One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #82 "The hate gets to him"

Niall: You come home to a quiet flat. When Niall was home there was normally a TV on or a radio playing somewhere in the background, but this time you were met by silence. Assuming he was out you kicked off your shoes and made your way to your bedroom to get into comfier clothes. When you pushed open the door you saw Niall slam his laptop down and wipe a hand over his face. "I thought you weren't meant to be back for another while," he said shakily, trying to smile, though you could see straight through him. You grab his laptop and open it, letting your eyes scan over the twitter feed he was on. "Oh Ni, you can't believe a word of this. They're just jealous, and they don't know you like I do," you console him, pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you burying his head in your shoulder. "I try, I really do. But there's just so much of it!" he cries. The sight of him like this absolutely breaks your heart. "I know you do, but you have to look at all the lovely things people say as well. I know so many people that know and love you. Actually, I can't think of one person that has met you and hasn't liked you." He pulls out of your arms pressing his lips to your forehead. "I don't know what I'd do without you Y/N."

Louis: "I thought you were going out with Harry tonight?" You ask your boyfriend when you get back from your friend's house. He is strewn on the couch watching TV and scrolling on his phone when you see him. "I was, but I decided against it," he shrugs. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "He's your best friend Lou! You should spend some time with him," you persist. He turns around to face you. "Oh I see, so I can be called gay and you can be called a beard. Yeah, thanks Y/N, I'll go out next time," he sarcastically replies. Knowing he wouldn't mention Larry unless it was really bothering him, you walk up to him and drape your arms around his shoulders. "Where did this come from? You've never let it get to you before," you mumble into his shoulder. "I know it's stupid," he starts, rubbing his hands up and down your back. "but I've seen so much Larry bullshit lately and the hate you've been getting is annoying me," he admits. "Well, as some loser boyband once sung, 'they don't know about us'," you smile.

Zayn: "What do you want for dinner?" you call to Zayn who is in the next room. There is a moment of silence before he replies. "I'm not too hungry tonight, babe. I had a big lunch." He had been having 'big lunches' extremely often and he was getting skinnier by the day. "I'm making you something," you declare. Zayn wanders wearily into the kitchen. "Honestly, I'm not hungry," he argues. One look at him and you can tell he's not telling the truth. "If you think I can't tell when you're lying, think again. So are you going to tell me what's up or am I going to have to pull it out of you?" He looks at the ground, shuffling his feet on the wooden floor. "Everyone was saying I was looking a bit big, so I'm cutting down a bit," he finally says. The expression on his face tells it all; how tired he is o hate and how he can't handle it much more. "C'mere," is all you have to say and he's got you in such a tight hug you can barely breathe. "Don't let it get to you. You are fine the way you are, but perfect the way you were."

Liam: After months of touring you and your boyfriend were together again at your shared home. The thing was, he seemed a bit off. You blamed it on tiredness after being away for so long, with jet lag on top. A few days after he returned his mood still hadn't changed, so you decided to confront him about it. "Are you feeling okay?" you ask one morning while you ate breakfast. "Yeah, m'fine," he replies, not even looking at you. "Liam, I know somethings wrong. Please tell me what it is. You've been acting funny ever since you came back from tour," you persist. Still staring at his food he sighs. "So you think I've changed too?" You reach your hand across the table and clasp it over his. "Yes. Now will you tell me why?" "I'm changing. And not in a good way. I've seen people say it on Twitter, and now you think so too," he finally looks away from the table to you. You can feel your heart wrench at the look in his eyes. "No. No no no. You're not changing for worse. I don't believe you could ever do that. You are the best person I've met, in every way possible. Please don't listen to what other people say, it's only what you think that matters." Giving your hand a squeeze, he smiles genuinely for the first time since you've seen him after the tour. "Thank you."

Harry: "Do you think this looks stupid?" he asks gesturing to the rips in his jeans. "No, they look nice. Why are you asking?" you reply. He wanders around room muttering, "No reason, just wondering what you thought." You look up from the magazine you are reading to try and work out why he's acting so strange. "Really, Harry, we've been together for more than a year. I can tell when you're not telling me the truth," you tell him, hoping to get an insight into the workings of his mind. "A few people commented on them. Honestly, it's nothing." You can still tell he's lying, the way he won't look you in the eye and how he rubs his thumb and forefinger together constantly. "And by a few, you mean a lot," you finish. Your thoughts are confirmed when he finally lifts his head up and looks you in the eyes. In less than a second you are pressing your lips to his in a quick, soft kiss. "Don't let anyone tell you how to be Haz, I love you exactly the way you are." He holds your waist and tenderly kisses you as you tangle your fingers in his hair, a habit you have picked up. "I love you too," he breathes so close to your lips you can almost taste the emotion behind those three words.