One Direction Preferences

13- He has a nightmare about losing you

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Harry: You groaned in your sleep, eyes closed when you felt a sharp kick on your leg. "Stop it," you mumbled against your pillow, mind slipping back to dream when another thud made you open your eyes and squint them in the dark room. "Harry?" you whispered, looking to the pale boy next to you. He was trembling, legs kicking to everywhere when big tears rolled from under his eyelids, disappearing to the pillow. His small whimpers made your heart broke when you looked at him. He looked so small and terrified, tangled to the sheets, pink lips quivering. Even with his black tattoos what covered most of his upper body, he looked vulnerable. "Harry, honey, wake up," you pleaded, shaking him a little. His skin was clammy when you tried to wake him up from his nightmare. "No, no, stay with me, no," he whimpered back to you, not opening his eyes when he fought with air. You frowned, not knowing what to do when he didn't open his eyes. You gulped, turning the bedside table's lamp on, making you stir a bit. He was covered with sweat when he jumped, opening his eyes for the sudden light. "Y/N!" he yelled before noticing you next to him. His green eyes were wide, brows in worried scowl when he crushed you to his arms to a big bear hug. "Ssh, honey it was just a nightmare," you whispered to his chest, feeling his warm tears on your skin when he clutched you, not wanting to let go. "You died and I couldn't do anything. I tried and tried but you just fade away on my arms and..," Harry chocked to his words, sobs rocking through his body when you soothed him, hand running through his soft locks over and over again. "It was a nightmare, I'm fine, I'm here...We're okay, honey," you cooed, resting your lips on his skin when his sobs calmed down to deep breaths. His hands eased his death grip on you, getting you a good chance to switch positions. "Come here," you cooed, lying back to your bed, making him lay next to you, eyes big and red. "S-sorry kitten, I just don't k-know what I'd do without you," he hiccupped, making you smile gently. Cupping his cheek you gave him a sweet, long kiss before turning the lamp off, making him cuddle closer. "Go to sleep honey, I'm fine and I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt us, I promise."

Zayn: A loud yelp made your heart stop when you stirred in the dark room. The moon was full that night, giving you a hard time to sleep because of all the light peering through the curtains, but you were no exception. "Zayn, what's wrong, love?" you murmured against your pillow, feeling how he tossed and turned, probably still asleep. "Nothing boo, go back to sleep," he whispered silently, voice so weak and pained; you had to turn around to see him. His brown eyes were open when he stared to the ceiling, stubbly jaw tensed when he shook in the dim light. You sighed, cuddling closer to him in the warm bed. You frowned worried when you felt a sweat layer on his chest, between your head and his tattoos. "Did you have a nightmare?" you asked silently, lips brushing his chest while he trembled, hands locked around you, helding back tears. He hated when you to saw him cry, and you knew it. "It's okay if you're scared love, I'm here," you whispered, lifting your chin so it was tugged against his slowly raising chest. "Thank you boo," he mumbled, small tear escaping the corner of his brown eye. You caught it with your thumb, kissing the spot where the tear had been. "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked silently, seeing how much in pain he was. His brown eyes were full with sorrow when he shook his head, only clutching you harder. "Okay," you whispered back, reaching to kiss his plumb lips, wishing he'd feel better. He smiled gently, burrowing his head to your neck, leaving small kisses to your skin when his long finger draw pictures to your skin. He did it every time you needed to be soothed, but it apparently soothed him as well. You stayed in silent, cuddled up to each other. Your noses were nearly touching when you drifted to sleep, only to snap from your slumber to see his brown eyes watching at you lovingly. Finally with his lips planted on your forehead, he relaxed, watching your fight with slumber. "Boo, don't ever leave me," he whispered quietly to your hair, few tears dropping to your pillow, "I don't think I could handle it if you would. I love you so, so much."