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He acts like he hates you part 2 (Harry, Liam, Louis)

Harry: Harry widened his eyes, watching as you ran out of the place. He quickly pulled himself up, racing after you. You were already walking towards the car, almost in when he slammed you up against the door, panting heavily as he grabbed your wrists. "Y/N...wait..." He says, taking a few deep breaths. You stand there stunned not really knowing what to do especially since the boy is just standing here with out an explanation. You deserved one, because he was being such a dick to you. You didn't deserve to be called all those hurtful names, day after day, week after week. You were so tired of it, fed up even. "Y/N listen to me please, I-I didn't mean it okay?" He sighs deeply, his grip loosening a bit on your wrists as his green orbs meet up with your own. "I just, I'm in love you. And I didn't know how to get your attention, so I did this, I pretended to hate you and I never meant anything, honest I didn't." He takes a second to inhale, blinking back tears as he steps back sucking on his lower lip harshly, feeling the heat rise to his cheek because you haven't said anything yet. So he thinks that's it. He's fucked up to the extreme where you don't even want to talk to him any longer. He hiccups quietly, nodding his head as he turns around wiping under his eyes. He lost you. He's lost you, you're gone and you don't ever want anything to do with him. But he's wrong, you'd love him even if he ripped your heart out. You grabbed his shoulder and he spins quickly because if you change your mind he's going to loose himself. "I love you." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "I love you." You say, grinning as you wipe his tears away with his thumb. "Can I kiss you?" You shake your head, a teasing smirk on your face. "How about, you kiss me on our first date?" He grins, shaking his head as his hands slip around your waist. "Deal."

Liam: Everyone stares at Liam, shaking their heads judgingly at the boy. "Go get her mate." Zayn mumbles, nudging him up. Liam nods and runs out the restaurant, spilling some waiters food in the process. Once he get's out side, he notices how badly it's raining. Thick heavy drops hit the ground quickly splattering into a bigger mess. Puddles distance out on the road and the sidewalk, but he see's you, walking down the sidewalk in your heels, your arms wrapped around yourself as you shiver. He runs down the sidewalk, slipping a bit in his dress shoes before he reaches you. "Y/N please," he begs, and you turn around, your make-up ruined, your eyes a bit puffy and your nose stuffed up from the rain as well as crying. Liam smiles crookedly because even like this, you still look amazing. "Y/N I love you. I'm in love with you, have been since I met you. Did you know why Danielle and I broke up?" He asks, and you shake your head looking down at the ground shyly. He steps forward, pushing your chin up with his three fingers. "Because I'm in love with you." And he doesn't say anything else, thinking he's already said enough, so now it's just the two of you, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, as cliché as it can get in the rain. And he chuckles along with you because there's actually a crowd watching you both, waiting for him to propose or something like that. But he doesn't, he just connects your lips, breaking any unwanted space between your soaked bodies, hearing the muffled cheers and hollers from the people on the other side of the road. "I think you're a butthole though." You murmur after you've pulled apart. He smiles hugging you tightly. "That's okay, I'm your butthole?" You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, the two of your walking to his flat in the pouring rain.

Louis: Louis sits on the couch, staring at the now black T.V screen. What was he going to do? He's a horrible romantic, but thinking back to one of those silly rom coms he's watched he decides to do an old fashion follow the trail of roses. Harry comes downstairs and after a string of apologizes he gets his help. After they've set up the dinner and the roses and the little notes that you'll find as you go, he waits outside on the deck with the dinner waiting. He's dressed himself up, in a tux trying to impress you because Harry may have or may have not spilled how hot you think he is when he's wearing a tux. You wake up, wiping all the smeared make-up form your face and changing into a pair of Harry's sweats and a white V-neck because you're tired, and your sick, sick and tired of Louis that is. All the snarky comments and the death glares have made you entirely disgusted with him. Sure you still love that Doncaster boy with all your heart you always will, but now you want to stop the butterfly feelings and the heart swells when he even looks at you. Because he's made it very clear he hates you, he doesn't want anything to do you with right? As you think all these faults, you notice little rose petals when you step out of the room. You frown and bend down, picking one up and rubbing it between your thumb and index, biting your lower lip. What were all these doing here? You follow them, and find a white index card at bottom of the steps. You grab it and read over it. 'I'm so sorry, will you go to the place we're we watch movies?' You grin and race to the couch, finding another card. 'I think you're gorgeous. Where do we wash dishes?' You follow to the dishes, and find another card with another compliment an another place to go. Finally you get the last one that leads you to porch sliding doors. 'I love you. Step outside beautiful?' And you do because this is all too sweet. And you know exactly who did it, considering Louis' sloppy hand writing. He stands there, looking at the floor as he fiddles with the back of his ear hoping that you're going to want to be out here with him. When you step outside, you see him and you grin, blushing a bit because he looks rather handsome like that. He looks up and his eyes brighten as well as his face when he sees you. "Hi." You say nervously, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. "Hey." You look up and he gestures to the empty seat. "Have a seat?" You sit down and he pushes your chair in for you with a side smile. "I love you too." You say and he smiles, leaning across the table to give you an unforgettable first kiss.

Okay so this second part was requested by... candyrae! So all you beautiful directioners please give her a follow. Um, thanks again for the 1.9K reads! Ahhh! So exciting, so I've decided I will be doing the other boys for this preference, obviously, but along with that I'm taking personal requests for imagines so I'm always open for that. Uh, let me know what you think of my writing, and if there are any typos, don't be shy, tell me because I miss things too. Thanks again everyone! -H :)