One Direction Preferences

You comfort him

Harry: You enter the dark apartment, glancing around before flicking the light on. Harry is seated on the couch, head in his hands and you start to worry. "Haz... why are you sitting in the dark?" you question, setting your things down to walk further into the living room. He doesn't say anything, just passes you the stack of papers on the coffee table. You flip through them and realize their twitter comments, emails, Facebook messages, and letters. "Harry Styles should be ashamed of himself; Harry Styles is a useless piece of shit; What a faggot; Clearly he's in love with Louis and (Y/N) is just a big fat beard; He's not even attractive and he can hardly sing #VoteHarryOut" you read each hateful thing that has to be said about your boyfriend and your relationship, looking up to find him staring at the fireplace. You toss the papers in the pit, turning the dial until the flames consume the papers before turning to your boyfriend. "Haz... they don't know you, they don't know us. All those things they've said and will say... they're just words. They have no bearing on you or your position in the band" you say softly, sliding onto his lap to smooth your fingers through his curls. "I love you, the boys love you, your family loves you... that's all that matters" you whisper against his ear, wrapping him in his arms until your presence comforts him.

Liam: You're seated in the doctor's office with Liam, flipping through the magazine on your lap. Liam is restless beside you, knees jiggling as he awaits the doctors entrance. "I don't even know why I have to come to these things... they're just gonna tell me that my kidney still isn't functioning properly and this is just a waste of time" Liam complains, glancing up when the doctor finally steps in. You're in shock at what the doctor says "functioning normally, all your hard work has paid off... congrats Liam... take care" running through your head and Liam is silent. "What's wrong?" you question, standing quickly when Liam begins to cry to cradle his wet cheeks. "It's just... I'm normal now" he chokes out, clutching you in his arms in happiness while he cries. "You're so weird" you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair until he calms under your touch.

Niall: "What's wrong?" you ask, looking up from your schoolbook to find Niall in tears. He shakes his head, hands covering his wet cheeks while dropping his head forward so you can't see his tears. "Niall... talk to me" you say quietly, dropping to your knees in front of him and force him to look at you. "Quentin died" he says softly and it takes you a few moments to figure out the meaning of those words. "Your friend from back home?" you question and Niall nods, grasping you in the hopes of grasping something real. "It was a car accident and... I didn't get to say goodbye" Niall cries, dropping forward as you wrap your arms around him. You don't say anything; just rub small circles between his shoulder blades and press kisses to his wet cheeks and jaw.

Louis: "Uhh...Louis?" You call out into the house as you walk through the front door. With no response you begin to search the house for your boyfriend. You knew what a silent house meant, a bad day at work. A bad day at work meant Louis was around here somewhere, possibly hiding, drinking his pain away. "Shit," you say under your breath as you walk into the living room and finding your boyfriend lying up against the couch, empty beer bottles strowed everywhere. You slowly walk towards him, crouching down in front of his droopy face to check his vitals. You run your fingers through his messed up hair as you softly try to wake him. "Louis, babe?" You say softly. He moans softly as his eyes flutter open. Once he realizes who you are he falls into your arms. You slowly sit down for more support and pull him close. "I'm so glad you're home," he says, still very drunk. "Yeah, I'm here," you tell him holding his shoulders tightly against your chest and rocking him slowly. Something had obviously happened at rehearsal, but right now you weren't worried about that. Making Louis relax and feel better was all you were concerned with at this moment.

Zayn: "Zayn, are you a terrorist?" You ask directly into his eyes. "No," he answers, sorrowfully. "Alright then, don't worry about them," you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I don't understand why where my family comes from and my religion is even relevant to people," he says, still very upset. You had found him sitting in front of the computer doing the one thing he had promised not to do once he reactivated his Twitter account: read the hate. "What the hell are you doing?" You had said once you walked up behind him reading the screen for yourself. He had turned around to look at you, tears forming in his eyes. You shook your head and pulled him up from his chair. Cradling the back of his head in your hand as he rested on your shoulder you tried your best to confront him. Nothing seemed to work until you finally confronted the terrorism accusations and made him realize how ridiculous they actually were.