One Direction Preferences

154-Letting Yourself Fall

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Louis: You were hesitant, of course. But so was he, so it was mutual, the agreement to let go and just love. "I know you're scared," his words on murmured and unsure but his fingers are in your hair and his chest is warm, "and I am too, but maybe we just have to let it happen ya know. Because I love you, I do. And I want you to feel the same, and not be afraid of me." he chides, the sentences cooed and sweet in your ears. And so hell, there's no saying no because he's warm and everything is hazy when you're with him, warm and sweet and slow, and it's really really nice.

Harry: "I don't know why you're so...afraid." he mumbles breathlessly, chuckling slightly, "I mean look at me, I'm just a giant tosser!" You giggle at that, because there's the Harry that you might just love. All flushed cheeks and long limbs and mumbled words with idiotic jokes. "I love you," is all he says next, and it's really all he needs to say. Because you love him just the same; you know it and he knows it too. And when his lips are on yours, they're slow and hot and everything is just Harry and it's good, really good. And you fall into his arms.

Niall: "Okay," he mumbles, holding your shaking shoulders under his arm, pressing languid and sleepy kisses to your temple and cheeks, wiping away stray tears. He doesn't really know what to say, and he fucking hates it because he's helpless and you're hurting and crying and just sad and he can't do anything about it but sit there like an idiot. So he holds you tighter, hushing you gently when little sobs escape your mouth, "it's okay, it's okay," he's whispering desperately. And when your cries finally quiet, you realize that, yeah, it is okay.

Zayn: He's quiet, and so are you for once. The only sounds between you are gentle breathing and the light sound of lips pressing to soft skin. His lips are at your ear, your cheeks, your neck, your lips too, and he's just so sure, so kind. No words are shared in the dark, but thoughts are, in kisses and touches and breaths. His breathy chuckle fills your mind when he sees the blush on your cheeks, the way your hands shake as he kisses your jaw, and he knows then that he loves you, and he can only hope you do too. And you do.

Liam: He rubs at his tired eyes, eyeing you from across the room, your eyes peering up at him through thick tear-slick eyelashes. He chuckles humourlessly, "There are times I'm this close to giving up on us, you know" he states honestly. And you nod, because you do know, you're familiar with it, close friends with it even; being given up on. But he continues moving towards you with sure steps, "but, hell, then I look at you and I hear your laugh and see you smile and when you say my name or when you look up at me like that, I just- I can't. Because I love you. I really really do and I want you to love me too.