LIAM: On a warm night in late spring, you, Liam, and the rest of the boys are relaxing around a fire in your backyard. Topics of conversation range from all sorts of things - mostly revolving around various stories that the boys are telling trying to embarrass each other. “[Y/N], when did Liam first tell you he loves you?” Louis questions out of the blue. “Um, about seven months into our relationship I guess. Why?” Liam groans from beside you, muttering, “No, not this story…” The boys burst into a fit of laughter. “It took him that long to man up and tell you?” Zayn inquires. “That’s not that long. We didn’t want to rush things too much,” you insist, causing the boys to laugh more. “What?” you inquire, now growing more curious. “Liam told us the day after your first date that you were The One. He was in love with you from the moment he laid eyes on you,” Harry spills. “Yeah, he didn’t stop talking about you once that whole day at rehearsals,” Niall adds on. “Honestly, it was a little sickening,” Louis finishes goodnaturedly, clapping Liam on the back. You turn to your boyfriend by your side. “Really?” is all you say in regards to what you’d just been told. “Yes really,” Liam answers with a sigh. “Aww,” you coo. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner then?” you wonder. “Because I didn’t want to scare you off,” Liam says through a laugh. “It was quite cute how excited he got when you texted him that day,” Zayn brings up. “Yeah, the way his face lit up was like you had just pooed out the sun,” Harry compares. “Classy, mate,” Niall comments. “Alright, so who’s ready for some toasted marshmallows?” Liam changes the subject, his cheeks just the slightest shade of pink. “I’ll go get them!” Niall volunteers immediately. Feeling very flattered by that bit of information you’d just received, you reach across your chair to take Liam’s hand in your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
ZAYN: “I hate when we fight,” you mutter sadly, leaning against Zayn’s side as you both sit on the couch after just arguing over something silly and unimportant. You’d both calmed down and apologized, but the tension is still heavy in the air as you try to talk through things. “I hate it too,” Zayn agrees. “Not as much as I do,” you insist, pulling away from him a bit. He scoffs. “Wanna bet?” he asks, pulling you back towards him. You recoil again, emitting a sigh from Zayn. “Fine. Be that way. But as much as you don’t want to believe it, I do hate it when we fight. Remember that first really big fight we had after we moved in together?” he inquires. “Yes,” you state bitterly, remembering the scene more clearly that you would have liked. “You left that night, remember?” “Of course I remember, Zayn.” “That broke my heart,” he admits glumly. “I felt like you had given up or something. I mean, I knew you hadn’t. I knew you just needed a break and would be back eventually. But it still hurt that you actually left instead of just going into another room.” “What’s your point, Zayn?” you interject quietly. “My point is that after you left that night, I cried because I felt so miserable. I felt like I was slowly losing you.” “You did not,” you accuse. “I did!” he insists. “[Y/N], you left. You gave up - even if it was only for the night - in that moment, you gave up on us. And I didn’t know what to do to fix it.” “Why do we still fight so much then?” is all you say in response. “I don’t know.” “I’m sorry I walked out that night,” you apologize as you let the story sink in. “I know you are,” he replies, bringing you in close once more and entangling his fingers in your hair. “I love you,” you remind him. “I love you too, [Y/N]. I really, really do.”
NIALL: “Sorry,” you mutter sheepishly as you enter the house to find Niall sitting on the couch. He chuckles, patting the seat next to him, inviting you to sit down. When you do, he plucks his hat from your head. “What did I tell you?” he asks through a warm grin. “You said not to wear your snapbacks,” you reply mechanically. It’s a playful conversation you’ve had thousands of times. But you like wearing his hats, and you’d thought you could get away with it today because he was supposed to be off with his friends all day. “But it was raining and you weren’t supposed to be here,” you whine. “There are several things very wrong with that statement. First of all, if it’s raining, that’s all the more reason not to wear them. Second of all, you know we always cancel on golf when it rains.” You scrunch up your face and stick your tongue out at him, not appreciating his logic. He laughs, placing the cap back on your head. “You suck,” you pout as you snuggle up to him on the couch. “And you’re a dirty rotten theif,” he jabs, bringing a smile to your lips. “Sometimes I think you love these hats more than you love me,” you joke. “I do, in fact,” he teases. The following morning, you wake to a hat and a note left on Niall’s pillow. “Wear this today. I love how cute you look in it. Love you. See you after the studio xx -N” is what the note reads. You smirk to yourself triumphantly. “And the truth comes out,” you muse, placing the hat on your head, reveling in the fact that after all this time of riding you for snatching his hats, he secretly loved it all along.
HARRY: You’re mindlessly checking Twitter, practically stalking the boys’ pages in an attempt to find out what they’ve been up to. They are away on tour, making it difficult to get to talk to Harry. It’s been three days since you last had a proper conversation with your boyfriend, so you’ve turned to Twitter to get any clue as to what’s been going on in his life. Things seem pretty quiet, nothing more than the usual “great show tonight” type of tweets from them. It’s not until you land on Liam’s page that a particular tweet catches your attention. “@Harry_Styles trying to take a nap” is all the tweet says, so you click on the accompanying link, knowing someone must have been doing something funny. The picture loads to reveal a picture of Harry sprawled out on a bed and Louis belly-flopped on top of him. It takes you a moment before you recognize your t-shirt stuffed around a pillow that’s wrapped in Harry’s arms. You giggle and punch out a quick tweet. “@Real_Liam_Payne @Harry_Styles So that’s where my t-shirt went! I’ve been going nuts looking for that Harry xx” Liam is the first to reply, saying, “@yourtwittername @Harry_Styles He likes to pretend the pillow is you when he’s sleeping. He says it helps him sleep when he misses you haha” You smile to yourself when you read this message. As you start to type out another tweet, one from Harry comes through. “@Real_Liam_Payne @yourtwittername It’s only because I love you so much babe ;) x” You laugh, replying, “@Harry_Styles @Real_Liam_Payne You’re lucky I love you because that’s my favorite shirt!! Xx” “@yourtwittername @Real_Liam_Payne I know, that’s why I took it x” comes his response a little while later. “Well then in that case, I guess I can forgive you. Love you! Xx” you send back. Before Harry has a chance to reply, Liam does. “@yourtwittername @Harry_Styles Can you both stop mentioning me in all of these tweets? I’m starting to feel a bit dirty! Haha” You roll your eyes goodnaturedly at this, pleased to know that Harry does such mushy things in your absence.
LOUIS: You’d arranged with the boys to surprise Louis while he’s away on tour. You meet Zayn around the back of the hotel. He lets you in, leading you up to the room he and Louis are sharing. You sneak in, ready to leap into his arms, but he’s not there. You can hear him muttering something over the sounds of the running shower in the bathroom. “He’s been doing this all tour,” Zayn mentions, nodding his head in the direction of the bathroom door. “He ‘talks’ to you whenever he thinks no one can hear him,” he explains. “Seriously?” you question, placing your suitcase in the corner of the room. “Yeah, I’ve caught him staring at two shirts and asking you which one he should wear. He’s asked what you wanted to do on his days off. One time Harry even caught him replying to himself,” Zayn tells you, finishing on a laugh. “That all sounds a bit insane if you ask me,” you tell your friend. “Maybe we should get him evaluated,” you joke and Zayn nods in agreement. Sometime later, once the water has finally turned off and Louis has emerged from the bathroom, you jump up and exclaim, “Finally! I’ve been dying to see you!” You quickly approach him and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. Louis is mildly confused as he hugs you back. “Is she really here or have I officially lost my mind?” Louis asks Zayn in all seriousness. Both you and Zayn burst out in laughter as you bat at Louis’ chest. “She’s really here, mate,” Zayn confirms. He shakes his head at Louis, still laughing as he leaves the room to give you two some privacy. “So you like to pretend I’m around here sometimes, huh?” you tease, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Shut up,” he tells you through a laugh, pulling you in for a kiss.
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One direction imagines and prefences (request open)
FanfictionA bunch of preferences and imagines about One Direction. Some I wrote and found on tumbler request are open
