One Direction Preferences [Dirty & Clean]

You Get Hurt and He Takes Care of You

#1: You Get Hurt and He Takes Care of You

 

Harry:

“It’s no big deal, Harry,” you assured him. “Really…it’s not.” You heard your boyfriend sigh from the kitchen. “(y/n), you broke your leg and it was my fault.” You began to sit up on the couch. He was always doing this. “Stop it! Harry Edward Styles, you always think you’re the reason for every little bad thing that happens to me!”

He walked into the den, carrying a bowl of tomato soup. “If I hadn’t ignored that stop sign then you wouldn’t be wearing a cast on your leg for the next seven weeks, (y/n)!” You rolled your eyes, and after a minute you thought: True…he hadn’t been paying attention. But he took full responsibility for it and he was there for you every step of the way. Oh, Harry’s too sweet to hate!

Harry propped the pillow that you had supporting your lower back. You released a small groan and he carefully placed the bowl on your lap.

“Hazza!” you whined playfully.

“What?”

You gave him the puppy dog eyes. “You aren’t gonna feed me?”

That familiar smirk appeared on his face and he chuckled. “Of course I will (y/n).”

Zayn:

It seemed like another afternoon at the skate park. Zayn had actually been bugging you to get some sunlight after being cramped up in the apartment, addicted to your social media. “C’mon, (y/n), it’ll be fun! Let’s go!” And that’s how you wound up outside with your skateboard.

You and Zayn both took turns on the skate ramp and after just ten minutes he called it quits. “I win, Malik!” you teased. He sat down on the bench to catch his breath. “Who said this was a competition?” You stuck out your tongue. “I did…just now! Ha ha!”

For the next hour, you did kicks, flips and playfully circled around the bench just to aggravate him. “Na! Na! Na! Na!”

“It’s really hot out here,” Zayn said after a while. “Let’s go back home, (y/n).” You got off the ramp and kicked your skateboard into your hand. “Really? Awww, Zaynie!”

He laughed and scratched the back of his neck. “Don’t you miss your Twitter followers?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I am hungry, though. Can we get pizza?”

“Sure, babe.”

The both of you began to walk back home when an idea rang into your head. “Zayn, wait! I want to practice my grind real quick!” You turned back around and saw a railing with steps. “Watch me, Zayn! Ha ha!”

“Uh, (y/n), wait…”

It was too late. You had hopped up onto your board and were picking up speed. You got closer…and closer…and…

“AHHHH!” Thud! Smack!

“Oh my god! Babe!”

Instantly, Zayn was by your side. You hadn’t exactly fallen on your face, but your whole body was racked with pain. “Owww….Zayn…?”

He held you in his arms. “Wait, (y/n). Don’t try to stand up just yet.”

You winced in pain once again and asked your boyfriend how bad it was. “Nothing seems to be broken,” he whispered after examining your body.