One Direction Imagines and Preferences

#1 He can't have you by: niallsnuts(tumblr)

Harry: Because he thought he'd break your heart; his voice was shaky and his eyes were red and you could hear his voice cracking as he said the words "I love you" over and over again. But, he couldn't love you, he didn't want to. He wished he could have broken your heart because him loving you would be too much of a good thing. But, he does love you— more than anything, actually. And he'd be damned if he kept himself from loving you anymore.

Niall: Because you were best friends; hand holding, kisses, and friendly hugs was what Niall dreamed about every night. Not only that, but to just get a little taste of you— to have your hands to hold even longer and to smooth out your hair when you had flyaway's and to somehow be your boyfriend. But, he couldn't. He couldn't ruin such a beautiful thing that had already happened. He'd be too upset in the end if you had lost you at all.

Louis: Because he already had someone else; she was pretty and her lips were always pink and her body was perfect, she was beautiful. But, so were you, he found himself thinking. That's what he did a lot now, thinking. He thought about kisses you two could share, but would expel the thought after he'd see his (actual) girlfriend snuggled up to a teddy he had won her many years ago. He's sit at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, thinking, again, of how to get over you, the love of his life.

Liam: Because he was too afraid to have you. He was too afraid of the emotions and the possibility of you finding someone else. He was too afraid of wanting to hold you closer than ever and have his head nestled in your hair. He'd cringe at a few thoughts and then recoil, because you were... you. God, you were only being you and that's why he thought of you. That's why he dreamt of you and wondered what your handwriting looked like and how you wrote your 'r's. He wondered every chance he got, but he still knew that he wasn't ready for someone so perfect.

Zayn: Because whenever he saw you he got chills in his bones; he'd get lightheaded and his forehead would crease and he's start to shake. Why was he feeling this way? Why was he so in depth with wanting to have you, but knowing that you were too out of his league or out of reach? He'd go to his mother and confide and tell her about this girl—you—and how you had completely invaded his thoughts everyday. He didn't want to feel like this anymore. Either he would have you or he wouldn't.