I KNOW I KNOW, I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER. I'VE JUST BEEN BUSY WORKING ON MY NIALL FAN FIC. SOWWWWYYYY :) AND YOU MUST READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM. OKAY? OKAY.
ps. some of these are stolen. ;)
Liam:
You’re chuckling with Liam, leaning back against him as you overlook the water. Being on a romantic cruise was just what you needed, a chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of London. He’s pointing out the dolphins below, gripping your waist as you lean over the edge to get a better look when the boat rocks. You’re sent forwards, stumbling over the railing as Liam grips you tighter. “I know Titanic is your favorite movie but on need to pull a Rose on me” Liam chuckles as you regain your balance. You slide against the wet deck, pulling Liam down with you and he smacks his head against the deck. You panic as a few attendants rush towards you, Liam struggling to regain his consciousness.
Harry:
" OH MY GOD HARRY!! SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. FOR GODS SAKE ALL YOU EVER DO IS COMPLAIN!" You were supposed to be having a nice night in with Harry but all he's been doing is complaining that he wants to go out. "Excuse me!!?" He asked while getting up."You've been acting like a little girl all night. 'Why cant we go out?' 'I'm bored.' 'Let's do something else.' MY GOD! SHUT UP!!!" You yelled at him."Y-You think I'm a little girl?" He said a bit calmer now. He seemed a little hurt by your remark."Harry thats not what I me-" "No it's all right. I get it, I'm irritating. I'm sorry I just wanted to go out and have a nice time with you. I'll just go to bed." He mumbled lowly. He went up stairs and you heard the bedroom door slowly close.You feel kinda bad now. All Harry was trying to do was take you out. You sighed and went into your bed room. "Harry?" You asked while opening the door. He was laying on the bed with his face burried into the matress. His long legs dangling off the bed. "What do you want?" He asked and it came out a bit muffled. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." You said as you sat on the bed and rubbed his back. He sat up hugged you. You never called him a little girl again.
Niall:
“What is this?” you question, scrolling through the Twitter feed. “You actually signed a marriage certificate” you scoff and Niall shrugs sheepishly. “I didn’t know…I just thought it was a piece of paper” he defends and you suddenly can’t stop the feeling of your boiling blood. “Are you really that fucking stupid Niall, I can’t believe this” you cry, running upstairs fully intent on locking yourself in the bedroom. Niall grips your wrist gently at the top of the stairs, stumbling backwards when you wrench away from his grasp. You gasp, reaching for him as he tumbles back down the stairs landing in a heap at the bottom. You rush to him, his eyes blinking up at you as he shakes himself awake and cradles his limp wrist against his chest.
Louis:
This isn’t your fault,” he says stroking your hair as you rest your head on his chest. Tears fall from your eyes as you lay beside him in the hospital bed. “Babe stop, it’s okay,” he says trying to console you. It’s not working though. It was so simple, you just wanted him to change one of the light bulbs over the staircase; something he had done plenty of times. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. He had fallen though; the ladder wasn’t secure and had slipped off of the runner on the stairs. The concussion he had sustained was quite serious, not to mention his broken leg and wrist. He was officially bound to the hospital bed, with multiple brain scans and test happening every hour, making sure he was alright. You hadn’t left his side in days and had been a total wreck since it happened. He pulls you in close and leans down to kiss your head. You wrap your arms tighter around his waist, not wanting to let him go, and never wanting anything like this to ever happen again.
Zayn:
You roll over and notice it’s 3:37 in the morning. You had been awoken by the shuffling coming from downstairs. Zayn wasn’t due home for a few more weeks so it couldn’t be him, and no one else has a key to your house. You slowly get out of bed and make your way downstairs with the baseball bat you keep under your bed for safety when he’s not around. You walk down the stairs, making sure to keep as quiet as possible. As you turn the corner to follow the shuffling, you come up behind a dark figure. You don’t think twice as you crack the bat across the back of the shadowed being. “Shit!” You hear as the figure falls to the ground. You run and turn the hallway light on. “What the fuck Zayn?” You shout running to his side. “What the fuck to you?” He chokes out. “Oh God, I’m sorry babe. What are you doing here?” You ask helping him up off of the ground and onto the living room couch. “I thought I’d come and see you, but I guess you don’t like that idea,” he says with a weak smile. You give him a kiss and go get some medicine and ice for his back.
A/N: OKAY. I'M LITERALLY READY TO CRY. I HAVE DECIDED THAT THIS WILL BE THE LAST PREFERENCE/ IMAGINE THAT I DO. I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS BOOK AND HATE TO SAY THAT IT'S OVER BUT, IT IS. THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY READERS, VOTERS, AND COMMENTERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SOOOO MUCH. I REALLY NEED TO FOCUS ON THE FAM FIC I'M CURRENTLY WRITING BUT, IF YOU LIKED THESE IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES I'M SURE YOU WOULD LIKE MY NIALL FAN FIC. YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT IF YOU WANT BUT, I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU GUYS. THIS ISN'T THE END THOUGH. I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE, JUST NOT ON THIS. WRITING A FAN FIC IS HARD SO I NEED TO PUT AS MUCH EFFORT INTO IT AS POSSIBLE. LOVE YOU GUYYYS. <3 XX
