One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 77. You're best friends but one boy knows you like him...

Niall: You watched as he snuggled up to his new girlfriend in your shared flat, trying not to ignore them. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt the couch dip beside you, making you look over to see Harry smiling at you. You twisted out of your blanket and moved closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and letting your attention go back to the movie. 

You and Harry had always been close, like siblings. He could tell when something was wrong just by looking at you and vise-versa. Whenever you felt down, he would be there without a second thought with all your favorites in his bag, he would even stay the night just to make sure you were really okay and to make you breakfast in the morning. He was a great friend to you and you don't know what you would have done without him. 

You blinked as you heard a moan, causing you to look over at Niall, your best friend in the group, and his girlfriend, your eyes widening at the sight in front of you; he had her pulled in his lap with their lips connected and tongues down each others throat. You could feel your blood boiling and the tears forming at the same time as you watched your crush suck the whores face. 

You reached across Harry's lap and grabbed a pillow before throwing it at them, quickly standing up which got all eyes on you. "If you're going to fuck, go do it at her place!" you yelled, glaring at him as he stared at you with wide eyes. You grabbed your phone and blanket, quickly heading to your room before the tears started to form. 

You pushed your door closed slowly and quietly before walking over to your bed, falling on it with closed eyes and tears slowly sliding down your cheeks. "A-Asshole..." you whispered into your mattress. 

You heard a soft knock on your door and looked at it as you saw Harry come into view. "You okay?" he asked softly, stepping in and closing the door behind him before walking over to kneel beside your bed. When you didn't answer, he sighed and gently rubbed your head, shaking his head. "He's a blind, idiot. He doesn't know what he's been missing out on, love."

"Why do I have t-to like such a jerk, Haz? All he ever does is come home after a day in the studio, calls up a whore, and just..." you stopped as tears formed. "I-I thought it would be fun to live with him when he asked me t-to after I graduated. B-But now...I feel like...I f-feel like I'm just a nobody again like when I was growing up."

He sighed and kissed your forehead before pulling the blanket over your body. "Just get some sleep, Y/n. I'll make you breakfast in the morning," he whispered as he wiped your tears away. 

You nodded and slowly let your eyes close, letting the last tear fall before you were out like a light. 

Harry: You squealed as Liam smashed an egg on your head, your eyes going wide as you stared at him. You hadn't expected daddy direction to smash an egg on your head after you just slapped him with Nutella in your hand. 

"You did not just do that," you said, giggles leaving your lips as he grinned and nodded. "This isn't mud, Li, but I think it'll do to help clean out the pores~." 

He laughed and shook his head, grabbing a towel and holding it out to you. "Here. Clean your face off before that stuff cooks on your face," he teased, smiling. 

"Oh, what's that suppose to mean?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you washed your face off then dried it with the towel. 

"Think about it~," he sung, grabbing a wash cloth and rubbing the Nutella off his face. 

You blinked slowly before blushing, throwing the towel at him. "Thanks for the compliment but my face isn't that hot," you said, sighing softly. 

He took the towel and dried his face, looking at you. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly being serious.