side of the ‘innocent’ one.


Louis: Your neck…

Louis is the king of teasing. Nobody is better at it than him and he makes sure you know it. So when you’re sitting across from him at a party and your phone goes off, you knew it was him. You pull out your phone and make sure no one is around before you his text. You gasped when you read the details of what he was going to do you later that night. When you looked up you near moaned as he made his way towards. Before you could even say a word his lips were against your neck, like they always were when he was in the mood. He always told you it made him feel in control with his lips pressed to your neck. When he was finished he looked up at you, his blue eyes almost black and whispered a simple word in your ear knowing you were in for it, “Mine.”



Niall: Your forehead…

Niall loves feeling like he’s always protecting you, whether it’s from fans sending you hate or the paps chasing you down the street. He also loves to make you feel loved at all times. So when Harry and his new bride asked all the couples to join the on the dance floor one last time before leaving, he pulled you into his arms and swayed with you. With your hand against his chest, he pressed his lips against your forehead. You looked up at him with a smile on your face and said, ‘I love you Niall, thank you for loving me.’ He said nothing back to you but the smile on his face said it all. He knows a simple kiss to your forehead lets you know just how he feels.


Zayn: Your nose…

Much like Liam, Zayn is known for being something his is, but only a little bit of the time, the bad boy. But you see a playful side that not everyone gets to see. He loves to be spontaneous and do small things for you to make you smile. So when he set up a picnic at the park near by your house your heart surged with love. After all the eating and laughing was done you laid down on your back, closed your eyes and enjoyed the sun. Little did you know Zayn was sneaking up on you and before you knew it he placed a small kiss to your nose making you giggle. The way you laughed in turn made his heart surge. Kisses like that became more and more constant because of the way you giggled. He loved being playful with you and you were lucky to have this side of him all to yourself.

Mr. & Mrs. Styles Part Two

A/N: I wrote this on my phone and I’m also using my phone to post it. I can’t really edit things right now but when I get hold of a laptop I’ll fix the format and some of the grammar but for now, please bear with me.

Part One

“So you’re currently in quite a lot of magazine headlines lately,” Ellen began to say, “and they all had to do with your previous interview and a certain member of One Direction.” Ellen gave a knowing look and smile while the screen behind us featured a picture of me and Harry from my Instagram post.

I looked at the picture behind us and I grinned in response. “Yeah, there were quite a lot of issue and response regarding the interview,” I replied, nodding and agreeing to Ellen.

“Well, obviously what everyone wants to know is whether you and Harry are dating,” Ellen said, not asking a question but implying she wants an answer about the issue.

“A lot of people have been asking me about that, yeah. They’re all interested and eager to know what’s happening,” I ignored the implied question and just confirmed her statement.

“I’ll go straight to the point then since we’ve dancing around the topic. Are you and Harry Styles dating?” Ellen, done with implying her question, finally asked.

I smiled at her question. “Harry and I,” I began to say before pausing for a few seconds and looked at the audience, grinning, “are good friends.”

The audience let out a groan, disagreeing with my response, and didn’t believe my answer. Ellen immediately questioned my answer, “Are you lying? There’s no way you guys aren’t dating.”
I shook my head and replied, “As surprising it may be for everyone but Harry and I aren’t together.”

“Maybe we should add a ‘yet’ to that,” Ellen teased and I laughed in response, my smile beaming.

“You look happier though,” Ellen commented before adding, “and everyone thinks it’s because someone is making you happy. Honestly, I would love it if you guys are together. You guys look good together.”

“You think so?” I asked and Ellen nodded in reply. “I think so, too,” I added teasingly, which caused the audience to react loudly in agreement.

Ellen laughed at my response and asked, “What’s stopping you guys then?”

“The question is how can you guys be so sure that we feel that way towards each other?” I countered. 

“Do you?” Ellen immediately fired back and I replied, “You tell me, Ellen, after all you guys assumed that we are already together.”

“Well, from what I saw from pictures and interviews, you guys seemed comfortable with each other and enjoy each other’s company so I’m assuming that you guys must at least like each other a lot to be in that kind of friendship,” she explained and I smiled at her response.

“Plus have you seen how Harry acts every time an interviewer asks about you? His face just brightens up ten fold,” Ellen added, “Just like how your face lights up when I mention his name.”

My eyes widened to her last revelation. Ellen laughed and said, “You didn’t expect that one, did you?” I shook my head and replied, “I never heard of that but I guess I do.”

“Well I wish everything works out between you guys but for now, we’ll take a break and then play a game,” Ellen ended the topic and we chatted during the break.


@(Y/I/N): This is what you get for falling asleep on me. *A selfie with Harry sleeping with his mouth slightly open beside me while I stuck my tongue out towards the camera*

@Harry_Styles: @(Y/T/N) Out of all the pictures in your phone, why did you have to post that one? x

@(Y/T/N): @Harry_Styles you want me to post a more embarrassing one then?

@Harry_Styles: @(Y/T/N) No, don’t. I already know which one you’re talking about and you shouldn’t post it.x

@(Y/T/N): @Harry_Styles I’ll post it if you fall asleep on me again or the next time you make fun of me, Mr. Styles.

@Harry_Styles: @(Y/T/N) Noted, Mrs. Styles. x

@1dZainMalik27: @Harry_Styles and @(Y/T/N) are flirting again and they’re using their pet names #Mr&MrsStyles

@LiamPayno387: It’s pretty obvious that these two are going out and I totally ship it! #Mr&MrsStyles

@(Y/N)love43: They’ve been spending a lot of time together and they seem to enjoy each other’s company so #Mr&MrsStyles I ship it.

@Ziam1d12: #Mr&MrsStyles is trending! So are they together or what?


“Get a room!” Louis, who just entered the room, yelled towards me and Harry. Harry and I were seated in a couch at the backstage of their concert, just talking. They’re waiting for the time for them to perform. Lou called Harry since it’s his turn for makeup and hairstyle.

“I’ll be right back,” Harry said before kissing my cheek. “I’ll wait for you,” I replied, smiling at him. He waved goodbye before he left the room.

Right after Harry left, Zayn sat beside me. “So are you going to tell me anything about what’s happening between you and Harry,” he asked, facing me. Zayn and I became friends when he approached me after one performance. Eventually we became close and we share things with each other and I was not surprised that he’s asking me about me and Harry.

I looked back at Zayn and replied, “I honestly don’t know.” I scrunched my face in annoyance.

“You guys haven’t talked about it at all?” He asked and I shook my head in agreement, “None at all. I don’t even know if he’s interested that way. I mean I know he’s a fan of me and likes me but does he like me ‘cause he idolize me or because he actually has feelings for me, you know?” I let out a sigh and leaned on Zayn, “Do you know anything?”

“I know he does like you and I doubt it’s only because he idolize you but also because he does feel something for you. I’m not Harry though so don’t take my words for it. I would prefer that you guys talk about and settle things out,” he suggested as he hugged me, giving me support.

I just nodded and hoped for the best. Zayn left the topic alone and rather, began taking selfies together.

@(Y/I/N): Look at this guy. How can he still be good looking when he’s supposedly making an ugly face?

@Zaynegirl32: @(Y/T/N) @zaynmalik you guys look so cute and still gorgeous wit those ugly face.

@MrsHoran342: I’m so jealous of @(Y/T/N) right now. She’s so close to all the boys.

@the(Y/N)girl: Stop hating cause she took a selfie with her close friend. Stop jumping into conclusions and start assuming things.

@Malik93wife: Is @(Y/T/N) tryin to steal my man now? Stick to @Harry_Styles.


I was browsing through at the comments and mentions and every now and then, I would scoff and roll my eyes. I didn’t realize Harry was back from his makeup and hairstyling when I said, “What the fuck?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Someone asked and I looked up, startled, and found Harry looking at me, worried. He then sat beside me and took my phone from me.

@theulitimate1dgirl: @(Y/T/N) bitch, you better back off my boys. I don’t care who you are but you’re ugly and fat

“What the fuck?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows, anger visible in his eyes. “It’s nothing to be bothered about, Harry. I just got caught off guard with the comment since most of them were pretty nice,” I explained, trying to soothe his anger. I took his face with both of my hands and forced him to look at me, “It’s seriously okay, Harry. Don’t beat yourself to it.”

“I know but that was still rude, especially when you’re not doing anything wrong. That’s just mean,” he began to say, anger still lingering in his tone.

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his left cheek, “I’m fine, you’re fine and we’re fine.” His gaze softened and he nodded, “I’m still sorry about it though. Our fans shouldn’t say those things to you.”

“I’m used to it, Harry. It’s nothing new, really. I just overreacted a little bit about it,” I smiled at him and he smiled back before he engulfed me in a hug.

I hugged back, snuggling to his chest and said, “You’re so comfortable, Haz. I can stay here all day and all night.”

“I would love to stay here and cuddle with you longer but we’re about to go on stage,” Harry whispered to my ear as he noticed the boys were leaving but not before giving him a sign that they have to go.

“I know. Have a great performance out there, okay?” I replied, still not letting go of him. “As long as you’re there I’ll do my best tonight,” Harry let go, causing me to let go as well. We stood up and we walked towards the entrance of the stage, holding hands, where the boys were waiting.

The boys saw our hands together but didn’t comment about it for now. Harry and I parted ways but not before I wished them luck and hugged all of them.


“Wow, look at all these people! You guys have been amazing so far and I can’t thank you all enough for the love and support you guys have given us. On behalf of the boys and myself, We’re One Direction and thank you so much for coming out to see us,” Liam finished his gratitude speech by blowing a kiss to the fans.

“So Liam,” Louis began to say as he approached Liam and encircled his arm around Liam’s neck. “Yes, Tommo?” Liam replied. “I’m just wondering why one of our members was late coming out before our performance tonight,” Louis said with a teasing tone before he turned to face the rest of the boys.

Niall laughed while Zayn smirked, looking at Harry’s direction. Liam then responded to Louis, “I think he was distracted earlier. Lou was surprised too ‘cause he didn’t give too much trouble earlier when she was fixing him.”

Niall added, “That’s cause he wanted to go back to his distraction as soon as possible, lads. We all know how eager he was when he learned his distraction is coming.”

“Stop using distraction and just use her name,” Zayn snapped back at them.

Harry just covered his face with his hands while shaking his head, embarrassed by what the boys were saying while you were there watching them.

The fans went crazy with the boy’s revelation and wouldn’t stop screaming.

“So Haz, would you give us some explanation then?” Louis turned directly at Harry.

“First of all, I was not distracted nor have a distraction. I had some company before the show and had to join you guys last minute because I was enjoying my time with the said company,” Harry explained, trying to be clear that there’s nothing to talk much about it.

“First you guys call her a distraction and now a company. I wonder what’s next?” Zayn joked and Liam replied, “Can we say her name?”

“I don’t know, Liam. I think it’s safer if we don’t but I think we all know who we’re talking about here, right everyone?” Louis asked the fans and everyone yelled “Yeah.”

“See, I told you guys they know about it,” Louis said while Harry retorted, “So what’s the next song, Louis?”

“Eager to move on to the next topic aren’t we, Harold?” Louis teased Harry while the rest of the boys laughed at them. Harry glared at Louis and Louis faked a surrender and said, “Fine, the next song is Kiss You.”


@NiallOfficial: How cute is this? *A picture of you and Harry hugging earlier at the backstage.

@LouTesdale: @NiallOfficial that’s just the cutest thing! I wish I was there when that happened.

@1dafZainM: @NiallOfficial is that @Harry_Styles and @(Y/T/N)? Omg. Does this mean they’re officially together?

@MrsStyles0827: I’m somewhat sad he calls someone else my username. #Mr&MrsStyles

@(Y/T/N): @NiallOfficial Of course, we cute.

@MrsHoran342: Is it just me or #Mr&MrsStyles is always trending?

@Harry_Styles: @NiallOfficial That’s a beautiful picture xH

E!: Are Harry Styles and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) getting too cozy?

Billboard: Two big names in pop music together?

TMZ: Breaking News: Harry Styles and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are dating!

Sugarscape: Harry Styles and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are totally dating and we’re excited for it!

One Direction member, Niall Horan, recently posted an Instagram picture of Harry Styles and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in a rather intimate hug. It was a couple of months back when the boys revealed that they have a crush on the said popstar and actress and that Harry is the one who has the biggest crush. One Direction and (Y/N) then appeared together in Chatty Man with Alan Carr where things between Harry and (Y/N) started to spice up. After the two interview, many said that the two clicked and started spending as much time as possible together. The two were often seen out together and (Y/N) even posted a couple of their selfies together on Instagram.

In the most recent concert of One Direction, when Niall’s picture was taken, (Y/N) attended the concert for support and during the concert, the rest of the boys teased their bandmate Harry about (Y/N). The boys revealed that Harry was almost late to the stage because he was preoccupied with (Y/N). Harry defended that he was just merely enjoying his time with (Y/N) while throughout this conversation between the boys, they never mentioned (Y/N)’s name but did imply that they were talking about her. 

These events led to even more people questioning whether or not they are going out after (Y/N) denied the accusation a couple of days back in her interview with Ellen Degeneres. The fans from both sides were split into two. Some supports the couple while others were unsure or dislikes the idea.

All we know here in Sugarscape is that they’re the cutest couple and we support them wholeheartedly.

Preference #12: Braids

Harry: “Harry can I braid your hair?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes against his neck, leaving butterfly kisses. “Sure, sweet pea, go ahead,” Harry giggles, your eyelashes tickling him. “Alright, sit down in front of me,” you say, pulling him towrds the couch, setting him on the ground. You then start running your fingers through his curly strands. He almost lets out a moan at how nice it feels, but instead opting for leaning into your hands and humming quietly. “You remind me of a cat, you know,” you laugh, starting up the first braid. “Why is that, kitty?” Harry hums, eyes closing. “You just love it when people pet you. You’re pretty much purring right now,” you laugh, starting the second braid. “I guess you’re right, bunny. I just like it when people play with my hair; especially you. Feels like heaven and sunshine mixed together whenever you touch me to be honest” 

Louis: “I like your hair. its really cute, lovey,” Louis compliments, pulling on your braid. “Don’t pull too hard, the flowers might fall out,” you light scold him, turning around to give him a kiss on his stubbly cheek. Louis just laughed, his eye-scrunching grin contorting his face, “Sorry, bunny.” Louis pulled you outside to the backyard so you can lay with him in the grass. You both laid on your sides, facing each other, talking about the last few wedding details you needed to figure out. “Can you do your hair like this when we get married?” Louis asks, lightly running his fingers over the twisted strands. “Course Lou, I didn’t know you would like it this much.” “Lovey, you make everything look so pretty. You coulda put weeds in your hair and I would have thought its the most beautiful thing in the world.”

Liam: “Lovey, why do you do that?” Liam asks, after your english teacher stops lecturing, letting the class get to work. “Do what?” you ask confused. “You braid little peices of your hair during class sometimes,” Liam explains, pullling one of the tiny braid out from your mass of hair. “Oh, I just get bored, so I just mess with my hair instead,” you explain. “I think that’s really cute. I dunno why, but I love seeing all of the little braids in your hair after class. Looks real artsy,” Liam teases, tugging on the smallest braid. “Want me to do a little piece in your hair?” you joke. “I think my hair might be a little too short, lovey, and I don’t think our teacher would really appreciate seeing you braid my hair in the middle of class.” “Alright, but dont come crying to me when Zayn says your hair isn’t artsy enough.” 

Zayn: “Can I try braiding your hair?” Zayn asks suddenly. “Yeah, sure why?” you ask, settling yourself in between his legs, his chest to your back. “Dunno, just wanna.” Zayn mumbles, his hands sliding through your hair. after a while of sitting there, Zayn accidently tugging too hard every now and then, followed by his mummbled apolgies accompanied with kisses to the sore spots, you notice how long its taking Zayn. “Why is this taking so long, babe? Do you really know what you’re doing?” you lightly tease him, leaning your head back to look up. “Uh, not really, no. I just wanted to play with your hair,” Zayn confesses, hiding his lightly blushing face in your hair. “You know you could just ask if you wanted to play with my hair. I love it when people do that,” you tell him, standing up and laying on the couch with your head in his lap, “Plus, I doubt there would have been so much hair pulling if you just asked.” “Oh shut up”

Niall: “Niall, can I braid your hair?” you ask, Niall sitting on the couch, mesing with his phone. “I dunno if I have enough hair princess,” Niall laughs, leaning his head back to look at you. “I can just do a little one in the front,” you persuade. “Alright, babygirl, come over here,” Niall says pulling you around the couch. He sets you on the couch, him right in front of you. “I’m gonna make you look so pretty,” you joke. You and Niall converse through out your construction of the small braids. “When we have babies, will your braid their hair too?” niall blurts. “Where’s this coming from, huh?” you tease. “I dunno, jus’ like the thought of you helping our little baby girl or baby boy get ready for their first day of school and they want their mum to braid their hair”

okay so two down four more to go u g h. but thanks for readying and please request


Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

It was never going to be the same.

Niall hated this. Knee jumping up and down nervously, biting at his nails like he used to when he was a teenager, Niall really really hated this. How could they even do this without Zayn? How could they even try to continue on being a band if Zayn wasn’t there. 

Niall knew that Zayn was better off, back at home in his small, cozy studio apartment looking over beautiful London. Niall knew that Zayn was better off there, paintbrush or pencil in hand, ready to sketch the buildings surrounding the sunset that particular evening. Niall knew that. It didn’t make it any easier. 

Harry was sat next to him, heavy arm wound around his shoulders. They all knew Niall was taking it the hardest. After all, it was Niall who first ever said that One Direction couldn’t have possibly worked without one of them. And Zayn was gone. 

Niall shook his head at his own thoughts.

Zayn was not gone. Zayn was with them all the time. Constantly texting or skyping one another on the tour bus, cheering them on via snapchat at award shows. Zayn was always with them. 

The boys understood. They understood that Zayn just enjoyed the silence and calmness of a small, quaint life rather than the bustling and busy one they were living. Of course they understood. They got upset and hated it sometimes too. But for Liam, Louis, Harry, and Niall, It just never overpowered their love of the concerts and fame. 

Zayn never particularly liked that kind of stuff, and the boys respected that so much. It was hard to put into words how much they respected and understood his desicion. And honestly, they were so glad that Zayn finally put his happiness in front of everything else for once in his life. 

Zayn deserved that. 

The boys knew that their first concert would be the hardest. Niall especially. 

The blonde wiped the last tears off his face, clambering up as their assistant gave them the “five minute” sign. He shook his head, trying his best to feel better about the entire situation. He was on his way to the docking station when he felt the buzz in his back pocket. 

From: Zaynie

“I know tonight’s been a tad hard on you. But, hey, I’m with you alright? Always. Come home soon, baby xxx”

Niall smiled blindingly through his tears. Nodding his head as if the tanned boy could see him. He wiped his tears for the last time and grabbed his guitar. 

No, tonight was not going to be the same. It would never be the same without Zayn. But with the other boys by his side and Zayn’s undying support waiting for him back home, they would make it. Niall was sure of it. 

They might not be One Direction without Zayn, but they’ll always be our lovely, talented boys. Tons, tons, tons of support towards them, forever and always. 

I honestly feel so much better right now. I hope this makes you guys feel as good as it made me feel. I just can imagine this happening in real life, you know? :) 

Prompts are open! I take any Niall centered relationship and i will ALWAYS include Zayn. 

Preference#63: He's Getting Married to Someone Else (part 3)

****Authors Note: This is the last and final part! I hope you guys enjoy it! Send in reactions and feedback.

Harry: You mind was racing a million thoughts a second and words were not forming. You knew your time was running out and your chance of finding true love was growing slim. “(Y/N) please,” Harry said, holding tightly onto your hands. “If you don’t say something now, then I will leave you and everything we had behind, no matter how much I don’t want to.” He said, continuing to pressure you softly. “Whenever I thought of my happy ending, I always thought of it with you,” You whispered, avoiding his eyes. “But I’m no one special Harry. I’m just another wide-eyed girl who is greatly in love with you.” You finally met his eyes and were alarmed at how close they were. The dark green eyes inched closer and closer until Harry’s lips were finally hovering over yours. “You’re entire life you have always said how unworthy you are of me,” he whispered, his hands moving from your hands to your face. “But I have never been so deeply and desperately in love with someone as I am with you.” He said. Finally your lips touched and in a moment of desperation and need, you two completely indulged in each other. Hands wandered and lips moved in sync and the two of you molded together. The kiss was long and full of emotion and when the two of you released, you were both gasping for air. “Harry,” you breathed. He shook his head, “Yeah,” He gasped. “Will you run away with you?” He let out a deep throaty chuckle. He leaned again and placed a small peck on your lips again. He held your hands into his, “Where do you want to go?”

Louis: Your words never seemed to falter you, except for now. Your tongue was tied and mouth was as cry as the desert. You blinked twice trying to collect your thoughts, and your emotions. You never thought you would be here, not at all. You never imagined your life the way it is today. But your imagination is exactly what it is, fake and made-up. “Truth is,” you whispered. “You make me feel all sorts of ways. But you’ve told me many times that you love me, and you’ve also left me many times. I’m not sure if I can believe you this time.” You said slowly. He took your hands and brought them to his lips, “I know. I used to think that I loved myself too much to love someone else but then I realized I can not love anyone as much as I love you.” His words were soft, barely above a whisper but they sunk into your mind and absorbed into your veins. Again you felt yourself fall for his words but this time it was different. There was not a nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you this was a mistake. You believed him and his next words reassured you. “I had all the answers but then you came here today and changed all the questions,” he said lightly. “I should not be asking whether I’ve always been the one for you because I know I always have been. I should ask you, are you ready to let me back into your life despite the amounts that I have hurt you?” he said. You sighed, “Of course you’ve always been the one for me,” you said. “I could never forget the ways you made me feel.” You sniffled. You shook your head and laughed at yourself. ‘Get the words out,’ you thought. “I love you Louis,” you said. “And I’m ready to be part of your life again.” Then time went slowly. He did not say anything just sparked a smile bright enough to light up your entire body. He spun you around and once you two embraced each other, set you on the ground. He gently placed a kiss to your lips, sealing them with full promises.

Liam: You felt your heart sink. You pushed the aching feeling aside because you were not going to leave not when you were so close. “But you’re not going to happy Liam,” you yelled. “Not with her!” He roughly approached you, “And what?” he said throwing his hands up. “Will I be happy with you?” And there it was. Another cut through your very delicate heart. His sarcastic tone sliced perfectly. “That’s for you to decide, and for us to find out.” You said placing a hand over your mouth, trying to control your emotions. “(Y/N),” he groaned. He ran a rough hand through his hair. “We are poison for each other. I need to move on.” You let out an equally rough sigh, “And you think the only way to move on from me, is to marry her?” you said, completely ridiculed. “Well (Y/N), I have literally tried everything else. I tried dating other women, I tried drinking the pain away, I’ve literally tried everything but it was all temporary. I needed something permanent.” He grunted. “Liam you are just ensuring your life being permanently painful.” You said. “Well (Y/N),” he sighed. “I’m sorry that you don’t agree with my decision but you can’t convince me to stop this wedding.” You rolled your eyes, “Fine Liam,” you heart sank. You did not have any will to continue. “You can walk down that aisle, and pretend your happy and smile at her, but I know you will only be happy, a feeling so genuine, with me. You may say that you don’t love me but I will always love you.” You turned and raced for the door. You were humiliated and couldn’t show your face much longer but before any tears could fall, you felt him grab your hand and whip you around. He strongly placed a kiss to your lips and molded your bodies together. When you released he looked you dead in the eyes, “Some loves, you just can not get over.” He said. Then you knew you had convinced him.

Zayn: His silence was deafening. You felt the walls around you closing in suffocating you from the outside in. You felt a few tears trickling down your face. Your own words kept repeating in your mind but his silence was a void of space consuming your mind. As the stillness became unbearable, you had to hear something, even if it was your own voice. “Zayn,” you said, just above a whisper. “Please say something. Anything.” You whimpered. The again, the void of silence filled the air and the room was enclosing in again. You could not handle it anymore. It was as if he was breaking your heart all over again just slower this time, with deeper cuts. You shook your head, “I,” you swallowed. “I can’t do this.” You said throwing your hands up in defeat. You walk away and it finally dawned to you exactly what you were losing. Four years of friendship, an on and off love relationship, and worst of all the only man that made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. You turn on your heel and walk steadily to the door. You open and shut it softly behind you. Once you were on the other side, all your feelings consumed you. You felt the tears roll down your face like a never ending waterfall and you ran down the hallway. You need fresh air, immediately. Once you reached outside, the cold brisk hair hit along with the heart break. “Why,” you gasped. “How did this happen.” You said swiping the hair off your face. You rub your hands on your dress, trying to get the tears off. You felt someone tug on your hand and spin your around. You crashed into each other, your lips connecting. He felt your tears against his cheek and immediately felt guilty for not saying anything soon. “I’m so sorry,” he gasped. “But there is just some loves you will never get over. I will never get over you.” He murmured, cupping your face. He shook his head, “I love you so, so much.” He whispered. You shook your head too, “I love you too Zayn.” You said, and pressed his lips to yours again.

Niall: His words were echoing in your mind. “Why-” you stammered. “Why would you change your mind?” you needed closure. You needed closure since the first time you let each other go. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, “I just want someone (Y/N).” he whispered. You looked down, “Do you want her?” you stuttered. “(Y/N), I want someone who I can entirely be myself around, someone who I can be completely crazy or completely serious. Someone who doesn’t make me choose between her or my friends.” He said the last part slowly. “She made you decide between me or her,” you said slowly. “And you chose her.” You murmured biting down on your bottom lip to refrain you from letting out a sob. “I just wanted someone to love,” he choked. “I thought she loved me but she didn’t. She loved the fame, the glamour, everything I wasn’t.” he shook his head. “And I fell for it.” He said. “Niall, you can’t blame yourself. She took advantage of you.” He sadly chuckled, “You know, I would always choose you.” He said. “I will always love you.” He whispered. You approached him and cupped his face, wiping away the two tears that fell, “And I’ve always loved you.” You say. You lean in, approaching your lips closer and closer to his. Since he did not back away, you leaned in fully and kissed him softly. Suddenly, all the tables turned. He cupped your face and kissed your harder. His hands moved down to your hips and pulled your body closer to him. When you released, you both gasped for air. “I love you.” You whispered softly. He smiled, “I love you too baby.” He chuckled.

listen guys niall crashing zayn’s recording session in his underwear making zayn do the crinkle face smile and giggle and getting him to sing along while he’s dancing around in his underwear i love it niall makes zayn so comfortable niall does so much for him by just being who he is zayn and niall are made for each other and i’m so in love

You Surprise Him On Tour (1D)

Liam (His P.O.V): It’d been three months since I’d last seen (Y/N). Each day I missed her more and more. I just need to see her and hear her voice in person but that wouldn’t be able to happen for a while. Today we didn’t have a show and in a way I was glad. I don’t think I would’ve been able to put all my effort into it. The boys and I spent the day exploring the city and then we went to a restaurant for diner. We spent the rest of the evening just chatting and having a laugh until the restaurant had to close. Once we’d left we all went straight back to our hotel room to get some sleep before tomorrows show. As I opened the door I soon noticed a suitcase that wasn’t mind but I recognised who’s it was. When I walked further into the room I soon saw who the suitcase belonged to. My pluse began to rise and I ran straight over to her pulling her into a tight hug. “What are you doing here (Y/N)?” I asked while burrying my head in her neck. “I managed to get some time off work so I rang paul and we sorted everything out! I wanted to surprise you!” She explained. 

Harry: “Thank you for coming (Y/N). He’s not been himself for a while now and I think seeing you will really help” Liam told you as he led you to Harry’s room. “It’s okay. I’d do anything to help him. You all know that.” You said as we passed a few doors before we reached the one we were looking for. “Here it is.” Liam said as he stopped outside Harry’s room before continuing to say “Last time I went in he was on his own becuase he didn’t want to see anyone else.” “Okay. I’ll try and cheer him up” You said to Liam as you began to open the door. I’d only took a few steps in before I heard Harry say “Go away whoever it is. I don’t want to do anything apart from lie here.” For a couple of seconds you stood there debating what to say or do next. “Okay, I’ll go then and spend some time with the other boys” You replied while slowly making your way back out of the room. Almost straight away you heard Harry move out of the bed in attempt to see if it was you. Just before you closed the door Harry called your name. Swiftly, you turned around and saw him standing there looking at you with the same he always gave you. “I don’t want you to go away (Y/N). I want you to stay right here”  He said as he opened his arms. 

Zayn: The show was almost over and in around 5 minutes you’d be able to catch up with Zayn. You hadn’t seen him for 3 months and this waiting was driving you insane. All you wanted to do was run up and give him a massive hug and stay in his arms for ages. So far Zayn hadn’t seen you. Lou had wanted to keep your visit a surprise so whenever the boys came off stage you hid and then when they were back on stage you were able to watch them from backstage. The last time you saw Zayn perform was when they were in London. Any moment now Zayn would come off that stage and be completely surprised. No one apart from Lou and Paul knew you were coming so this was going to be interesting. The boys had just finished saying ‘thank you’ and one by one they ran off the stage. Zayn came of near the end and when you saw him you ran straight up to him. He was a bit shocked at first but when you placed both your hands either side of his face to pull him into a kiss he gladyly went with it. Zayn pulled away slightly just to say “I don’t know why or how you got here but I don’t really care. I’m just so happy you’re here.”  He then returned his lips to yours. 

Niall (His P.O.V): “I’m going straight to sleep boys. The crowd was amazing tonight but I’m really tired now” I said while yawning at the end. “Okay, see you in the morning!” Liam replied. As I walked away I heard the boys whispering and laughing quietly but I brushed it off. I was too tired to care. Each night I’ve been getting less sleep because I’ve been talking to (Y/N) more and more. I hate seeing her sad and alone especially when I’m thousands of miles away.  I just want to be there and help her through her days when she thinks nothing’s going right. Before I climbed into my bunk I got changed and then I went to the small bathroom on the tour bus. Once I’d done I made my way to my bunk and then climbed in. I wrapped the duvet around me and checked my phone one last time before I went to sleep. I’d spoke to (Y/N) this morning and if I rang now I wouldn’t get an answer as she was probably already asleep. Gently, I placed my phone down and tried to get to sleep. Just as I started to drift off I heard someone more my curtain to one side and then they began whispering my name. Instantly I recognised the voice and I rolled over to find myself looking at who I thought it was. (Y/N). I moved over so she could get in beside me. There was no need for me to say anything because she knew what I was doing. (Y/N) climbed in beside me. As soon as she was beside me I pulled her close and wrapped the duvet around us. “I’ve missed you so much. I love you (Y/N)” I murmered and then kissed her temple. 

 Louis: Throughout the night you kept your eyes focused on Louis. You weren’t too far away from the stage so there was a chance Louis could see you. All the other boys knew you were there and they kept trying to make Louis look over in your direction but so far he hadn’t noticed you. The boys only had a few more songs left to sing and during that time Louis had to notice you. While they sang ‘You and I’ Louis came over to the side of the stage you were facing. His eyes drifted from person to person until they fell on you. For seconds he stood there just staring at you. All the other boys seemed to have realised they Louis had finally seen you as they were all smiling at each other as if they had just completed a mission. From where you were stood you could see that Louis didn’t really know how to react. He just continued to stand opposite you and eventually he mouth “I love you”. You mouth “I love you” back with a big smile across your face. “That song was dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend (Y/N). I missed you so much babe” Louis announced when the song had finished.

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#9 Rain

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You woke up early to the sound of tiny rain droplets hitting the roof lightly making a pitter patter noise as it gradually fell faster and herder. You closed your eyes once again as the rain soothed you back to sleep. The next time you were awoken was when the tasty smell of breakfast filled the bedroom. “Morning babe.” Liam hummed, entering the room with a tray filled with bacon and eggs along with a glass filled with orange juice. “Oh wow thanks, but you didn’t have to do this Liam.” you said smiling as you sat up when he handed you the tray. “But i love spoiling my girl, especially when i have my day off.” He said placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I thought you and the boys had a photo shoot today for the new album?” “Well, we did, but you’re in luck because it was going to be outside and it’s raining all day today so management cancelled it until tomorrow.” “Another reason I love the rain.” You said eating your breakfast. The rest of the day consisted of you and Liam tangled up in the covers listening to the rain lightly fall creating a calming aura that was just what the two of you needed.


The rain always fascinated you. You stood at the patio doors looking out as the small liquid droplets began to drop from the clouded sky. “What are you looking at princess?” Niall asked snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Just the rain.” You replied smiling up at him. “You know what sounds like fun?” He asked. “No? Should I?” You questioned, but before you got an answer the patio door was swung open and Niall had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder as he ran out into the now pouring rain. “Niall!” You squealed but he didn’t cease his actions. Niall stopped running once he made it to the middle of the backyard only to put you down. You looked up at him as if he were crazy and began to laugh. “What did you do that for?” You asked, still getting soaked by the chilly rain. “So I could do this.” Ha said with a wink and without warning he cupped your face in his wet hands and pressed his lips to yours passionately. Of course without hesitation you immediately began to kiss back with just as much intensity because you knew exactly what he was doing. Niall knew how much you had always wanted to kiss in the rain, even though he thought it was cliche, he wanted to be the one to help you achieve your fantasy. “Y/N, I love you so much.” He said when he finally pulled away. “I love you too Niall.” You replied giving him another kiss.


You and Zayn took advantage of the rain day by staying dry inside while watching a movie marathon. Zayn insisted you pick the first movie to watch while he popped popcorn in the kitchen and grabbed drinks for the two of you. Zayn always being away on tour or in the studio with the boys made you really appreciate any alone time with him. You loved to just cuddle up with him on rain days and relax while your favorite movies played. Once the first movie ended you told Zayn it was his turn to pick. With his knowledge of how much you hated horror movies Zayn decided that tonight would be the perfect time to mess with you and popped in Insidious. The second you saw the title of the movie slide onto the screen you flipped. “Zayn!? You know how i feel about horror movies, why would you pick one to watch?” “Don’t worry Y/N, the scary monsters wont get you, I’m here to protect you.” He said tightening his grip around you as he kissed your forehead. Throughout the rest of the movie, any time you got scared you would hide your head in Zayn’s chest and he would comfort you.


Tonight was date night for you and Louis, you arrived at the fancy restaurant and got sat down at a table in the back with no wait thanks to Louis making reservations. After eating a very tasty meal with casual conversation never ending between the two of you Louis ordered dessert. “Y/N, You have to try the Plum Puff Dumplings they are so good, we can split one if you want.” He added smiling before you agreed. Once the dumpling was brought out you two wasted no time in digging in. You hated to admit it but the silly boy was right, he had a damn good taste in desserts. “Wow, this is amazing Louis!” you said taking another bite. “Not as good as you.” He said with a smirk plaster across his face. His comment made you blush like crazy as you finished eating your half of the dessert. When Louis had finished paying the bill the two of you headed outside to the car. Once you weren’t under the awning of the building anymore you noticed it was raining, you tried you hardest to stay under a roof or awning the rest of the way to the car unlike the cheeky boy walking next to you. “Are you afraid of the rain?” He asked laughing a bit. “No, I just don’t want to get wet.” You said defending yourself. Suddenly you were being dragged out into the rain and louis. “Have a little fun babe, dance in the rain with me?” He asked with his hand out. When you took it he spun you around and you began dancing together in the street with the rain falling around you not stopping the fun.


On rainy days Harry and you made it a tradition to play board games together. The rain had just started and Harry had already brought at least 6 boxes of games down from upstairs into the living room. “Y/N, what game do you want to play first?” “Harry, it just started raining you are insane.” You giggled. “I don’t care i just love playing games with my beautiful girlfriend when its raining outside. Do you want to play Life or Sorry first?” “Life, but let me finish these dishes first.” You heard a groan from in the living room as you dried off the last few bowls and then made your way into the living room. “I call blue.” You said sitting down on the couch. “Ugh, not fair, you know I’m always blue.” Harry pouted picking green instead. The game had been going on for a while and you were ahead, you spun the wheel and moved your car piece, landing on the wedding box. “Yay! I’m married now, hand be a blue guy.” “No, I refuse to let anyone marry you, if anyone is its gonna be me one day.” Harry said ticking his bottom lip out. “Aww, is someone jealous of a little game?” You asked giggling at you boyfriend. “No, i just don’t think your player in the game really wants a husband.” He added lying. “Sure…” After you beat his butt in Life you played scrabble for the remainder of the night. Game nights with Harry were always fun even if he did get jealous time to time of game pieces.