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Prince Zayn Part 1

lmao idk why i procrastinated this so much i loved this idea tho so

(this kinda reminded me of the parade scene in the princess diaries where she stops the parade and talks to the kids? ahh, classic)

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look you can say whatever the hell you want to about the music video, but don’t deny that Louis’ hair looks like the sexiest messiest thing you’ve ever seen 

Twenty-six text messages (Harry imagine)

From the day your relationship with him ends,

he sends you twenty-six text messages,

during the twenty-two days he has to miss you.  

Day 1: You left your favourite t-shirt. You know… The Nirvana one…  You can pick it up if you want too. – H.

Day 2: Since you haven’t replied on my previous text… I’ll keep it. You can come over whenever you feel ready, Y/N. – H.

Day 3: The boys asked me to tell you they’re going to miss you… They were pretty shocked when I told them we broke up. I still am… actually. – H.

Day 4: I think I’m going to stop sending these messages. I need to let go of you. – H.

Day 5: I can’t let go of you… :-( – H.

Day 6: Today I actually wondered if you still have the same number, because you never text back. So I asked Niall to send you a message. But you texted him back and I’m glad… I’m glad you didn’t cut me out completely. Please don’t do it… ever. – H.

Day 7: No message received

Day 8 (1): I’m sorry I didn’t send you anything yesterday. I had a rough night. You probably got to read all about it in the magazines today. Management was pissed off that I let myself go like that. But I don’t care. Not anymore… – H.

Day 8 (2): I don’t even know why I said sorry… I’m sorry about that.

Day 8 (3): Damn

Day 9: Harry asked me to text  you… Although I have no clue why. He told me to tell you that he hates the boy on the picture you posted. I was not planning on doing it, but he’s practically begging right now… So yeah. He’s pretty drunk. He’s not coping at all, Y/N. – Louis.

Day 10: I’m sorry about the message from yesterday. Don’t know what Louis was thinking. I’m good! I’m fine. Really… – H.

Day 11: I’m an absolute wreck. – H.

Day 12: I saw you today, at the party… And you saw me too. I know you did. And I wish I had the guts to come to you… But I guess I was afraid. Afraid of seeing your eyes. Because I don’t think I can survive seeing them without the little spark that always told me you loved me. I’m afraid the spark isn’t there anymore. I know it isn’t. – H.

Day 13: You probably heard it by now. I met the boy from your picture today and I’m very, deeply sorry about his face. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I do know that he’s an asshole. So please… Don’t take him. I don’t like him. I don’t trust him. And I know I don’t have the right. But I don’t care. Just don’t let it be him. He’s not good enough for you. – H.

Day 14: I wonder if I’m ever going to think someone is good enough for you. I probably won’t. So I have to stop punching people in the face, I guess. Again… I’m sorry about that. – H.

Day 15 (1): I forgot about your t-shirt… I found it back in one of my drawers today and I imagined you in it. I loved that t-shirt on you. It still smells like you… – H.

Day 15 (2): God I miss you so much… I miss you so much it hurts. And I would kill to turn back time and have you with me again. – H.

Day 16: I spend the day with the boys today. They figured I needed something to cheer me up. And it worked… as long as it lasted. I’m home now. And I feel like shit. I miss you…  – H.

Day 17: I had a fight with Zayn today. We had to perform and I forgot my solo. I just… I don’t know. One second I was thinking about you and the other second I heard Liam taking over my lines. And I didn’t even bother filling him in. – H.

Day 18: Is this normal? Is it normal that the pain stays this long? Because it feels like I can’t even breathe anymore. It only gets worse. Every single day it gets worse. – H.

Day 19: Come back to me… Please. :-( – H.

Day 20: You came back… You actually came back. I still can’t believe it. – H.

Day 21:  The image of your crying eyes, yesterday at my front door,  is still lingering on my mind. I can’t even describe how it felt to kiss you again. After twenty days. Twenty damn long days. – H.

Day 22 (1): I don’t care one single bit that I’m texting you while you are laying on my chest. I love watching you sleep… I’ve missed it. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed our life together. And I feel like the luckiest man, finding it back today. I love you so much. And I’m never letting go of you again. – H.

Day 22 (2): You look hot as hell with your t-shirt on by the way. Did I already mention I love that one on you? Because, dear God, I do… so freaking much. – Your Harry. 

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He gets jealous (1D preference)

Harry: ‘Harry?’ You asked him after driving for at least five minutes without him saying anything. ‘Harry, what’s wrong…’ You sighed again. You both were heading home from a party of one of your closest friends. It had been fun until Harry decided to act all weird and wanting to go home right away. There was not much you could say about it, and because you were getting tired as well, you didn’t really mind. Until you noticed something was definitely not right for Harry. ‘Are you just going to keep quiet or are you going to tell me and maybe we can solve it?’ And suddenly Harry stood on his break and pulled the car to the side. When he stopped the motor, he turned himself towards you and his eyes stood angry, frustrated and definitely not happy at all. ‘That boy.’ He spat. And you were blown away by the sudden outburst. ‘Which boy?’ You asked him, totally not following. ‘He was all over you!’ His voice turned higher than usual due to the emotion that was involved. ‘I’m going to repeat myself here… Which boy?’ You asked again, getting frustrated yourself. And then it hit you. You talked to an old friend from High School for a couple of minutes. But it was so innocent. How could he be angry about it? ‘Do you mean Michael? The brown hair dude?’ You asked to be sure. He didn’t even told you it was him. He just started rambling. ‘He was staring at you all night. And when he was talking with you. I swear… He knew exactly you were with me and he just didn’t care and he-…’ But before he could talk any longer, you pressed your lips against his to make him stop. And he did stop. He relaxed. His shoulders lost its tense. And he completely joined you in the kiss.

Louis: You joined Louis and the boys to the location of an interview. You placed yourself on the side to watch the interview happening, when in the middle of the talking suddenly a boy placed himself next to you. And almost immediately your eyes met Louis’ and a frown appeared on your boyfriends face. ‘Hello, pretty girl.’ The boy started and you couldn’t help but move as far as you could to the other side of your chair. ‘What brings you here today?’ He asked with a smile on his face, telling you he was so sure of himself right now. You wondered if he knew Louis was your boyfriend. Probably not. It just couldn’t be. ‘If you’d like to go for a drink some time, you definitely need to let me know.’ He just rambled on and on and didn’t even gave you the chance to respond. Until he suddenly made the intention to lay his hand on your knee, you heard Louis’ voice curse on the other end of the room. ‘Can I please do this interview without having to look at a random guy hitting on my girlfriend, thank you?’ He spoke out while standing up from his chair and walking towards you and the boy. ‘You.’ He pointed to the guy, who had no idea what was happening. ‘Get up from your chair.’ You loved sassy Louis and he was very on point right now. The boy stood up right away and Louis picked up his chair and placed it down on the other end of the room. ‘That’s your new place for the night. Good view. Appreciate it.’ Louis finished, walking back at you, kissing your lips before he headed to the boys again. ‘I’m sorry. Where were we?’ And from then the interview started again. But not without Louis looking back a couple of times to make sure you were alright and not bothered by anyone.

Niall: ‘You’re late…’ Niall appeared from the kitchen with a towel on his shoulder, telling you he was doing the dishes. He wasn’t really the controlling type but you could hear the curiosity in his voice, wanting to know the reason why you didn’t come home until now. You knew you could just blame it on the traffic, but you figured you were not able to keep this from him. Honesty was one of the main things in your relationship you expected from him, so the least you could do was give him it as well. ‘I was on my way to my car and I walked into Finn. We talked for a while.’ You told him while undoing yourself from your coat and shoes. ‘Finn… The Finn?’ Niall’s voice sounded higher than usual. ‘Yes. That Finn.’ Your first love, Finn. Your ex-boyfriend of 3 years, Finn. The boy Niall didn’t really like, Finn. You walked towards your frowning boyfriend, kissed his lips a little longer than usual before you made your way over to the bathroom, changing yourself into more comfortable clothes. When you came back into the living room a couple of minutes later, Niall was sitting on the sofa. Staring at your phone on the table. ‘He called and texted you.’ Niall immediately said when he saw you entering the room. ‘Finn did? Did you pick up?’ You asked him, while grabbing your phone from the table. You were both very open when it came to answering each other’s phone calls. So it surprised you when he shook his head. ‘Didn’t know if you wanted to hear him.’ He muttered, visibly irritated by the whole situation. ‘What if I didn’t?’ You replied, telling him everything he needed to know. Right at that exact moment your phone started ringing again. Finn. Niall stood up, took the phone from you and searched for your eyes. ‘You sure?’ He asked. And when you nodded, he picked up hearing the boy on the other end of the line he didn’t like at all.  ‘Yes, Y/N’s boyfriend speaking.’ He said into the phone, walking towards the kitchen, signing to you he would make it short. And you could do nothing other than smile at his satisfying expression, knowing you didn’t want any other boy than him.

Zayn: ‘Babe?’ You heard Zayn’s voice call you. You didn’t look up from your phone. You always found it difficult doing two things at the same time. Texting and talking together was not your thing. ‘Mmh?’ You replied, not really paying attention. He was working himself on his laptop after all. He probably just wanted to ask about dinner. Until suddenly he stood in front of you and grabbed your phone out of your hand. ‘Why are you not answering my question?’ He spoke with a full frown on his face and your phone in his hand. ‘Did you ask something?’ You stammered, still a little bit shaken up about him scaring you like that. ‘I was texting. You know I’m not good in listening and texting at the same time. I’m sorry! What did you ask?’ But his angry eyes didn’t go away. And you saw him debating whether he was going to repeat himself or just leave it here and not say anything at all for the rest of the night. Because he could be stubborn like that. ‘Who were you texting anyway?’ He asked instead. He could easily take a look for himself, but you knew he would never do that. Even if he desperately wanted to know. He would never look into your phone without your permission. ‘Honey, you can look at it if you want to know.’ You smiled. But he didn’t do it. ‘You tell me.’ He replied still not giving in. ‘A very, very handsome boy.’ You joked, but your smile disappeared when Zayn didn’t look amused at all. Instead he just gave you your phone back and walked out of the room. ‘Zayn!’ You called after him, but he didn’t look back. ‘Zayn Malik. Why are you so insecure about things like that.’ You continued while jumping off the couch, following him. You found him in his room in the house. He was sitting in front of his computer, clicking away without really a goal. You turned his roller chair around and sat yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘I was texting Lou about helping her tomorrow on the show. She texted back that it was okay and wondered if I could bring some extra products I talked about with her last week. That’s it. The only handsome boy I text with is you. You have nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your question. Again… I’m not good in listening and texting at the same time.’ You finished with a kiss on his cheek and after that you waited for him to react. He took a couple of seconds before he gave you a guilty looking smile. ‘I probably overreacted a bit, didn’t I…’ He said slowly and you nodded. ‘You probably did.’ Your voice agreed. ‘I’m sorry.’ He smiled. ‘Just kiss me.’ You answered. And he did not wait for you to repeat that again.

Liam: You were watching TV with Liam on a Sunday afternoon, when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. You laid with your head on Liam’s lap, and when you looked up at him you noticed he must have fallen asleep somewhere during the reality show you were watching. So you carefully jumped off the couch, walking to the hallway, ready to open the front door. And when you turned the doorknob and the daylight appeared in your eyes you saw a young man stand in front of you. Probably around the same age as you. He was good looking. Not as fine as Liam, but he was quite handsome. ‘Hello.’ He started so excited, you wondered why that was. You didn’t know him. Never seen him before. He didn’t look like a sales man, so you had no clue about what he was going to say. ‘I’m Sam and new here. I moved in one of the houses down the road. Number six! Just doing a tour now to get to know the neighbours and stuff!’ He smiled widely, while coming a step closer to the front door. It made you feel uncomfortable. He probably wanted to be invited in, but you would never let that happen, mainly because your boyfriend was Liam Payne, member of One Direction. But secondly also because you didn’t know this guy and you would never let someone in you didn’t know. ‘Hi.’ You smiled instead. ‘Nice to meet you, Sam’  You answered him, not even thinking about telling him your name. But of course he noticed that. ‘And do I have the privilege to know your name?’ He tried, putting on his most friendliest face. Why did Liam decide to sleep now… Why. ‘I’m Y/N.’ You said, not able to postpone it any longer. ‘Oh, well… Very nice to meet you too, Y/N. Your house looks lovely. If you have time, you can come to my place and I will make you a great cocktail. I’m amazing in it. And-…’ But before he could finish off being an absolute creep, Liam appeared beside you and you suddenly felt a lot better feeling his arm around your neck. ‘I don’t think she will. But have a good day and good luck in the new house. Thank you!’ Liam spoke to him and before the guy could answer, Liam shut the door and rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t like the dude. I don’t like him at all.’ He muttered walking back to the living room, with you following him. ‘And I missed your body next to mine. Care to join me again, love?’ He proposed, and you couldn’t lie next to him fast enough. 

NOTE: Sorry if it’s annoying that it’s so long. I found it hard to stay short in this one. Hope you liked it either way :-)

You're Best Friends But End Up in Bed Together (Part 1)

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    Liam (Your POV): 

            “Ugh,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head between your hands. Standing and stretching your body, you immediately flinched and rubbed your eyes, looking towards the bed where a muscled back faced you. 

       "Uh…excuse me-“ you mumbled, poking them in the back 

   "Mmm,” they groaned in response, swatting at your hand and rolling over. 

  “Liam?!” you exclaimed, waking him up fully. He examined the situation and cursed. 

    “Liam what the- Liam fuck! What the actual fuck Liam? What happened?!” you yelled, ignoring your body’s protests. 

   "Calm down…I think it’s pretty clear what happened.“ he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, making his arm muscles flex and you looked away. 

  You had always adored Liam, the two of you had been best friends since primary school. You got married in a playhouse and had each other’s first kiss when you were fifteen, just to get it over with. Now…he was your first, and you- weren’t his. 

    "I-I…need you to leave please,” you managed to get out as you turned around. 

    He stood, pulling on his pair of boxers and facing you, 

   "(Y/N)…I-“ you held up your hand. 

  "No Liam, I said get out.” you spat, pointing to the door, picking his clothes up and shoving them into his arms. 

  Liam opened his mouth to say something but his eyes trailed to the spots of red in the sheets and he lowered his eyes, a faint shade of rose covering his face as he cleared his throat. 

     "I uh….better go,“ he rushed, slipping his legs through the holes and buckling the belt, slipping his wrinkled shirt over his head and waling out, slamming the door behind him. 

     Louis (Your POV): 

               Curling up closer to the pillow you sighed and smiled, until your eyes snapped open. Your arm was highly curled around a torso, you sat up and examined his face, 

      "Louis?” you questioned.  

   "Oh…good morning?“ he propped himself up on his elbow, scratching the back of his neck as the sunlight hit his fresh blue eyes. The bedsheets wrapped around his waist. 

     "Louis…what happened?” you questioned. 

    “You don’t remember?” he replied. You shook your head,

   "Well I came over last night for pizza and we started watching a movie, we were just horsing around, wrestling about and…well we kissed, and now we’re here.“ he nodded. 

    You faintly remember inviting him over and starting a movie on Netflix until you started shoving each other playfully. You remember laughing and staring into his eyes and leaning in, you were hesitant at first until he closed the gap between the two of you and now…here you were.

     "Listen…I um- I’ve got to get going soon, you know studio time and all, (Y/N) I just, I think we should keep this between us yeah?” he slipped his last shoe on before making his wa over to you and awkwardly kissing your cheek and lightly patting your shoulder.

   What. The. Fuck. 

         Niall (Your POV): Yawning deeply as you woke up from your long slumber, you rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the light from the day and you heard the sound of pages turning. 

      Stepping into your slippers, glanced down to the shirt you were wearing, an Eagles t-shirt that definitely was not your own. Shrugging and thinking maybe you had found it the night before you continued on down the hall. 

    His back was to you as he sat, engrossed in the pages of what he was reading. Sighing deeply, he ran a hand through his hair and turned the page. 

    “N-Niall?” you stuttered and he turned around, shirtless, a pair of sweatpants on his hips. 

     "Hey, I was just-“ he held not a book, something more humiliating. Your journal. 

  "What- how the fuck…Niall, how much did you read?” you asked, mortified. 

  “Enough,” he cleared his throat, “Enough to know that you love me…but (Y/N) I just wanted to-” you cut him off. 

   "No. Stop please, I don’t want your pity. It’s clear to me what happened last night, and I honestly don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry, I know that you can’t possibly feel the same, and I don’t blame you. Please just save me the embarrassment,“ you shook your head. 

   "Wait that’s not-” he started, but you shook your head, taking his shirt off of your body and throwing it to him, not caring  that you were standing naked in the middle of the hallway, exposed to him. 

     "Go home Niall.“ 

  Harry (Your POV)

         Showering, you lathered yourself with Harry’s body soap and held your head in your hands, groaning. Why did you have to screw everything up? What you and Harry had was great, but then you had to sleep with him. 

      Wrapping a towel around your body, you stepped into the hall and made your way to the kitchen, where Harry was standing by the island, staring into a cup of tea. 

    "Er…Harry,” you cleared your throat. He came out of his trance and turned his head to look at you. 

   "Hi…I um, made you some tea.“ he pushed a mug towards you and watched as you took it into your palms and took a sip. 

   "So…” you started after a few moments of silence. 

  “I think we need to talk,” you started. He nodded, setting his mug down, you sat on top of the island, pushing your damp hair behind your ear. 

      “Harry…you’re a great friend, I love you…but, I think maybe I’ve made a mistake.” you spoke. 

    “Yeah, uh listen I…I dunno how to say this without sounding like an idiot,” he rubbed the back of his neck. 

   "Just say it,“ you shrugged, combing your fingers through your hair, de-tangling it. 

    "I liked last night. A lot, as you probably could tell…but I understand that you probably don’t want to date me or something considering you referred to this as a mistake…” Right then and there you wanted to protest and confess your true feelings for him, but you didn’t want to scare him away.

     "I’m going to propose something that…might sound a little ridiculous,“ he cleared his throat. You nodded, encouraging him to continue. 

    "I think, maybe…we get on well as friends, and as lovers…so combining the both of them could be, beneficial to the both of us.”

   "You…want us to be friends with benefits?“ you asked curiously. He moved his cup to the side of the sink and walked closer to you, spreading your legs and standing between them.

    "Only if you’ll have me,” he replied, taking a strand of wet hair between his fingers.

    “Kiss me,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 He grinned and nodded, moving closer to you, letting the towel around your body drop from your skin.

     Zayn (Your POV):

               His body pressed against yours, heat radiating from his bare torso as you felt him breathe against your shoulder. 

     "Z-Zayn…“ you turned around in his arms and shook him gently. 

  "mmm ten more hours,” he mumbled, you laughed lightly and shook your head, tracing his collarbones with your fingers. 

   "No, we have to get up…“ you sighed, kissing the lips tattooed in the crevice of his throat. He sighed and opened his eyes, his dark eyes boring into yours as he traced the gun tattoo on your hip. 

    "Stick ‘em up,” he smiled lazily. You rolled your eyes at his lame joke and you pulled his boxers down slightly to trace his tattoo as well and he shivered. Zayn was extremely ticklish, although he claimed he wasn’t; your relationship with Zayn was complicated. You loved him, as a friend and…something more. Sometimes you ended up in bed together, and for now that was enough. Loving Zayn was easy, it was telling him that was the hard part. 

     "Zayn…“ you trailed off setting your book down. It was now well over three in the afternoon and you and Zayn had gotten out of bed. 

   "Hmm?” he responded, not looking up from his drawing, 

    “Do you…do you still love her?” you asked shyly, she wasn’t something Zayn liked to talk about, especially after the break up. He hummed silently, putting his pencil down and running a hand through his messy hair. 

     "(Y/N)…“ he sighed, and you shook your head, standing from the couch and walking over to the kitchen. 

    "N-no I’m sorry, it’s none of my business…our brownies are almost done.” you tried to steer the conversation off. You heard Zayn’s chair scrape against the hardwood and you held your breath as he made his way over to you. 

    Wrapping his arms around your waist, he made you turn around and look at him. 

    “Listen to me. You, are special to me- I promise you…this isn’t a rebound, any bad thoughts you’re having…throw them out the window right now. You. (Y/N), you are mine to hold, to have and to be with, you’ve helped in more ways than you think. I just want you, okay?” he kissed your forehead and walked back over to his drawing table. 

    Even through all of that, everything that he’d just said; you couldn’t help but notice that he never answered your question. 

    Part 2? 

#33 BSM - You're adopted and he acts like you don't exist

Niall, age 16: Now, it was bad enough that you were adopted since the fans sent you hate for it, but now your own brother, or step-brother, ignoring you? You really wanted to spend sometime with him, you wanted to get to know him but through the last few weeks Niall was ignoring you. So, here we are now. You grabbed for the ‘Pictionary’ game on the shelf, and stalked towards the living room, were Niall sat there watching the football game and chugging down beers. “Hey Niall?” Nothing. “Nialllll?” Still nothing. “C’mon Niall..” You continued. Okay, now this was just frustrating. “What?! Jesus, I can’t even watch a fucking football game with you annoying me!” He cussed, and you widened your eyes, settling down the Pictionary game onto the coffee table infront of him. “First the fans, now you? Who’d think that my own brother— step-brother, treating me like shit? Ignoring me? Fine, Niall. I wish I wasn’t even adopted to his family. Or at least not have a brother like you.” You mumbled the last bit, moping of to your room, shutting and locking the door and breaking down.

Harry, age 13: You definitely looked up to Harry, even though he ignored you. You see how the fans love him and can’t wait till he’s a dad? Yeah, well he’s not like that to you. Today your mum had to work over-time, and your dad wasn’t home either and Gemma was visiting a friend, so you were left with Harry. Right now you were doing some homework but you were having some difficulty, and the only thing that came to mind was to ask Harry for help. Making your way to his room, you knocked before coming in, and when he didn’t answer you walked straight in, “What do you want?” He snapped, and you were surprised, today he was in a very bad mood. “Can you help me? It’s—the homework is hard and—” he cut you off rudely. “Just go on Google, I don’t care!” He shooed you off, and you shook your head. “Good knowing I have brother that doesn’t even care about me. It’s not the first time anyway,” you mumbled, running off before he could see you cry- and before you could see his shocked expression.

Liam, age 15: You and Liam never had a very tight relationship, you may have been adopted at 12, but he never really grew towards you. For the three whole years you were never really considered family to Liam, that’s what you thought at least. But today you really needed him, you weren’t feeling well and there was nobody home, and you felt like you were gonna faint. “Liam! Liam?!” You called for him, and you knew it was getting serious when your head started to spin. “Liam this i-is s-serious!” You numbly called, and you rushed to his room, where you though he might be, and found him there, playing a video game. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He put the controller down, walking towards you, and that’s the only thing you remembered before you blacked out, and someone caught you in their arms.

Louis, age 8: You thought your brother never warmed up to you, he was always very cold shouldered, even though you were quite young. You always looked up to him though he was the oldest after all, but you felt he didn’t care. “Hey, Lou?” You called, waiting for a response, but received none in reply. You shrugged, skipping into the living room to find him on the computer, scrolling through Tumblr, eyes widening at each post he looked at. “Lou-Lou!” “Don’t call me that.” He spat, turning towards you bitterly. “Can you come play with me? Daisy and Phoebe are coming home late because of a school trip.” You explained, and he shrugged, not caring. “Too bad, I don’t want to play, okay?” He continued rudely, rolling his eyes and scoffing at any attempt you tried at encouraging him to at least stay in the same room as you while you played. “Fucking hell! I don’t want to, okay?! No go away!” He yelled, making you shrink down. “That’s not the first time that’s been said to me,” you muttered, speed walking to your shared room, and plopping down on the bed, crying.

Zayn, age 17: Zayn was always a very bitter-sweet brother towards you. Very moody, and never decided if he liked you or not. But lately, he’s been more bitter rather than sweet. For the last weeks he’s been acting like you weren’t even there, and it’s started to piss you off. “Zayn! Seriously!” You yelled, stopping him from scrolling down his phone, on whatever app he was on, and look up at you. “What (Y/N)?! You’re so annoying sometimes!” He hissed back at you, and you shook your head at him. “Speak for yourself,” you spat, and he glared at you. “Look, I don’t know how you’ve even made it here. Nobody cares about you (Y/N). Not even mum, and I can trust on that. No-one likes you! I don’t even know why we adopted you in the first place! Just go!” He shouted, and you stood there shocked. “Fine, you know what? I will go.” You huffed, letting the tears fall down your face, and running to your room. Grabbing a small bag, you popped some clothes inside, leaving a note on your bedside table, slowly unlocking the door, and leaving it slightly open, before leaving through the window.

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Preference #40 - He tells you he wants to have a baby

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Harry (His POV) – “So where is it we’re going today again?” I asked as I sat up in bed and stretched letting out a low groan as my muscles loosened themselves after a night of being wrapped around Y/N. “We’re going to see Y/F/N,” she replied, as she walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her damp body. “Egh do I have to go,” I moaned as I flopped back onto our bed, I knew that if I went I would spend the whole day staring into space whilst Y/N and her friend chatted. “Yes you promised you would,” she stopped combing her damp hair and turned round to face me, placing a hand on her hip.

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Zayn Imagine - You lose your wedding ring

Where the fuck did it go? I swear I put it right here. I yell inside of my head as I tear down the house in search of my wedding ring.
Zayn and I only just got married two months ago and I already lost my ring!
I move my search to the living room and start making a mess again.
Under the sofa?
Under the sofa cushions?
Next to the TV?
In the drawers beneath the TV?
It’s like my ring grew legs and ran away!
Zayn and I went to a party last night and I remember taking the ring off last night when we were home, I just don’t remember in which room I was or where I put it.
“Honey! I’m home!” Zayn says as he enters the door.
“Hey, babe! How was your day?” I ask him, keeping both my hands inside the pockets of the hoodie I am wearing.
“Great. We had an interview with Radio 1 and they kept asking me questions about what it’s like to be married.” He says, sliding his hand from my left shoulder all the down to my hand which is still in my pocket.
“And? What did you say?” I ask, desperately trying to distract him so he won’t notice that my ring is gone.
“I told them that it’s great, especially if you have a wife as wonderful as mine.” He says, taking my hands in his.
“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?” he asks, lifting my hand to his face so he can inspect my naked finger.
“I- uh- I just took a shower and I forgot to put it on.” I lie, hoping he’ll believe it.
“oh. Well go put it on then. We can’t have people thinking you’re available now, can we?” he says and I shake my head.
“I’m too lazy now. Let’s just watch a movie?” I ask, desperately trying to make him forget about my ring.
“I’ll go get it for you, then we can watch a movie.” He says but I tighten my arms around his waist.
“No. let’s just cuddle now. I’ll wear it again tomorrow.” I say and he shakes his head.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you lost you’re wedding ring.” He says with a smirk that I just want to slap right off of his face.
“Fine. I lost it. I remember taking it off last night, I just can’t remember where I put it and I’ve looked everywhere but I can’t find it.” I tell him and he just continues smiling.
“Why are you smiling? I just told you I lost my ring! You’re supposed to be mad at me and ask for a divorce or something!” I exaggerate and he let’s out a laugh.
“I don’t plan on divorcing you, love. I’m smiling because I know exactly where your ring is.” He says and my face lights up.
“Oh thank goodness! Where is it? I was so worried.” I say and he pulls my ring out of his pocket.
“You had it?” I ask, slapping his arm.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had it! I tore this entire house apart today and the entire time it was in your pocket!?” I say and he can’t stop laughing.
“I found it this morning. When I opened the fridge to get milk for coffee, I noticed your ring in the egg carton, so I put it in my pocket. I was wondering how long you’d take to tell me you couldn’t find it.” He says, still smiling.
I playfully hit his shoulder.
“I hate you, Zayn.” I mumble, pressing my face into his shoulder.
“Hate me all you want, at least I haven’t lost my wedding ring.” He says and I groan.
I will never hear the end of this.

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Niall next!! x

Your relationship in another member’s POV (1D preference)

Harry: (Louis POV) It was during the premier of This is us, that Y/N joined us for the first time on the red carpet. Harry didn’t have much time because he needed to do interviews, with us. But I could see in his eyes that he was longing to stand next to her. ‘Can you take this on from me?’ He suddenly asked me and his guilty smile told me he wanted two minutes with her. Just two. ‘Of course I can.’ I answered, while patting his back, letting him know he could go. I kept looking for a while, before continuing to the next interviewer. She stood alone, posing for pictures, while Harry intertwined his fingers with hers. And the way she looked up at him was priceless. Her smile appeared on her face, and I could swear to see a glimpse of relief. Relief that he was there. He knew that. He formed his arm around her waist and whispered something in her ear. And the look on Y/N’s face told me that it was everything she wanted to hear. It felt like such an intimate moment between the two of them, that I had a feeling to look away. So I did, with a smile. Because I knew Harry was happy. And that was everything me and the boys wanted.

Louis: (Niall POV) When Y/N joined us on the tour bus, I couldn’t help but notice the difference in Louis. Louis had always been a loud person. So it surprised me he fell in love with a shy and quiet girl like Y/N. There was nothing bad with that. We all loved her. She was so sweet and she kind of stabilized Louis’ loudness.  It was like they completed each other. Louis was calmer than before. And the longer they were in a relationship, Y/N blossomed in every sense of the word. When Louis acted like his loud sassy self when we were gaming, she came sitting beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. The difference it made for her being there was significant. Louis calmed down completely and laid his arm around her, before he started to play further. And how much I loved Louis for who he was, sometimes I started to think this was also a part of who he was. And she was the one to bring that side of him to the surface. And I loved sitting here and watching it happen.

Niall: (Liam POV) I took Niall and Y/N with me on a yacht, together with Sophia during a tour break. It was lovely spending time with them. Sophia and Y/N got along very well and of course, Niall and myself had a blast too. I somehow felt so proud of him, because he found her. He found his girl. And you could see it every time in his eyes how in love he was with her. How he laughed with her jokes. How he quickly stopped her to kiss her temple when she walked past him. How he took her hand, to jump from the boat together in the water. How he searched for her when their heads reached the surface again. And how he kissed her afterwards, like there was no better place to be. I figured she was the one thing he liked more than being on stage. And I was so happy for him, he found that with her.

Liam: (Zayn POV) There were always two things about being invited by Liam and Y/N, that I loved. First of all it was just all of us hanging out together. I had Perrie there, Louis took Eleanor and Harry sometimes brought Gemma. They all felt like family to me, so it was a great gathering. And second of all, it was definitely seeing Liam with his missus. Especially today. The glances they shared when we were sitting at the dinner table. The way Liam prevented her from standing up to get something, and did it for her. The way he caressed her back when she walked past him. The way he didn’t even ask her if she wanted some wine as well. I knew she was pregnant. I could see it in their eyes, both of them. Liam would be the first father from the five of us. And I felt so happy for him. Because he found his one. He found the perfect girl for him. She was beautiful and friendly and warm-hearted. And there was nothing I wished more for my best mate.

Zayn: (Harry POV) Zayn had always been someone who was able to handle the crowds outside the hotel or at the airport fairly well. The only moments it got hard for him, was when one of us was harmed. He was always the one to react first or snap at the people causing the trouble. I never expected that side of him to grow even stronger. But it did. From the moment he met Y/N, it did. He hated it actually. He hated it to go through crowds with her. And every time she joined us, I could see the  worry in his eyes when we left and the relief when we reached the car or the hotel. He was always the one shielding her. Like he did not trust anyone with her other than himself. Not even bodyguards. ‘Are you okay?’ Was always the first thing he asked when we were out of the crowd. And when she send him a smile, his body relaxed immediately. She intertwined her fingers with his and kissed his lips softly. ‘I’m absolutely more than fine.’ She would say every time. And I knew it was not about the crowd, but about her being there with him. That was everything she wanted. And everything he wanted too. 

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#42 BSM - Your mum is putting to much pressure on you to be like him and you have an argument in front of him/the boys

Harry, age 15: You’re mum was always boasting about Harry to you, 24/7. She always wanted you to be like him, sing like him, dance like him, cook like him, do everything like him. Right now, you were getting ready to go out to the cinema with Harry for your late birthday treat, since he was on tour during your birthday. As your favorite song came on, you decided to sing along. “What is that dreadful noise?!” A familiar womanly voice came from outside your room. “I was singing.” “Sounded like a dying whale,” Your mother seethed, and you sighed, here it comes. “Why can’t you be more like Harry?” She hissed, and you stomped your foot down in anger. “Because mum! I’m not Harry! I’m not some big world popstar that left home and has girls falling at his feet! I’m not your perfect son who can do everything for you! I’M NOT HARRY!” You shouted back, running out past her, and bumping shoulders past Harry who was listening the whole time, and running all the way to Louis house.

Niall, age 14: You were actually exactly like Niall, quite literately. But your mum was too busy telling you you should be like him rather than noticing that you were just like him. Today you were cooking dinner since the boys were coming over and you wanted to impress your brother, as he was teasing you and saying that he could cook better than you. Although the food was fine, you had managed to burn your hand in the process. “This wouldn’t have happened if Niall was making dinner. Why can’t you be more like him?” She snapped at you, not caring if you had burned yourself. You hissed at her, putting your hand underneath the cold water. “Mum, I’m not Niall, okay? Never will be.” “Well at least try! I’m stuck with a worthless daughter at home, who can’t do shit!” She yelled at you, motioning over to the pan where you were previously making dinner, which had now led up to this episode. “Hey, hey, hey. Mrs.Horan, with all my respect, (YN) is not what you just said, she’s much more.” Liam walked in followed by four other shocked boys, who took you in their arms as your brother went to talk to your mother and you cried your pain away— both from the burn and the heartbreaking mother whom thinks you worthless.

Louis, age 18: It was constant. Comparisons of you and your brother flying around the place like spitfire, and it was clear your mother didn’t care. “Hey sweet cheeks!” Your brother smiled, sitting down next to you. “Hi Lou!” You mirrored your brother’s kind actions, it was always good to get away from it all when Lou was home at least. “I was going to ask you if wanted to have a lazy day? I haven’t hung out with my baby sister in a while,” Louis proposed and you nodded eagerly, but your mum thought otherwise. “No way. You haven’t done anything today, no ‘lazy day’. You can get up off your ass and do the dishes or something.” Jay scrunched her eyebrows and you huffed, getting up. “Everything is clear mum,” “Honestly, why can’t you be more like your brother? He has a job and is much smarter than you.” “Actually-” Louis intervened, but you cut him off. “I’m sorry that I can’t be more like Louis, mother. But if you’d only noticed, I have a part time job at Forever 21. I’m sorry I can’t go to the fucking X-Factor and the next you know, I’m famous! I’m sorry I’m not him!” You grunted at her, the tears that had once built up in your eyes were now leaking out freely— and you had rushed away to your room, locking the door and weeping on the ground.

Zayn, age 17: “You’re copying him,” “You’ll never be like him,” “You’re not even half as good as Zayn,” is not even half you got told all day. Today Zayn was bringing over the boys and you decided to- with your sisters - make a fun little karaoke night so everyone could enjoy themselves. So, here we are now, you and your siblings and the boys laughing. “That was too good!” Niall laughed, watching as a drunk Zayn stumbled back into his seat, after hopelessly singing a very, different version of ‘Milkshake’. “Who’s up next?” Zayn slurred, and you rolled your eyes at him, knowing that tomorrow he would most probably be a very hungover Zayn. “I am!” You squealed, going up. Although you were going to give it your best. Starting to sing Firework, the boys widened their eyes at the similar voice you had to your brother’s. “Shut that off! That’s terrible!” Your mother’s voice came from the corridor and it had snaked into the living room. “What was that?” She complained, holding her hands to her ears in exaggeration. “(YN) was singing,” Your sister grinned. “Christ that was terrible. Get some lessons from Zayn, maybe you could at least try to be like him.” She scoffed walking out of the room and your eyes were clouded over with tears, but you didn’t say anything, you just rushed up the stairs and stayed in your room, crying your heart away. But it was okay, right? It wasn’t the first time.

Liam, age 13: To say the least, you weren’t worrisome and protective like Liam. You were actually more like his best mate, Louis. Fun to be around and just plain loud. And your mum hated that, she always wanted you to be like him. Liam was over and your family were all sat on the sofas, chatting to one another. “Christ, (YN), you’re so loud. Why can’t you be more like Liam and talk more quietly?” You ignored that comment, and the fact Liam was raising an eyebrow at you. Next, another harsh comment was sent your way. “You know what I noticed? You’re way too irresponsible. Grow up a bit will you? Can’t you see how responsible your brother is?” She spat at you, although this time you snapped. “Holy shit! No! I will NEVER be like Liam! I’m not him! I’m (YN)! I’m loud! I’m funny! I’m different from him! I’m unique! And I’m definitely not changing for anyone! Especially for you.” You seethed, getting up and rushing to you room, where the heart wrenching sobs could be found.

Part 2?