One Direction Preferences

#112 Disaster date:

LIAM:

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He rubbed at the back of his neck as he handed you another towel. "Liam, it's ok." You laughed through chattering teeth as he shook his head with a frown in response. "I didn't think it would tip and I for sure didn't know you couldn't swim." He mumbled, frustrated at himself for not knowing that about you. He furrowed his brow in confusion, "Why didn't you tell me?" He began running his hands up and down your arms in attempt to warm you up. "I honestly don't know.." You shrugged flashing him a shy smile as he pulled you into a hug. "Well I'm just happy you're okay babe, and I'm sorry this date went to absolute shit." He spoke against your wet hair before kissing you gently on the top of your head.
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HARRY:

"You alright?" Harry asked, biting down on the corner of his lip as he looks down at you laying in the hospital bed. "Harry, I'm fine." You say, looking down at the bee sting on your forearm as he runs his hands through his hair, a nervous wreck. He sighed heavily, "All this because of a bee sting?" He asked worriedly confused. "Well I mean, I am allergic." You pointed out to him, him nodding in response. "But you couldn't breathe, I-I didn't know what was going on or what I could do- I just.." He began nervously rambling. "Sh-sh-Shh.." You interrupted him gently by grabbing his hand in yours. "Harold, you did what you could I'm ok now." You say soothingly. "Are they making you stay overnight?" He asked. "I mean I can stay with you if you do." He added before you could answer. "H-Harry, calm down. They'll let me leave in a few hours ok?" You try to assure him. "No more picnics, I swear if you don't die from a bee sting, I'll die from the stress of you being stung." He nervously laughed as you joined in, thinking his worry was adorable.
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NIALL:

"Guess this means we're never skating together anymore." Niall sighs, looking at your newly castes arm. "I don't get it though, you had it babe." He groaned, gently lifting your arm up in his hands as a frown appeared across his lips. "Yea, I thought I had it too." You said, shrugging with a chuckle. "Can't deny it was fun though." You laughed, causing his frown to ease a bit. He leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips, "It was, but I don't think we'll be doing it again anytime soon." He mumbled, resting his forehead against yours as you both let out another chuckle. "Ni, it was my fault. Remember? You fell trying to catch me." "Ah, I remember." You both began laughing at the memory.
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LOUIS:

He winced as the ball collided with your head until he ran over to where you were now laid out. "Jesus Christ, y/n I'm sorry." He choked out as he dropped down to his knees beside you and gently lifted your head up off of the grass. "Babe I thought you were gonna move, why'd you watch the ball come at your head?" He asked with wide eyes as you began blinking slowly with your gaze focused on him. "I was trying to do that move you just did, ya know where you hit it with your head." You admitted shyly making him involuntarily laugh. "Does your head hurt? I know the ball hit you hard." He said, stroking his thumb gently over the red mark on your forehead where the ball had hit you. "Nah, Im good." You said with a laugh, quickly sitting up and fixing your hair. "Lets keep playing." You said. "Er..no I think we're done for the day. How bout we go get lunch?" He offered.
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ZAYN:

"I swear I didn't mean to shoot you in the face.." He explained as you continued to whine in pain. "Y/n, I'm so..SO..sorry." He said softly, taking your face carefully in his hands as he examined the bruise forming on your cheek next to the yellow paint splat. "Why'd you have your face mask off anyway?" He asked, chewing on his upper lip nervously as he looked down into your glazed eyes. "I couldn't see, this little shit kept shooting me in the face so I took it off to wipe it off." You sniffled, bringing your hand up to the new bruise and wincing as you made contact with it. "I think we're done here for the day, yea?" He states as he scoops one of his arms under the backs of your knees, the other behind your back as he lifts you from the ground to carry you back to the car. "Lets get you home, clean your face and who knows maybe I'm feeling generous and we can watch that chick flick you've been bugging me about." He chuckles, looking down at you who's now smiling despite the pain.