One Direction Preferences

You/He Feel Weak

HARRY: You sat alone in the room awaiting for Harry's arrival home. You didn't know why but you were crying, you didn't even hear the door to your apartment open.
"(Y/N)?" Harry asked.
You took a shaky breath," In here."
"What's the matter? What's wrong?" He asked worried.
"I feel so weak, I mean when I'm with you. I feel like I'm so dependent on you, like seeing you like you could leave and move on another week later but me, I'd be non stop crying for days. I just feel weak without you," you say.
"Trust me when I say this, but if you left me I would never stop crying, I'm lost without you. I can help you when you're feeling weak," he says.
"Just please promise me?" You ask.
"Anything," he says.
"Don't move on to fast, I mean don't move on at all," you smile slightly.

LOUIS: "Louis, Louis!" Everyone was chanting as he won an arm wrestling match.
"Come on (Y/N)! Your turn!" Louis called over to you.
"I don't think so! I'm weak," you laugh.
"I'll go easy, just give it a try!" He said.
"Fiiiiine," you sigh walking over to the table.
"1, 2, 3 Go!" Louis said and pinned your arm to the table in a matter of seconds.
"I thought you were going to go easy!" You say.
"I did! I thought you were going to try!" He laughed.
"I did! I'm just weak," you say.
"It's OK weakling, I'll protect you," he says.

NIALL: you were up waiting for Niall as he came home late once again.
He walked in the door and closed it quietly thinking you were asleep.
"Hi," you say, not angry but not happy either.
"Oh you're awake," he says running his fingers through his hair.
"Yea, where were you?" You ask a little annoyed.
"Work," he replied.
"At," you looked at the clock,"11 30 at night?" You ask.
"I'm sorry, I'm weak and powerless when it comes to work schedules, I have no control over it and if they want us to stay late, well, I'm weak in that situation too."
"I'm sorry I got annoyed," you say feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry for being late, again," he tries to smile.
"It's fine, we can you to bed now eh?" You ask.

ZAYN: he was sick, laying in bed.
"You ok?" You ask.
"Nooo!" He groaned.
"Aww," you say running your fingers through his hair.
"I feel so weak, with you here taking care of me," he said.
"We'll I don't care how weak you feel, I'm going to take care of you," you smile.
"Thanks for taking off work to sit here with me," he says.
"No problem, I love you," you say and shake his hair around a bit.
"I love you too," he smiles.

LIAM: It was 3 am an you couldn't sleep, there was one thing you were craving to do even though you stopped over a month ago. You walked to the bathroom and pulled a blade out the drawer.
You leaned against the bathtub and cut your wrist, you regretted it but it was all you wanted to do. You watched as the blood ran down the porcelain and onto the tile of your bathroom floor.
"(Y/N) are you up?" Liam asked as you heard his footsteps going down the hall.
You didn't answer, you didn't want him to see you like this, especially after you told him you had stopped. But it was to late already, the door creaked open and his eyes widened at the sight of you and the blood.
"What happened?" He asked grabbing your wrist.
"I'm weak against this problem, I can't stop I feel like I can't do anything," you cry, "it doesn't help that I tell myself I'm not good enough every night."
"Please baby, tell me when you feel like cutting. I can help you, we can talk and I'll take your mind off of it, you can get through this.
"I'm helpless and weak, there's no way I'm going to get through this," you said.
"That's why I'm here, to help you. Please don't feel that way, I love you."