One Direction Preferences (Clean and Dirty)

He realizes he's in love with you

Harry: It’s early, extremely early, in the morning. The sky is still pitch black outside and the only people awake are those working the late shift. Harry’s wide-awake though, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom in his childhood home. The room is exactly as he left it, if not a little cleaner but mostly the same. The bed shifts as you turn onto your back and Harry turns his head to glance at you. Your face has been scrubbed free of the makeup you’d worn earlier and your hair was a mess of messy curls obscuring a majority of your face but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Suddenly, you snorted before slapping your hand to your face to push your hair from your nose and mouth. Harry sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed to stand and stretch before turning to glance at you again. Your mouth was open, droll sliding down your chin with a weird gurgling sound coming from your lips as you slept. Harry smiled before he kneeled on the bed, finger reaching out to wipe the droll from your chin with a smile. You curled into his touch, fingers reaching out to wrap around his wrist and pull him to you, all the while fast asleep without a clue as to what you were doing. His chest constricted and his stomach flopped while leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and he knew. “I love you” he whispered for the first time softly, smiling when you curled into his chest and sighed softly. Yeah, he was totally in love with you.

Liam: “Wake up” Liam said quietly, shaking you softly until your eyes blinked open. “If we’re going to get to the park early, you need to start getting ready” he added, chuckling as you shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom. “I’ll be here then” he called out, leaning back on the bed. “Come on, lets go” you shouted, bouncing up and down as Liam pulled the backpack on his back. He shook his head with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you lead him from the hotel room down to the trolley station. “I’ve never been this excited for something before in my life” you told him, tugging on his hand when Disneyland opened. He followed behind you throughout the park, riding anything you wanted and buying anything you wanted. “This one, Liam… this one” you told him, tugging on his hand to wait in the line for the Peter Pan line. “I don’t understand how this is your favorite ride” Liam chuckled, pulling you into his chest as you smiled up at him. He pressed a kiss to your temple, leaning back as you looked up at him. “Because, Peter Pan is the best!” you exclaimed, turning back around as he started to rub your shoulders. Pressing a kiss to the back of your head, Liam realized that for the first time there was no place else he’d rather be than standing in line to ride your favorite ride. He didn’t care what the weather was or how many people were staring at him as long as he got to see the smile on your face. And it was on that day, standing in the sweltering heat of Florida that Liam realized for the first time that he was in love with you.

Niall: Niall was sitting on the couch when you stumbled into the apartment. He looked up from the TV to see you wobbling on your high heals, trying to find the wall to steady yourself. “Who hide the wall?” you demanded drunkenly, reaching out to pat the air and Niall chuckled. “Hear love, let’s take a seat” he said, reaching for your elbow but you pulled away and staggered backwards. “Hey, I found it! Niall…. NIALL I FOUND THE WALL” you shouted, giggling as you slid down to the floor. “Hey, I found the floor too!” you gasped, patting the hardwood floor happily before lifting a foot in the air. “Take my shoes off” you pouted, watching as your blonde haired boyfriend leaned down to slip your heals off. “You have to leave them here or I won’t find them in the morning” you whispered loudly, rolling over onto your hands and knees to start crawling down the hall. “Hey, lets stand up babe” Niall said, bending down only to have you slap his hands away. “Hey, no touching mister! My boyfriend will be very mad if you touch me. He’s famous and he’s Irish and he’s super duper hot and… and I don’t know what else” you stammered, waving your hands around as you stumbled to your feet only to crash into the wall. “Hey, do you know him? You’re Irish too and blonde and hot… but shush, don’t tell Nia… Nial, I can’t say his name right now” you giggled, flinging your arms around Niall’s neck. “I’m tired” you murmured, going limp in his arms and Niall chuckled. He picked you up and carried you back to your bedroom to set you down in your still unmade bed. “I think I’m gonna be sick” you murmured tiredly, rolling over off the bed before rushing into the bathroom. Pulling your hair back, Niall tied it away from your face and rubbed your back as you threw up in the toilet. “I’m sorry” you mumbled, leaning your head against the side of the toilet as he flushed the toilet and cleaned up your face. “No place else I’d rather be baby” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your temple and he realizes he’s never spoke truer words. “I’ll take care of you baby” he promised, helping you back into bed and pushed your hair away as you passed out again. “I love you” he said quietly for the first time, waiting for the morning when he could say them again.

Louis: “So Louis,” Ryan beings, turning his attention now to your boyfriend. “You’ve been with (y/n) for a few months now, how is that going?” A smile spreads across his face at the mention of your name and he beings his answer. “Things are going great. She’s so supportive of me and the lads.” Your face gets warm as you sit outside of the radio studio, listening to him gush about you. “She always seems to be around though. Does that ever pose a problem?” Ryan asks. Louis looks around at the other lads as they shake their heads, “I don’t think so. When she’s around she’s usually taking care of us all in some way. She’s great.” Paul nudges you and you blush even more. “Does that mean you think she’s going to stick around for a while?” Ryan inquires. Louis nods his head revealing the answer before even speaking, “Yeah, definitely. I want her around for a long time. I love her.” “Awwwe!” The rest of the boys coo. Your eyes are wide in shock. This was the first time you had heard those words come from his mouth and you certainly weren’t expecting it to happen today. You walk over to the window and peer into the studio, a bright smile across your face once Louis notices you’re there. “Let me guess,” Ryan starts, “that’s the first time you’ve said that.” Louis nods his head, still focusing on you and Ryan chuckles. “Well good to know. We’re all very glad you are so happy.” “Yeah, I’m very happy,” he says, concentrating on your eyes on the other side of the studio window. You smile brightens, and the butterflies in your stomach continue to go wild.

Zayn: “Alright, c’mon,” you say, picking your little sister up out of the highchair, as she starts to cry. “Shhhh, you’re fine,” you assure her, pulling her in closely. “Does she always cry like this?” Zayn asks from the other end of the kitchen table. “Yeah. She’s just really attached to mom,” you answer, bouncing her to try and comfort her. The two of you walk into the living room and you sit in the rocking chair to see if she will go to sleep. With no such success you get up and walk with her around the room, resting her head against your shoulder to see if she will lie down. She continues to cry and  you can tell Zayn is getting nervous. “She’s fine,” you assure him as she continues to scream in your ear. “Shhhhhh,” you coo, continuing to rock her as you pace the floor. After about fifteen minutes of rocking and cooing she settles down enough for you to sit down. Zayn smiles as you cradle her in your arms and continue to rock in the chair. “I love you,” he says softly. You turn to him abruptly. “What did you just say?” You ask, unsure if you had heard what you thought you did. “I love you,” he repeats, a smile still stretched across his face. Your excited smile lets him know he was right in telling you. You blush uncontrollably as a tear forms in the corner of your eye. He gets up and wipes it away, leaving a small kiss on your lips to let you know that he really did mean it.

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