One Direction Preferences

172-"I shouldn't love you"

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Louis: He sighs, raking his fingers through ragged hair. Flinching away slightly as you stare, watching in concern as he speaks. Usually you wouldn't care at all, tossing back an insult while he countered quickly. But now he looks so lost, so wrecked, so pained. And before you can ask, he'll let out a frustrated shout, "Damnit! I love you okay? I love you and I shouldn't love you. I'm supposed to hate you, what are you doing to me?" And everything is crashing in then, because there's a fine line between love and hate, and it's nearly indistinguishable until now.

Harry: A humorless laugh escapes his lips as you huddle closer to his body, shielding yourself from the cold winter air. "This is getting ridiculous," he declares, messing with his hair, but keeping an arm tight around you. "Falling in love with you was not the plan, you're my best friend and you're not really helping the fact that I really shouldn't love you." he sighs, hugging you tighter against him, actions speaking louder than words. Because maybe it's not what either of you had planned, but neither of you are sincerely trying to stop it.

Niall: "This kinda sucks," he'll mumble against your lips, the moment slowing down, the heat losing. But he won't stop the movement of his lips on yours, toying with your hair almost playfully, such a contrast to his mood only minutes before. "It really sucks you know? I really shouldn't be in love with you. I don't do this kinda thing babe, it's usually just a one time thing but you're different. You keep me coming back, it's kinda crazy," he'll chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before laughing slightly to himself, "or maybe I'm just crazy...for you"

Zayn: "This is too much for me, it's scary," he'll announce in a breathless chuckle, hands clutching yours from across you, but not moving any nearer, the tension is malleable but present. "I've never, loved someone this way, and it's really scary. I shouldn't....I shouldn't love you this much, it's so soon, so quick, but-" he'll begin, struggling for words, but you'll quiet him by wrapping your arms around his back, hooking your chin over his shoulder and reaching up to kiss his cheek. No words said, no doubts left in mind.

Liam: "This is wrong, this is so wrong," he'll growl, pressing his lips hungrily against the flesh of your neck, of your own lips. "I'm with someone you know," he says, and you laugh bitterly, as if you didn't know, "I definitely should not be falling in love with you." He's actions, his eyes, his lips even are betraying his words, his brain. And you'll roll your eyes, pressing yourself closer to him. "Honestly, who gives a damn about what's right, what do you want?" you'll murmur, feeling the heat in the room growing, the atmosphere rising as his mouth forms the word, "you