One direction imagines/preferences

Been holding it in for a while now

Louis imagine: been holding it in or a while now....

"I can't do this anymore louis," I sobbed in my best friends arms.

"Your stronger then them," he soothed.

A group of students at school have been bullying me. It's harsh. To harsh. I'm very beautiful but they like to pretend I'm not.

"Louis Im not stronger, they have the looks, the attitude everything I don't," I cried in his arms. I snuggled my head deeper in his chest.

"Look at me Mikayla, you are absolutely beautiful pretty smart everything they don't," he smiled.

Next day at school.

"Oh look it's the ugly bitch!" The erupted with laughter pointing at me. I did what louis had told me. I ignored them.

"Oh someone's playing a silent game," one of the blondes struck at me. Keep walking Mikayla. As I kept walking one of them tripped me. I fell flat on my face my notes and folder splatted everywhere. I tried to get up but my ankle had a sharp pain in it. I grimaced in pain.

"Aww poor Kayla wayla is hurt," one of them fake sobbed. "Maybe we should try and twist it back to normal!" The really strong guy said and he made his way over to me. I shut my eyes waiting for the pain to strike in me. I barley felt his cool hands touch mine an heard my best friends louis voice full the shallow halls,

"Don't touch her!" He yelled.

"Someone trying to save the pathetic," the boy snorted.

Just like that *boom* the boy fell down and hit the cold hard ground.

Woah louis.

The others backed away said there apologizes to me. The bit stood up shaking and running to the boys bathroom.

Louis rushed to my side.

"Thank you" i smiled weakly. But before I could react he smashed his warm lips to mine. A long full passion Kiss.

I pulled away. His lips hovered over mine before saying, "I have something to tell you, I've been hiding it for a while but Mikayla, I'm in love with you," he looked absolutely serious.

The words came carefully out of his mouth.

"Louis, I love you to,"

5 years later

*tap tap tap*

I smiled and turned around and opened the window.

Louis threw rocks at my window every night since that incident with those kids.

"I'm in love with you and all yore little things," he sang,

He put a little something in the basket he sent up to my room. Once I had gotten the basket he told me to open the little box.

He got down on one knee still on the ground while I was in my house (flat) top floor.

"Marry me?"