One Direction Preferences

10) He comforts you

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Liam: A small sob left your mouth, disappearing to Liam’s shirt when he cuddled you. His strong, tattooed arms were around your waist, his big thumbs drawing circles to your skin. “Ssh, babe, it’s okay,” he murmured to your hair, kissing the top of your head when he cradled you closer, letting you cry against his chest. His brown eyes were halfway closed when he tried to control his own tears, not wanting to make you even more upset than you already were. “N-no it’s not, she’s not coming back,” you cried, warm tears rolling down your cheeks when you looked up, making Liam kiss them away. His eyes were sad and red when he sighed, kissing your forehead when he tried to rock you back and forth in your warm bed. The bed sheets were shattered around you, warming your chilly feet while you were curled up against him, his inked arms holding you on your place. You could feel his heart beats while you sobbed, making him bite his tongue so he wouldn’t cry too. “She’s okay now, she’s safe and comfort, she’s not hurting anymore,” he cooed silently, whipping away your tears with his thumb. His jaw was clenched when he pulled the covers over you two, kissing your lips once again, knowing that it always calmed you down a bit. “B-but she’s dead, Liam,” you whispered, holding back a sniff when you looked at him, feeling how you broke inside. She was gone and was never coming back. “I know darling. I know, but she’s not hurting anymore. She’s okay. She’s somewhere where everything is so beautiful. As beautiful as you,” he sang quietly, resting his forehead against yours. His brown eyes were calming when he stroked your neck with his fingers, making your lips tremble. “Liam don’t you dare ever die, okay, ever,” you whispered, looking at him with serious eyes. It was something you wouldn’t get away with comforting. Liam opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, seeing how tears clouded your eyes once again, making his heart sink. “I’m not going anywhere babe, I’m right here. I’m never leaving you. I promise.”

Harry: His big hands stroked your sweaty back gently, lip tugged between his teeth. His sea green eyes were restless when he kissed your forehead, moving a piece of hair out of your face. His sweet words were mixed to your whimpering when he sat next to you, trying his best to help you. “You’re doing so great kitten, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled to your ear, feeling how his heart broke on the sight of you. He couldn’t help you in any way and it was killing him. “I love you so much, you’re so brave love,” he whispered again when you wailed loudly, gripping his hands when he cradled you as best as he could. His own hands were sweating, eyes watering when he kissed your knuckles, wishing that he could take away the pain. “Harry it hurts so bad,” you cried, pressing your head to his chest, letting out almost animal sounding growl, making his teeth grit. “I can see that kitten, and I’m so sorry,” he sighed, running his tattooed hand over his curls in frustration. His knees were popping when he tried to calm himself down so you wouldn’t panic, but there was nothing he could hold in to. “Harry please, talk to me, I’m losing my mind,” you whispered teary eyed, gritting your teeth when he raised his head to look at you. His eyes were full of sorrow, anticipation and excitement when he gave you a sad smile, kissing the sweet spot next to your ear. His hand found your lower back when he hummed, rubbing your tense muscles with his strong hands, “Sorry love. It’s okay, I’m here. It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. It’s over soon and then we’ll have our little girl with us. Think about that kitten. She’s going to be so beautiful and she’s almost here. I can’t wait until she’s on our arms and we can finally give her the unconditional love she deserves. Just breathe love, she’s here soon. You’re doing it so good, she’s almost here…”

Louis: His sweaty hand was trembling when he smiled at you, small sparkle in his eyes. His lips were forced to a smile when he looked at your small figure curled up to a hospital bed, gown covering your body. “I hope they took more than internet class for this,” he joked, forcing a chuckle out between his gritted teeth when you smiled, trying to keep your tears out of your face. He knew how close to tears you were, he could see them in your eyes, but everything in him yelled that he should make you smile and laugh. It was his job to keep you happy and safe, but he was feeling like he was failing. “Well yeah, I hope so too. They’re hopefully cutting my appendicitis, not my liver or kidneys,” you joked, voice light and trembling. His hand squeezed yours when he chuckled forcefully, blue eyes full of worry. His knee was shaking when he chewed his pink lip, eyes staring at you like you would disappear any time now. “Lou,” you whispered, feeling how his worrying made your heart broke. You were terrified and it didn’t help that he was scared as well, “I’m scared.” His head snapped up, brown hair messy when he took a sharp breath, pressing your hand to his lips. “It’s going to be just fine love, no need to worry, I promise,” he reassured, drying your spilled tears to his soft palm. His lips found your hairline when he pressed sweet kisses to it, whispering sweet words to only yours to hear. “And I’ll be here, waiting the whole time. I’ll sit right here when you wake up, kissing your hand and inventing possibly quite horrible jokes to tell to you when you wake up,” he said with small smirk, kissing the top of your nose when his cold fingertips stroked your neck soothingly. You chuckled, tears rolling down to the pillow when he kissed you once again, lips captured to yours when he smiled, stroking your hair with his gentle fingers, “I’m not letting you go yet babe, It’s gonna go great and you’ll be as good as new, and then I’ll marry you.”

Zayn: “Ssh,” he mumbled, kissing your hair when he rocked you back and forth in his dark apartment. His hands were wrapped around you protectively, dark brown eyes focused on you when you wailed against his snake tank top. “You’re so much better than him, boo, I know it. It’s better this way..,” he whispered quietly against your hair, feeling how you trembled on his strong arms. You had emerged to his doorstep, teary and broken and he had held you for hours, letting his best friend cry to his shoulder. “No one’s going to want me,” you cried, feeling like your heart was just ripped to pieces. He had been the only boy ever interested about you and now he had broken up with you, making you sob on your best friends arms. Zayn raised his eyebrows, holding you a bit tighter when he chuckled, unable to keep it inside, “You’re crazy boo, of course someone wants you. Who wouldn’t, huh?” He could feel his own heart breaking when you shook your head, eyelashes full of wet tears. He had loved you for ages and tried to show it to you. His heart was full of pain when he thought how unloved you still felt. He wanted to fix you, and give you all the love you could possibly need. You snorted through your tears, gripping his shirt with your hands. He was so close but you wanted closer. You wanted to feel him everywhere. He was the glue what kept you together. “That’s bullshit Zayn, no one wants me,” you blurted out, feeling how sob trembled your body, making you clutch to his muscly, tattooed arms. “I do,” he whispered, stroking your hair with his hand, feeling the softness under it, never wanting to let go of you. He wanted to keep you safe and on his arms. He wanted to shield you from every heart break and kiss you until you’d smile again, “I want you boo, and I love you. More than he ever did and ever will. I love you and I promise never make you feel like this, ever again.”

Niall: His calloused fingertips ran down your spine when you nuzzled closer to him, head resting on his chest. Your bed was warm around you for the last time for months and it was breaking you slowly. “I don’t want to let you go,” you whispered almost soundlessly, making his warm fingertips stop for a while. He held his breath when you turned to look up for his deep blue eyes what were normally full of happiness and laughter. “I don’t want to let ye go either,” he mumbled, sorrow clouding his eyes. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you firmily against his chest, kissing your neck with his warm, chipped lips. He was so close you could feel his body’s heat and count every hair he had. His legs were tangled around yours, fingers stroking your bare skin when he buried himself to you, making your heart ache. “I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered against his chest, letting few warm tears escape your eyes and land to his pale skin. His lips stopped kissing when he pulled away with concerned look, “Oi darlin’ don’t cry. It’s alright, It’s gona go quicker than ye think.” His eyes were sad when he leaned to rest his forehead against yours, small sad smile on his face. “Ye’re gona be okay. I’ll call ye every mornin’ and every night, I promise. Ye’re not gettin’ rid of me, darlin’,” he joked, eyes reddening with tears when he held you, chin trembling a little. You nodded, pressing a kiss to his chin dimple, feeling how his heart was beating under yours. “Pinky promise?” you whispered smirking, feeling how his smile grew to a grin you loved. “Pinky promise darlin’,” he chuckled, pressing his big pinky against your small one. “I love ye, don’t forget that, it’s important darlin’, and I’m always comin’ home for you. Always.”