One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Wake up - Liam imagine

"Wake up." You stir in your sleep, but not quite moving, hoping your mom will think you are in too deep sleep.
"Wake up, love, I made you pancakes." You notice that this is not the same voice as the first one, and also that it isn't your dad's. Slowly you start opening your eyes.
"Niall, that never works." A brunette stands by the side of your bed, that surely can't be yours, considering a strange boy being in the room. He looks at a bleached brunette next to him, and the two are surrounded by furthermore three boys. Recognising them isn't hard, it is One Direction's five members, Liam closest to your pillow, then Lou, Niall, Harry, and lastly Zayn, who balances on the corner to fit on the same side.
"It did this time." Niall says, the only one looking at you. "She is awake." All the others turn to you, scrambling like puppies for a treat, almost falling over each other.
"Hi, how are you doing?" Liam asks concerned, his forehead forming deep lines. He is dressed in a light brown trench coat, which you can't connect since you are indoors.
"I'm good, thanks." Your face moves to match his. "Where am I and why?"
"You're at my apartment." Louis speaks up, walking to a chair behind the rest of the boys. "And because you fell off your bike in the park we happened to have picked as hideout from fans. You got knocked out, and Harry freaked out when you didn't move, insisting we helped you." Harry smiles sheepishly at you. Zayn moves over to your other side and helps you sit up.
"How badly? And why didn't you take me to the hospital?" Louis smiles, it looks somewhat devilishly.
"Because we didn't know who you are, nor if your parents would freak out more of finding you in hospital, or with five random guys." Liam continues
"We figured the former would make it look worse than it was, which isn't specially bad, just a few scratches, so we brought you here. I'm Liam, by the way, just in case you didn't know." You nod slowly.
"I knew." You go quiet, looking down at the bed you are sitting in, white covers surrounding your body, soft and cool.
"What?" Louis asks, dropping the 'last boss' act, coming to stand by the bed again. You smile sheepishly at them, just like Harry did at you a minute ago.
"Whose bed am I in?" The five boys laughs.
"Of all the things" Liam says to himself with a laugh, then answers with raised voice. "It's one of the guest bedrooms'. Don't worry, Louis will have somewhere to sleep tonight." Louis smacks his arm.
"I would have slept on the couch if it was necessary."
"Do you want to try to stand?" Harry asks, drowning out the old couple. You nod, taking his hand and swing your legs around to set down in the floor. Some dried blood forms a line diagonally on your left leg. You must have made a surprised face because Niall shouts
"Hey, what do you actually think of us?! That we would take off your shorts while you were unconscious, no way!" He jokingly smacks your arm lightly and you smile at him.
"Sorry for offending you, Mr Horan." Niall giggles, and Harry helps you to stand.
"Not too bad. She should be alright, do you feel dizzy?" Liam asks you. You shake your head.
"No, but my bottom hurts." They laugh again and you blush. Carefully they help you to the kitchen, sitting you down in a chair. Then they scatter across the apartment to find some things.
"Liam." You call before he exits. He turns back to you.
"Yeah, love?" You bite your lip.
"Could you find me a mirror?" You see his face fill with empathy. "I just wanna see how bad it actually is!" He steps closer to you, stroking your hair from your forehead, his lips touching your skin softly.
"It's not bad, actually I can't see how anything on you could be bad." He steps back. "You are pretty." It's a statement. No doubt in his voice, and no made up feelings. You smile weakly at him as he leaves the kitchen. Soon he is back with a pocket mirror.
"It's usually is in the nightstand drawer in the room you slept in, but I don't think anyone will miss it." He hands you it, the reflective area sealed against another. "It is only me and the boys using it anyways." You exhale shortly, then open the mirror. He's right. It isn't bad, a long scratch across your nose, thin lines of blood on your forehead and cheek, that's it. Surely isn't pretty, but it could have gone worse. You fold the mirror back together and give it back to him. He looks at you cautiously, placing it in his pocket. Nodding you smile, feeling your eyes tear up a bit.
"You are right, it is okey." Liam takes a step forward, drying away a tear that slipped out from your eye as you blinked.
"Then why are you crying now?" He pulls you in to rest his chin on your head.
"Because you said I was pretty when I wasn't?" You offer. "Because one of the most wanted boys in the world said that I was pretty, even if I had blood on my face." He leans back, holding your face in both hands, stroking over one of the blood trails on your cheek.
"It's your own blood." He states. "If it was someone else's I wouldn't be as happy." He smiles jokily, and you laugh. "Do you think the lads will let me drive you home?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because it would be an amazing excuse to meet your parents."