One Direction Preferences

178-You're unusually quiet

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Louis: It's the way your eyes are fixed across the room, how you're not fidgeting, or moving closer to him like usual that makes him notice the quiet. And sometimes you are quiet, and most times he isn't, and that what makes things right, but when you're still is when he notices it's quieter than usual. "Everything alright?" he's murmuring, pushing himself towards you and brushing hair away from your face, "you can tell me if something's wrong, ya know, I'll always be here."

Harry: Everyday, you've been going out walking together, each morning, and there's always stories to tell, jokes to be amused by, complaints to be made. So when your fingers are loosely tucked into his, and the walk is silent, it worries him. And he stops as you keep walking, tugging you back with a hushed, "hey, what's on your mind?" And you're doing that thing where you shake your head because you don't know how to put it to words, so he's tucking you under his arm, "it's alright, you're okay"

Niall: And it's completely obvious that something's up, and when he calls your name and you don't hear, he's whining like a child. "Baby" he pouts, even more so when you finally look over from across the couch. And when he latches his fingers around your ankles, tugging you into his lap, you can't fight the smile that falls onto your lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "There's that pretty smile, now tell me, what's wrong with my favorite girl?"

Zayn: "Is there something bothering you, because I'll fix it" he's promising in a gentle voice, skimming his knuckles over your cheeks. And you're usually quiet, soft spoken, sweet, but it's different this time, in your demeanor, the way you responded to his touch that tells him something is wrong. "You're worrying be darling, you know when you're hurting, so I am, please tell me what's wrong. Anything to put that beautiful smile back on your face"

Liam: "Everything okay?" is all he says when he finally notices, with a concerned glance over at you. It's like something clicks in his mind, and he's panicking a bit because you're special, and he hates seeing you sad, but he tries to keep reserved, for your sake anyway. And it's hushed, soft and sweet as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a quiet kiss to each knuckle, before releasing it, only to press his now free hand to your cheek, pulling you in without another word said.