One Direction-Imagines

#16 Preference

Niall, Age 15:

And you’ll never treat yourself right darlin, but I want you to: You cut. There was no point bouncing around the subject. And Niall didn’t know. You had had a particularly bad day; you know those days where everything goes wrong? Every single little thing? Yeah exactly. Niall was supposed to be out recording so you thought you had the house absolutely to yourself. So you let yourself go mad, let the depression sink in along with the blade right there on the floor in the living room. But without you even hearing the front door open, Niall was walking into the house, the smile on his face quickly being replaced with horror. He sprinted forward, grabbing the blade from your hand, cutting his finger a bit and throwing it across the room, “What are you doing!?” “I-I- Niall I just…” you broke off, looking at his broken expression and both of you started to cry. Niall crouched on the floor next to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his head down on your neck, letting his tears soak your hair, “Why don’t you treat yourself right? I’m here for you darlin’, I love you so much why can’t you love yourself that much?”

Zayn, Age 16:

You still have to squeeze into your jeans: You were frustrated beyond belief as you tried to pull on your favorite pair of black pants to go out with your friends tonight. It just wasn’t working though. You did the whole girl ‘wobble, shimmy, jump’ thing but they were just too tight for your comfort. It wasn’t the fact that it was your favorite trousers, more the fact that you had clearly gained weight that made you scream with frustration, cry, and pull at your hair. It had been a long day already and this just wasn’t helping. Obviously with the constant thuds as you fell struggling to get them on and screams, it wasn’t long before Zayn was opening your door, “Y’allright love?” “Get out!” you shouted, chucking a pillow at him and pushing your sweaty hair out of your tearstained face. “Hey,” Zayn said gently, moving forward. He went to grab you but you pushed back, fighting and shouting as he repeated, “Hey, hey hey hey love, c’mere.” Somewhere between the screams and pushes, it turned to crying against his chest. “Wait happened?” he whispered softly, rubbing your hair and kissing the top of your head. “My trousers don’t fit anymore,” you sniffled, nuzzling your face into his chest. “(Y/N), (Y/N),” he said firmly but softly, making sure you were meeting his eye, “That doesn’t matter love, so what eh? You’re still stunning yeah? You’re a growing girl, you’re gonna get bigger. Don’t think about yourself this way babe, you’re still gorgeous.”

Louis, Age 12:

And maybe that’s the reason you talk in your sleep, and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep though it makes no sense to me: Somehow Louis had convinced you into a late night marathon but around two in the morning you passed out on his lap, your mouth hanging wide open and light breaths coming from you. You started to mutter under your breath and Louis, immediately amused, paused the movie and listened in. At first you were just muttering, “Chicken, nandos please, chocolate-” but then things got more serious. “just because he’s in a band doesn’t mean he’s not my brother, stop saying stuff like that-” Louis’ eyes narrowed but you continued, “yes he still loves me” you were writhing around in his lap a bit, covering your face. His heart broke a little and he lightly pressed a kiss to your forehead as you stopped talking and nuzzled your face into him, “of course I love you baby.” But suddenly you continued, “Niall is hotter than Harry, I would date Niall any day.” What. Louis looked down wide eyed and shouted, “Awh heck naw!” Waking you up as you just stared at each other.

Liam, Age 14:

I know you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs: The thing was, you really weren’t overweight so no one understood why you hated being in bathing suits or thought you were fat. But it was a big concern for you. Maybe it was because your brother was so fit and famous, or because all your friends were freaking models and you were just… you? You ate, you definitely weren’t anorexic but you weren’t eating as much as you used to. And Liam noticed. He pulled you aside after dinner, his face a little pained, “Love, don’t you want dessert?” “Awh no Liam I’m not really into sweets anymore.” “Why not?” he bit his lip. “Oh…I ah, they just give me a bit of a stomach ache sometimes.” “Please come home some cake with me? I don’t want to eat it all alone,” he pleaded. “Why not?” you asked bitterly. “It’s not like you have anything to be embarrassed about, you’re fit and no one would look twice at you eating cake.” Liam sighed, “That’s why you’re not eating it. Listen, and I wouldn’t say this lying, you’re fit sis, you’re stunning and already a bit too thin. Don’t make your big brother have to tell on you. I get eating healthy love but cutting out every food you enjoy…you’re fourteen…just please be less concerned because you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Harry, Age 17:

But you’re perfect to me: Everyone get’s stood up at least once, but that doesn’t take the embarrassment out of being at a couples table in a couples restaurant completely alone for an hour. You texted Harry to come get you, explaining the situation as best you could without crying right there at the table. But instead of Harry you got a cheerful, dressed up Niall who, mostly for your sake, loudly apologized for being late for your date and sat down, pretending he was there for a date with you. He was great, the ‘date’ was great, but that didn’t mean you weren’t on the verge of tears for half the time. Niall knew it was time to get you home. Harry was waiting for you on the couch. You had wanted to just run upstairs but Niall held your hand tightly and led you over to Harry who looked extremely concerned. “I don’t get it,” he muttered, brushing back your hair as you sat in front of him with Niall. “You’re perfect to me, how could anyone not see that?” You started to cry, shrugging, “I’m not perfect Harry-” “Yes you are,” Niall protested, kissing your cheek. Harry cooed, leaning forward and hugging you into his chest. “He wasn’t worth it love, he wasn’t worth it.”