One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)

Who they are

A/N: Now, this is how I see them, how I describe them. Just thought it would be fun to 'put it on the web'. Enjoy.

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Zayn: 

Zayn is the person you share bed with when you are in, let's call it purgatory, a grey area, when you are high on caffeine, but tired enough to be relaxed and just lay there thinking. 

He can lie to you, "Where are you going?"

 "Out."

 "Where to?"

 "Picking up some things at the grocery." 

"When will you be back?" 

"One, two hours." 

"Okey.". 

When he stumbles in three hours later you aren't surprised. "You were been with the boys, weren't you?"

 "Yeah, is that a problem for you?" 

"No, no it isn't." 

When you are walking home from a club late he comes out from the shadows and joins your side. You don't flinch, you just think "Yeah, he's been following." 

"Was it fun?" 

"Not really. You could've come." 

"I didn't want to." 

"Yet now you're here." 

Not looking at each other, just walking side by side. 

But one day it will collapse, and you will part ways. He will think that he is fine, but he ends up siting by a bar drinking. So he will go to your apartment, and knock on the door. No one answers, so he takes up the key to your apartment you gave him and opens. 

He calls for you but there is no reply. He knows you should be here, he has asked your friends if they know where you are, and they have said you should be at home. Then he hears a sound, so he walks further in. 

He comes to your bedroom door and listens. Then he opens it. In a half dark room you lay on your bed, covers under you, hand by your face holding a tissue. 

"Have you been here the whole time?" You nod. He doesn't care that he is wearing shoes, about his leather jacket, he just lays down behind you, holding you.

Niall: 

Niall is the boy you call when you want to sleep lightly, and dream. He is the boy you go to the park with to get ice cream, the one you go to the local fair with. 

One night he will knock on your door. Hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, jacket loose on his shoulders. He doesn't look at you at first, when you open the door, but then he meets your eyes. 

"Do you want to go out with me?" 

"What?" And this is a random dude in your school, someone who has never talked to you.

 With a tone as if he's rephrasing himself "Do you care to take a walk with me?"

 "Sure." You close the door, lock it and pull your jacket on. You two walk around the block, not talking, just walking side by side. 

When you get back to your house he stops by the gate. Halfway on the gravel path to your door you turn around. "I'd love to go out sometime." That, is Niall Horan.

Liam: 

Liam is the boy next door, who one day is sitting on the swinging bench on your porch. He is the person you can talk to, vent to, you are allowed in his house, you can pass as you want. The friendship no one understands. 

His hug makes the cold metal in your stomach disappear, his warm, big hug, arms holding you close under his jacket.

One autumn he's standing outside your door. 

"There is a fair in town. Do you wanna join me?" You nod and he drives you there. 

You two walk around there, not really buying anything or going on the rides. He just goes around with you, looking at you enjoying yourself. He holds your hand when you take his, he hugs your waist, he simply does everything a nice boy would normally do. He's the warm fire you stand by, the home people look for. He just changed his title.

Harry: 

Harry is clear, blue water when the dark clouds are gathering by the horizon, and it's about to rain. 

He stands outside his apartment every time you're walking in the house, you live on the third floor, he on the second, then there's the ground floor. He's on his phone, foot against the wall. 

He is the one you expect to have a very neat apartment, despite his messy curls, in black, grey, and white, like the guy in Fifty shades. 

You never bring friends home, but you are sure that if you weren't alone he wouldn't be there. You see him as the kind of person that is out a lot, going on clubs, but he doesn't seem to ever be out. 

He becomes interesting for you, sorta a obsession. You've read the little sign on the door, it just says Harry Styles. You start asking people from the house, when you meet them outside. 

"Hey, do you know Harry Styles?" 

"Styles? No, I've never seen him." 

"What does he do?" 

"He's the CEO on this business company." 

"Is he ever there?" 

"I don't know."  

Then one day he knocks on your door. You open, just a few feet, and flinch back. He's wearing his normal brown leather jacket, white shirt, black jeans, and black or brown aviators. A few seconds he is quiet, then he speaks. 

"I heard you've been asking about me."

Louis: 

Louis is golden laughter, and silver rings. Tattooed warm skin, and cold blown denim. 

He is the towel boy at the hotel you are staying at. He is alway at the other side of the pool, but you know he has something with you to do. If it's curiosity, attraction, you don't know, but he has something to do with you. 

You see him every day, but he's never close to you. 

It goes on to the point where you challenge fate by taking different seats every day, and spending whole days by the pool. He is always in the background, you never see him come or leave, it's driving you crazy. 

The week passes, and you check out, seeing him stand in the lobby, for first time since you got here, brown hair in layered mess, still wearing his swimming trunks. You meet his eyes before heading out to the waiting cab. 

When you arrive to the airport you check in your luggage, and head for the safety check. Going through you pockets you catch a piece of paper. "Tactics, baby, tactics." Along with the lines there was a phone number and the name Louis.

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A/N: These were all written in chunks, and I had to rethink Louis one because the first one just fades in the end and is weird. Anyway, hope you liked them.