One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You Meet Him While in a Bad State

Louis: You had been homeless for almost a year now, ever since your mother died and your father took off on a business trip and never returned for you. Unable to keep up with the mortgage payments, the bank was forced to foreclose the house, and you were placed in foster care due to you being underage and your father being negligent. Three months after you were placed in foster care, you were taken out of it because you turned eighteen.

You couldn't afford to go to school, and no one really was all too keen to hire an eighteen-year-old homeless girl. You managed to get a job at Burger King, but the hours were limited, and the pay was never going to be enough to buy an apartment once you took into account food and hygiene.

For the past year, you had taken refuge on park benches and shady areas under trees. You were sitting on a bus bench late one night, tugging your feet closer to your chest in attempts to get warm. "Anyone sitting here?" a voice asked, and you shook your head silently at a boy with messy brown hair. "You work at Burger King?" he asked, trying to make small talk with you while he waited for the bus.

You nodded, trying to pull your thin shirt further down your arms. He sighed and looked the other way, waiting patiently for the bus to come. "My name's Louis, by the way," he greeted, holding out his hand.

"Y/N," you whispered, shaking his hand lightly.

"Wow, you're freezing!" he commented just as the bus pulled up and opened its doors. Louis stood, holding out a hand to help you up. "Coming?"

You shook your head, trying to get comfortable on the hard bench. Louis furrowed his eyebrows. "But don't you have to get home? It's quite late."

"I am home," you mumbled, and Louis shook his head.

"No, you're not," he countered, grabbing your hand and tugging you on the bus. He took you back to his flat and gave you warmer clothes. You were confused at first and obviously a little scared to be living with a stranger, but there was a comforting air about Louis. He ended up helping you get back on your feet, and a relationship even developed after a few months.

Niall: "Thank you. Have a nice day!" you said with a fake smile and cheery tone as you handed the family their bill. The wife thanked you as the man handed you a tip, and then they left the restaurant. You immediately cleaned off their table to make it ready for the next waiting customer. The restaurant was at its busiest, and you couldn't afford to waste any time.

Being a waitress at your town's local restaurant wasn't your only job. You also worked at an ice cream shop and you were a waitress during the night/early morning shift at Nando's.

Your parents weren't the most involved in your life, and they claimed that they were teaching you how to be a responsible adult. You struggled every month to pay your rent for your flat and to pay for your school's tuition. You weren't able to buy a car either, relying on the bus and your old bike to get you from job to job.

"Y/N, how many tips did you get today?" your boss asked you. You quickly counted them up and told her, and she nodded, writing the number down. "It's something the manager of the building wants us to do," she told you, shrugging. "Something about her daughter doing an economics report on the income of waiters or something along that line."