One Direction Preferences

#120: He Forgets Your Anniversary

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- I will be starting that book I told you guys about, you know.... To help people. Anywho, I think I will start to upload these every Monday. I just need a name so if you have a suggestion for a title it could hell me so much and I'll give you credit :) and suggestions for the topics would be great too. If you have no idea what I'm talking about go read the chapter 'PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!' And you'll find out.

I'm probably boring you so ill just leave it at that. I just wanted you guys to get an idea of what to expect these coming weeks :)

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Liam:

You smile as you run a brush through your hair before making your way back over to the bed. Climbing back under the covers you lean over Liam slightly, kissing him gently to wake him up. You back away slightly, smiling down at him as he reaches up to rub his eyes, mumbling, "Mm, morning beautiful,". You quickly kiss him again before reaching over to the bedside table, then dropping a small box on his chest, "Happy anniversary my incredible boyfriend,". He looks up at you startled for a moment, and you nod encouragingly for him to open his present. "It's great sweetheart, I was wanting a watch too, thank you," he sits up and holds your face in his hands to kiss you sweetly, "I'm giving you your present later yeah? Promise. But right now, I think my beautiful girlfriend deserves breakfast in bed - pancakes?". You laugh, flopping back down onto the pillows while Liam pulls on a shirt and heads into the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, he's back with a tray of delicious looking pancakes, "Enjoy lovely - I won't be long, you stay here,". Curious at his tone, you poke your head out of the bedroom door and find Liam quickly pulling on his coat and shoes. "You forgot didn't you?" you laugh as Liam looks up suddenly, blushing profusely. "I'm sorry babe, I really am. It's just with work and -" he tries to apologize, but you cut him off by holding a finger to his lips. "I don't care," you reach on you tip toes to kiss him, "Just come back to bed yeah? I'm going to need some help with those pancakes,".

Harry:

You huff slightly as you flop down onto the sofa. It was your's and Harry's one year anniversary, and you'd kept your mouth shut all day thinking he might have planned a special surprise, considering how spontaneously romantic he was most of the time. But as clock hung up one the wall, ticked to 11pm, you resigned yourself to the fact he'd clearly forgotten. "Whats wrong babe?" Harry asks, settling onto the sofa beside you and opening his arms so you can lean into him. "Nothing," you shrug, resting your head onto his chest, staring aimlessly at the TV. "I think someone's lying," he chimes in a sing song voice, his fingers messing with your hair gently. You turn your head slightly, so you can look at his face, "Do you know what day it is?" you ask quietly, waiting for your diagnosis to be confirmed. He frowns slightly, "Friday,". You nod slowly, "You're right there, but today is a special friday... the 24th..." you trail off, a smirk spreading across your face as you watch the realisation hit him. He abruptly pushes you off his chest and runs into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Laughing slightly, you leave him to it, turning your attention back to the TV. Suddenly, hands appear in front of your eyes, blocking your sight, "Erm Harry?" you ask helplessly. "You trust me right?" he asks and you nod, "Well I'm going to walk you to the balcony OK?". Once there, he pulls away his hands, and you take in the fairy lights draped along the railings, and the strawberries, marshmallows and melted chocolate sat on the patio table with a candle. He smiles as he hands you a champagne glass, quickly checking his watch. "Well, it may be ten to midnight but," he offers you his glass to clink against yours, "Happy anniversary love,". You smile, leaning into his embrace, reaching up for a kiss.

Louis:

"You don't even know do you?" you stare at Louis plainly across the dinner table, the two of you drinking your tea. "Know what?" he raises an eyebrow, putting down his steaming cup. "What today is?" you ask sceptically before answering for him, "Our one year anniversary?". "Oh. That," he shrugs, taking his attention back to the tea in front of him. "Don't go over board with the enthusiasm," you chime sarcastically, standing up and heading out of the room, leaving your tea and cookies practically untouched. He pokes his head around the bedroom door, finding you sat cross armed on the bed. Sitting down next to you, you shake him off when he tries to touch you, "Hey whats up with you? It's not all that important,". You stare at him in disbelief, "Not important? I shouldn't be surprised that you forgot the date - your a guy after all - but this is a big deal. Us. Together. For a whole year - despite all the crap we've had to deal with, we're still together. But you don't even seem to care,". He smirks slightly, reaching out for your hand, "Is this because I forgot to buy you a present?" he teases, laughing slightly as you scowl at him. "No, I don't want a gift. I just thought you'd acknowledge that this was something big," you feel a tear forming in the corner of your eye. He reaches his hand up to brush the tear off your cheek, "I don't think it's important," he explains simply, "I don't see the point ticking off the years like it's some kind of achievement that we're still together... I already know I'm going to be with you the rest of my life,". "Ugh," you groan, smiling despite yourself, "You're so annoying sometimes you know Lou,". "I know," he grins, leaning forward so your foreheads are touching, "But thats why you love me,". "Indeed I do and I won't have you any other way," you mumble, leaning forward to press your lips together.

Niall:

You'd been dropping hints about the fact it was your's and Niall's anniversary all day - even going as far as to point out a 'Happy Anniversary' card as looking "Cute," when you'd been at the shops - and you still weren't a 100% as to whether he was just messing about with you or he'd genuinely forgotten. Though that evening when he collapses onto the sofa, asking if he should order take out, you decided it was more than likely that he forgot. You're surprised at yourself that you're actually not too bothered - in fact you find the whole thing kind of amusing. You walk out of the bedroom, having gotten changed into your pyjama's, to find the dining table overflowing with a feast of chinese takeaway. Your eyes widen in hunger, and you chuckle as you make your way to your seat, "Now this is a way to spend your anniversary,". "What?" Niall's head flies up suddenly, looking at you wide eyed. "Well it is our anniversary," you roll your eyes, laughing as you see the blush rise in his cheeks and add, "It's OK, I gathered you'd forgotten. I'm not bothered, honestly,". He puts down the box he'd just been shovelling food onto his plate from and looks over at you disappointedly, "I can't believe I forgot. Our first anniversary... I wanted to do something special and..." he trails off. You jump up, skipping around the table and sitting down in his lap, and he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I don't care," you assure him slowly, emphasising each word with a kiss, "I honestly can't think of a way I'd rather spend today - you, me, chinese, and a lazy night in,". He returns your grin, "Well, it sounds perfect to me - if you're OK with it? I could always try and get us a reservation at -". You cut him off by pushing a handful of chips into his mouth, laughing, "Happy anniversary love,", before you're both in stitches from all the laughter, enjoying your time together.

Zayn:

"Aw," you coo, pointing at the laptop screen, "Look at this piece of fan art one of your fans just sent me - how cute is that?". It was a cute cartoon image of Zayn handing you a flower, with fancy handwriting at the top saying today's date, but for last year. Zayn looks over and smiles at the image, "It's good. But why did they send it? Seems a bit random... They don't usually do stuff like that,". You stare at him for a moment in disbelief, before chuckling slightly to yourself - he obviously didn't realise that today was your anniversary. You quickly send out a new tweet, '@Y/T/N: Thank you for all the super sweet messages guys - @zaynmalik remains as clueless as ever! Haha x'. Before long, Zayn's phone starts vibrating like crazy at the number of messages coming through to his twitter. You put your laptop to the side, watching Zayn's face as he scrolls down the numerous tweets and then up at you embarrassedly. "You know, maybe I should be dating some of the fans?" you tease, "They certainly have a better memory than someone I know,". He laughs, throwing his phone away as he moves over to lie above you on the sofa, leaning down to kiss you gently. "Hmm, that may be the case - but I still think you'd choose me?" he mumbles against your lips. Smirking you reply, "Oh you reckon so eh?". He stands up, pulling you along with him and he wraps an arm around your waist, "Well you've put up with me for a year already - come on, lets go out somewhere nice to celebrate."

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