One Direction Preferences

Preference #49: Stay; A Song Preference

"All along it was a fever, a cold sweat, hot headed believer. I threw my hands in the air, said show me something. He said if you dare, come a little closer."

Louis: Last night, you were out at the club with your friends, though you really could not remember most of it. The whole night was just one big blurr; nothing more. When you woke up, you realized that you weren't in your room. It was all strange to you. Your eyes looked everywhere, but you did not know where you were. You stood up and looked around for someone, anyone, when all the sudden the door opened. There he stood, and the night ws all coming back to you. You knew who he was just by looking at him. Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. Your cheeks flushed read as you stripped the sheets off the bed, covering your naked body. Louis smiled and crossed his arms. "Don't worry, I saw it all last night." He scoffed, and your eyebrows furrowed. "Wow, really Tomlinson?" You asked him sarcasticallty, and he shrugged. "I-I should really go." You blurted out, walking towards the foot of his bed where your clothes were. Louis watched you go at first, then grabbed your hand before you could grab anything. "Or, you could just stay..." He said lightly. Your first thought was no way. You barely knew him, and he was fresh out of a relationship. You wanted no part of that. Then you saw the desparation in his eyes. The two of you were so drunk the night before, and it was hard to recollect all the events, but you did remember the secrets that were spilled between the two of you. He told you about how he was dealing with the breakup with Eleanor. All the hurt and pain and agony he was going through in the past few months was overwhelming for him. "I...I guess it wouldn't hurt." You sighed, and a smile grew wide on his face.

"Round and around and around and around we go. Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know"

Harry: Harry was your F-W-B, meaning your friend...with benifets of course. The two of you were hooking up once a week for the past three months, and you loved it for the first two, but after that, you began to hate it just a bit. You became attatched to Harry, even though you knew that the two of you could probably never be. Every morning you just wanted to stay in his bed, but you knew that couldn't happen. The two of you were, for lack of better words, fuck buddies. One morning after a rough night, you limped out of his bed, wishing that just once he would see how badly you wanted to stay with him. It hurt. Still, you knew that he wouldn't see that. You tried your best to walk over to the bathroom where your bag was, until you heard Harry behind you. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?" He asked you. You turned to him and tried to smile. "N-nothing, just a little sore, that's all." You told him, and he smirked. "I'm sorry, that would be my fault...(Y/N), would you...um...what I want to ask is...uh...do you maybe want to stay...w-with me? I-if you don't want to I totally get it, but I was just wondering!" He blurted out. You smiled at him and limped back over into his bed. "I would love to." You said to him, curling up next to him. Turns you, he wanted to ask you this for a while.

"It's not much of a life you're living. It's not just something you take, it's given"

Liam: You knew that Liam liked you from the beginning, but you weren't really looking for a relationship, since you had just broken up with your boyfriend. Still, Liam tried his best to make you like him the same way he liked you. He was crazy about you. One night in particular, you and your friends went out clubbing, which is something you never normally did. Unfortunately, it takes one time for you to just leave the quiet life style and just let loose. You were drunk beyond belief, and no one would have ever guessed it. Still you were out on the dance floor and trying your best to dance. One guy came up from behind and started to let his hands wander up the skirt of your dress. Feeling threatened, you tried your best to escape, but it was no use. This man already had you. Soon though, his grip was released and you saw Liam there pulling the guy away from you. You were in a daze, completely lost. "C'mon (Y/N), we're going home." He said sternly as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the club. When you got to your apartment, you stood there at the door while Liam unlocked it. "I-I'm sorry Liam." You said, seeing that he was still furious. "Just get inside." He told you, and you obeyed. Once you were both inside, he shut the door, then turned to you. Before you could say anything to him, he spoke. "I don't know if you have realized this, but I am in love with you. There (Y/N), I said it! I am in love with you! But you don't seem to care!" He shouted, causing you to get angry. ":You think I never noticed Liam? Everything you do for me? Nothing? Well news flash, I did! I always noticed! But you think that just because your famous you can take what you want, right? That's it?!" You yelled at him. He stood there for a while, then turned to leave, making you realize how much you had hurt him. "W-wait...wait, Liam." You said, and he turned back around. "What?" He asked bitterly. You slowly paced toward him and pulled him in for a hug. "Stay."

"Funny you're the broken one, when I'm the only one who needed saving. 'Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving."

Niall: You and Niall have always been good friends, and for your birthday, he wanted to do something really special. Since you were now 21, he wanted to take you to Vegas! The first night you got there, the two of you of course were drinking and gambling and just having fun. Most people thought that the two of you were crazy, but you guys didn't care. You guys actually left your hotel and just wandered the streets together. You saw a chapel, and made a joke about getting married in Vegas, but Niall (as drunk as he was) asked you if you wanted to just do it and get married. Of course, you say yes and have a vegas wedding. After that, you guys got into a cab and stayed at a small motel outside of the city. While you were there you guys spent the whole night in the bed, and under the sheets. After the fun night you woke up at ten A.M, sitting up quickly in a blurr of confusion. There were beer cans here and there in seperate piles in the room. Everything was fuzzy, and every sound you heard was a little disorted. You couldn't even remember where you were, and you thought this entire thing was a dream. When you looked next to you, you saw Niall, still fast asleep, and facing you. At first you didn't believe it. This was all a joke he played on you for your birthday, but when you looked down at your hand, you saw the ring right there. You got married to your best friend, then went to a shitty motel and had sex. This was a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. You broke down, pulling your knees up close to you. You didn't want any of this to happen. This was bad for both of your reputations, and so many people would just blame you for everything. You had to leave. You had to go and get out before anyone saw you. Only then would you get everything sorted out with Niall. As you were about to climb out of bed to leave, Niall grabbed your arm, and you let out a small gasp. You turned to him, his blue eyes filled with sadness. "(Y/N)...I know we got a bit...crazy, last night, but I...I want you to stay." He told you. There was a long pause before you finally came up with a response. "Niall, I-I can't. No. You deserve someone better and prettier, and...less broken." You said, trying not to cry. "You are broken, but everything that's broken can be fixed. Please, stay."

"Ooh, the reason I hold on, ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone."

Zayn: The two of you were fighting...agian. And it was about the same thing...again. You were just so sick of everything around you, and Zayn's smoking was making nothing better. "I'm trying (Y/N), and somehow that still isn't enough!" He shouted at your turned back. You turned around and gave him a sour look. "Enough?! I've had enough! With you, with the fighting, with everything Zayn! I am just done! Finished! I've had enough!" You yelled back at him grabbing your keys off the kitchen counter and walked through your house to the front foyer. "And where are you going to go?!" He asked you in an angry tone. "The only family you have are halfway around the world, and your friends live all over the damn country! Where the hell would you go (Y/N)?!" "Somewhere. I'm not staying here, that's for sure Zayn!" You yelled at him, not turning around. You were about to walk out the door when you felt his hand land on your wrist. You turned to him and scowled at him."Let go Zayn." You demanded, but he just stared at you for a while. "(Y/N), you're tired, and you plan to drive in some random direction just to go anywhere, I'm not letting you go." He said, and you immediatley got angrier. When you tried to pull away, his grip only gets tighter. (Y/N)...just...just stay the one night. If you want, you can leave in the morning, but I will not let you go tonight knowing that when I wake up, you may not be alive. Just...stay." He said, now begging you to stay. You softened a bit and threw your car keys over towards the couch. "Fine." You said, walking past him and upstairs to your room. You were happy you stayed, because the next morning you worked everything out and were happy again. The hole in your heart was filled, and everything was okay.