One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 61. Nightmares...

Niall: You shot up in your bed in a cold sweat as you panted softly, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, looking around. You sighed and fell backwards on to your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You have been having nightmares since Niall has been away on tour.

You haven't told Niall because he worries too much and you didn't want to put your problems on him but that wasn't the only reason. You had gotten a call from his management a week ago, but not from Simon, telling you not to talk to Niall about any problems that may come up with you. They kept saying they were concerned with his concentration for the tour. You hated not telling Niall what was bothering you but you didn't want to make his management mad so you silently agreed.

You sighed and sat up, turning the lamp on beside the nightstand before throwing the blankets off of you. You stood up and slipped your bedroom slippers on before walking out of your room, scratching the back of your head, walking towards the kitchen.

You yawned as you flipped the switch to turn on the lights, walking towards the fridge. You were interrupted by the home phone ringing. You grumbled and rubbed your eyes as you walked over to the wall, scratching your head as you picked it up, putting it to your ear. "Hello?" you asked, your voice rough from sleep.

"Hey, babe,"  you heard Niall say.

Your eyes widened and tightened your grip on the phone. "H-Hey, Ni. You're calling pretty late," you said, forcing a giggle.

"I know. I hope I didn't wake you. I just...I haven't heard from you in almost a week and I've just been...really worried about you, Y/n," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

You looked down and leans your back against the wall. "I...I know and...I'm really sorry about that," you mumbled into the speaker.

It was quiet on the other end for a while before you heard a soft sigh. "You've been having nightmares again, haven't you?" You stayed silent, only staring at the ground. "Babe, why haven't you told me?"

"I...I couldn't."

"Says who?"

You sighed and rubbed your head. "Management called right haven't you got on the plane. It wasn't Simon...It was a different person and I didn't want to get you in trouble so...I didn't tell you about my nightmares," you said, sighing again as you walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Damn it," Niall muttered, sighing. You could tell he was stepping outside when you heard the wind hit the speaker, knowing the wind was running through his hair, which made you smile. "Don't listen to them, Y/n. If you ever need anything or need to talk to me or one of the boys, call, don't listen to them."

You nodded and smiled. "Okay...I will, babe."

"Now, what was the nightmare about tonight?" he asked, a smile heard in his voice.

You laid your head back and sighed softly, explaining your dream as he listened. You soon fell asleep with the phone near your ear, listening to Nialls' voice singing What Makes You Beautiful, a smile on your face as you slept soundly.

Harry: You rolled over as you yawned, slowly opening your eyes at the sound of Skype going off on your phone. You blinked slightly before turning to lamp on and grabbing your phone, smiling when you saw it was Harry. You answered it and turned on the camera as he did the same. "Hey, Hazza," you mumbled, raising an eyebrow at him.

"H-hey, babe," he mumbled, sighing in relief.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you asked quickly, worry in your voice.