One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #108 "You're bestfriends and he has feelings for you"

Harry - she came over late, arriving at my door in sweat pants and a Chicago Bears t-shirt, hair atop her head in a dishevelled bun. She strolled past me, “so, are we watching this movie or what, Haz?”

I scratched my head idly after her, and gave myself every reason not to watch her as she went. Her figure perfect, arms that dropped from round, sun-kissed shoulders and swung by her sides, the rounded bump that meant picturesque hips - she was everything a guy could ever want, and I knew it all too well. “Uh, yeah, sure,” I murmured as soon as I could follow her into the living room. I felt claustrophobic in the friend zone as I sat down next to her. “Haz, you okay?” She furrowed her brow at me, “you’re looking at me weird, man.”

"I’m… I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time, pretending I didn’t want her the way any guy would. 

Liam - "Li, can you help me out with this?" I turned on the spot, levelling an amused gaze over my best friend in the corner of her bedroom, fiddling arms trying to find the zip at the back of her dress. "Sure," I crossed the room to meet her, taking her hands and pinning them to her sides. 

"Thanks," she sighed, standing still, "I’m sorry, we’re already running late-"

"No, we’re fine," I reassured her. I was taking her as the plus one to a friend’s wedding, since I was single and didn’t want every third cousin or judging uncle there to know it. I found the zip at the small of her back, and took it between my thumb and forefinger. I tried to avert my eyes from the slice of bare skin showing as I eased the zip up to the place between her darting shoulder blades. I rolled my palms over her shoulders and held her simply for a moment. She’d never know how beautiful the moment felt, how right it was to hold her in my arms. She’d never know how much I wanted it to be true when I lied to every guest at the reception later that day, telling them she was my girlfriend. She’d never know, and it killed me, slowly, every day. 

Louis - my hand slipped under the weight of fifteen shopping bags in either hand, my feet slick on the linoleum flooring of the mall. (Y/N) kept pace beside me, “do you think we should stop for a juice or something?” I grunted in reply. She was always doing this, and I hated it. 

"You hate this, don’t you?" She murmured beside me. I couldn’t look down and find eyes alive with guilt or some kind of worry. 

"No, I… I love it," I lied abysmally, cheeks growing the kind of red flush I was ashamed of. 

"Then why do you do it?" She faltered one or two steps beside me, and I didn’t answer. Because telling her the truth, saying something like ‘I love you’ seemed so far away, so out of reach, something that would never happen, no matter what. 

Zayn - I peered around anxiously, waiting for (Y/N) outside the cinema. She’d said 7, so I was expecting 7, but (Y/N) loved to be late.

When she finally came through the doors, I felt small. The sleeves of my leather jacket were constricting, sweat beads popping by the surface of my skin. When she found me and smiled as a result, I grew painfully conscious of my arms, and my legs, bow-legged and gangly. I raised a hand to my hair and pressed down, convinced I could change it somehow because I felt like it looked terrible. 

I felt like everything about me could never, and would never be good enough and yet, she hurried towards me, out of breath and beaming, like everything was all okay. “Hey, sorry I’m late… my car, couldn’t find a stupid park… and then this jerk in a Lexus… it was all…”

"It’s okay," I suddenly smiled at her, "(Y/N), it’s okay." Because she’d never know how I felt about her, she’d always just be a friend, but I was a part of her life, and she was a part of mine. And I swear, that was the most amazing thing I could ever imagine. 

Niall - I groaned out loud when the doorbell rang at three in the morning. Shuffling feet took me downstairs and to the front door, a weary hand opened it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw (Y/N) standing there. She’d been crying, broken lines of tears staining the face I’d been dreaming of. 

"He… he broke up with me…" she sobbed. 

"(Y/N)…" I took her in my arms. She fell against my chest, against a place I always saved for her, a place no one else could ever have. I cooed her, and soothed the back of her head. She curled fists into my skin like an infant. I hurried her inside, and into the living room. 

"Baby, it’s okay…" I whispered soothingly, softening the small of her back with my palm and hushing breath into her ear. I let myself think, for a second, that she was mine. That she was crying because she was happy, or so in love it hurt, like I was. "It’ll all be okay," I told her quietly, putting those thoughts aside like I always did, "it’ll all be okay."