One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 74. You're blind (Part 3)...

Niall: Four Months Later

You blinked as you felt hands poking your cheeks, making you smile. "Ni?" you asked, giggling. 

"How do you always know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Your fingers; they are rough from playing the guitar a lot. You're the only one I know that has that. Liam has gentle hands, especially when he pats my head. Harry ruffles my hair and pokes me just to annoy me but his hands are gentle and big. Louis," you trailed off, smiling, "Louis just tickles me a lot so I always know it's him."

He watched you, a smile on his lips, and kissed your cheek. "I love how you can do that," he whispered, nuzzling your neck gently. 

You giggled and put your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair gently. You leaned your back against him and hummed softly, closing your eyes. "I've done it all my life. I've felt rough and smooth, soft and hard," you whispered, letting out a sigh. 

"And you don't let the bullying get to you either."

"You get use to that after a while. The words hurt at first but a few years later, that's all I saw them as; words. After that, I just took the bullying head on with a smile on my face. That always annoyed them and it was always funny, even if I wasn't able to see it," you explained, slowly turning around in his arms to rest your head on his shoulder. 

He pulled you closer to him gently, rubbing small circles on the small of your back, humming What Makes You Beautiful against your forehead as he rocked you both. 

You sighed softly, a smile on your lips as you relaxed. You had always felt safe with him ever since you moved there. You were glad that you made friends with him and his friends. Even though you hadn't known him for that long you two had grown close in the short time you spent together and now here you were, sitting in his lap in his apartment with his arms wrapped around your waist. You felt safe in his arms and you never wanted to lose that feeling. 

"You alright?" you heard him ask. 

You nodded and nuzzled his neck softly. "I like your voice. It's soft and soothing. It makes me feel safe as well as when I'm in your arms, I forget that I can't see for a moment. I...I'm really glad that I moved here, I would never have felt this before," you mumbled into his neck, yawning softly. 

He smiled and kissed her forehead before letting out a yawn of his own. "Get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow if we want to catch the plane." 

"Are you sure it's alright for me to go on tour with you lads? I would just be getting in the way."

"Louis was the one that wanted you to come. Apparently, he likes the ideas you come up with for pranks and Harry has been too busy lately. Plus, I want to keep an eye on you. I get worried when I'm off on tour."

You smiled and nodded before slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Harry: Nine Months Later

You groaned as you rolled over, instantly feeling Harry's arms tighten around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest. "Haz, I have to get to the doctors for my treatment," she mumbled, trying to squirm out of his hold. 

"But I missed your body in my arms, love."

"And I missed feeling your chest against my back but I have the treatment today and I can almost see again. Blurry objects but still." 

He groaned but slowly unwrapped his arms from around her and pulled the blanket over his shoulders. "Be safe," he whispered, slowly falling back to sleep.