One Direction Preferences Part 2

You have a nightmare

You have a nightmare

Louis: You wake up, sweating, breatching fast and with a feeling of dread in your stomach - you had no idea what you'd dreamed about, but you knew it had been horrible. Louis looks down at you sympathetically, "Bad dream babe?", you nod, "I, ah, I think so,". "Are you ok?" he strokes your hair, "You were shouting and stuff, I couldn't get you to wake up,". You blush, but your pretty sure he can't see it because it's dark, "I'm sorry for waking you up, i'm going to go make a drink,", you slide out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you make your way to the kitchen. You flick the switch on the kettle, and over your shoulder you notice that Louis had followed you, "Louis, go back to sleep, you're up in a couple of hours for an interview with the boys,". He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, "Come back to bed love,". You shake your head, "I don't think i'd be able to get back to sleep," you still felt very shook up. "Alright," he smiles, "You make me a cuppa and i'll go pick a DVD for us to watch, a funny one yeah?". You frown as he makes his way over to your DVD collection. "Lou, the interview,". "Pish posh," he snorts, "Making sure you smile is more important,".

Liam: You wake up feeling completely heartbroken. You raise your hand to your cheeks, they were already wet, you must've been crying in your sleep. "Babe, are you awake?" a sleepy Liam next to you mumbles. You throw your arms around him and hug him tightly, "Oh my god Liam!" you break down in tears. He hugs you back just as tightly, sitting both of you up on the bed. "Whats wrong love?" he asks worriedly. "Oh my god, you were dead. You died," you sob. He rubs your back, trying to calm you down, "Shh," he soothes, "It was only a dream. Not real. Look, i'm right here, i'm fine. Shh,". After a while you cal down, feathering light kisses on his shoulder, "It felt so real, i'm so sorry," you blush, "I'm sorry. I bet you think i'm a right idiot for even dreaming something like that, not to mention overreacting,". Both of you lie back down and you snuggle into his side while he strokes your hair, "Not at all. I've had a dream like that before about you, and it's not nice," he kisses you head, "I love you (Y/N),".

Niall: You sit on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, rubbing your eyes. It had been a bizarre dream, a horrible dream. You and Niall had been running away from all these zombie clowns, and then all of a sudden Niall turned on you, blaming you for what was happening - and then he'd pushed you out of a window. "Babe," Niall groaned, reaching out to feel where you should have been lying, "Where are you?". "Here," you fake smile as you smile back next to him, but he see's straight through it. "Whats up?" he asks, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. You shrug, "Bad dream,". "Want to tell me about it?" he watches you, waking up a bit more. You explain what happened in the dream, and you watch as his eyes widen, specially as you get towards the end. He pulls you close to him, and you nuzzle your face into his neck, his scent calming you. "I would never ever push you out of a window," he promises, "I wouldn't even shout at you like that, never mind actually hurt you. You know that right?". You laugh a little, tilting your head up a little to give him a kiss, "Of course I know you wouldn't. Your my harmless penguin,".

Zayn: You sit up straight. You have that horrible feeling in your stomach you get when you trip over in your dream and it jolts you awake. Zayn pushes up onto his elbows and groans, your sudden movement had obviously woken him up. He mumbles something unintelligible and strokes your back comfortingly. "Sorry babe, bad dream," you mumble, lying back down. You'd dreamt you were being chased through a dark forest when you'd tripped over some of the tree roots. Zayn mumbles something again and you shake your head, "I'm fine love, go back to sleep yeah,". He groans again, this time wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach, and he's asleep again in seconds. You brush your hands through his hair with a small smile on your face - Zayn was useless when he'd just woken up, it was definitely a good job you'd learnt how to interpret him.

Harry: You couldn't get back to sleep. You'd woken up at some ridiculous time in the morning because of a nightmare, and every time you closed your eyes to sleep you were straight back into the bad dream. As a result, you'd been tossing and turning, sleep not able to take over. You feel two muscular arms wrap around your waist, pressing your back to Harry's front as he mumbles sleepily, "Are you going to go to sleep anytime soon? Instead of just rolling around,". You turn around in Harry's arms to face him, "I can't get to sleep," you sigh. "Why?" he asks, eyes still closed. "Had a bad dream," you mumble quietly, "I could stop on the settee tonight? I know you have a bust day tomorrow.. well today but-". You cut off as Harry's green eyes flash open, "No, you're staying here," he smirks, "I'll sing you to sleep,". You roll your eyes, "Harry, you don't have to-" but he'd already started. You snuggle into his chest as he sings softly in your ear - you were asleep with peaceful dreams in no time.