One Direction Imagines

Part 1

Imagine:

You: Zayn Malik is my boyfriend.

Friend: You wish.

*Zayn comes around the corner and hugs you from behind*

Zayn: She’s not kidding *kisses your cheek*

Imagine:

You are at the park with Niall when it starts pouring. You start to run but Niall grabs your waist and kisses you in the rain...

Imagine:

Liam: Smile.

You: Why?

Liam: Just do it.

*you smile and then he smiles*

Liam: I love your smile, it makes me smile.

Imagine:

Louis: I hate you!

You: Why? *tear slips from your eye*

Louis: You just take my breath away whenever I’m near you *hugs you*

You: *blushes*

Imagine:

Harry making you breakfast in bed and waking you up by gently kissing you.

Imagine:

You’re sitting at the same desk with Niall.

Niall: y/n! y/n! y/n!

You: What–? *he kisses you*

Imagine:

You: If it’s a boy, he will be as charming as you are. If this is a girl–

Niall: she will be as perfect as you.

Imagine:

Harry walking right up to you *smiles* and says: “You’re seriously the perfect combination of sexy and cute.”

Imagine:

Watching a beautiful sunset with Niall, he puts his arm around you and says, “This is almost as beautiful as you are.”

Imagine:

Harry walking up to you and your friends, he takes your hand and says, “I just had to have you to myself for a second.”

Imagine:

Zayn getting a big smile on his face when you walk by.

Imagine:

Waking up to Louis kissing you on the cheek and says, “Wake up beautiful, you look so amazing in the morning.”

Imagine:

You’re sleeping on the couch then you wake up to find Liam hovering above you. He caresses your cheek then begins to kiss you slowly...

Imagine:

Being pinned against the wall by Harry as he kisses you, roughly. Then, he traces his lips down your jawline to your neck...

Imagine:

Sitting in the snow & Zayn comes trying to help you up but just making you both tumble. You laugh but stop when you feel his soft lips on yours...

Imagine:

Sitting on Niall's lap as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You look at him & he smiles sweetly before kissing you gently...

Imagine:

Waking up on Liam’s bare chest as he plays with your hair.

Imagine:

You go to a One Direction concert and you have front row seats. It was time for Niall’s solo but he freezes as he spots you and blushes.

Imagine:

Niall walks into your room. You notice he’s holding something behind his back so you ask him what it is and he blushes. He then takes out a mistletoe and bites his lip. You blush as he pulls you to him and wraps an arm around your waist. You look up as he holds the mistletoe over your head then he presses his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He smiles against your lips before saying, “Merry Christmas.”

Imagine:

Harry’s lips hovering above yours and he won’t kiss you because he loves to tease you. His hands are on your waist and he’s using all his strength just to not kiss you.

Long Imagine:

Niall smiles down at you and kisses your head before leading you to the sofa. He lays down bringing you on his chest.

    “I love you,” he murmurs. You grin and murmur: “I love you, too, Ni.” He leans down and kisses you forcefully, flipping you so you were under him. You kiss back eagerly, playing with his hair, running the short, dirty blonde strands through your fingers. Niall’s arms go around your waist before slowing the kiss down to sweet and loving pecks across your jawline. Niall pulls away and pecks your nose making you giggle. He laughs and lays down beside you again, keeping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You were so happy that his world tour was over, for at least a few months, so you could spend time with your fiancé. You sigh in content.

    “I love you, Ni, you don’t know how much.” Niall kisses your head softly.

    “All I know is that it’s not nearly as much as I love you, y/n.” You roll your eyes, playfully.

    “I beg to differ.” Niall laughs that magical laugh of his.

    “You’re so perfect, love. I’m so glad you’ll be mine in a few months.” You turn in his arms and peck his lips softly.

    “And I’m so glad to be Future Mrs. Horan,” you say with a giggle. Niall grins at you before kissing your forehead. You feel heat spread into your cheeks before hiding your face in his chest. He plays with your hair, pecking your head every once and awhile. You begin to drift off to sleep when Niall shifts so he’s carrying you. After a few moments, you feel yourself being laid on a bed. You open your eyes to see you and Niall’s room. Niall quickly changes into some pajama pants and a white t-shirt, while you look away.

    “You want to change, love?” he asks softly. You get up, taking your cami and shorts to change in the bathroom. After a minute, you finish and get into bed with Niall. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

    “Goodnight, darling,” he murmurs, reaching over you to kiss your forehead. You smile tiredly.

    “Goodnight, Ni. I love you.” You feel his lips shape into a smile against the back of your head.

    “I love you, too, y/n. Forever and always.”

Imagine:

Liam not being able to concentrate during a concert because all he can think about is the fight you two had and how sorry he was.

THIS ONE MADE ME (Vanessa) CRY. LIKE I WAS SOBBING JUST AT THE THOUGHT.

Imagine:

You come home from school one day and turn on the TV. A news reporter is talking about a boy band member’s suicide. Frantically, you get your phone out and check Twitter. #RIPHarry is trending. You click on his profile to see his last tweet. Two simple words: ‘You won.’

Imagine:

After Louis finishes a football game, winning, and instead of going for the trophy he runs straight over to you and kisses you, saying “Y/N, I love you.”

Imagine:

You're out for a romantic dinner with Niall.

There's only one chicken drumstick left. You quickly try to swoop in and grab it, but before you reach it, Niall picks up his steak knife and cuts your hand off. Blood spurts everywhere.

You die.

Imagine:

Zayn walking into your classroom. Everyone looks at him like “What the hell?” and Zayn says: “Sorry, it’s just Y/N forgot her shirt last night.”