One Direction Imagines and Preferences

He hears you play

Harry: You’ve been bored all day, just sitting around at home sick out of your mind. You had a cold, and kept sneezing all over the place. Going to get some cereal…SNEEZE! Right into the bowl. Going to read a book…SNEEZE! Right at the best part. Harry was going to be home from the studio in about an hour. You were so fed up with your own sneezing that you were just going to give up and watch a movie, but then you got an idea. You ran upstairs, got your guitar out from under your bed, and starting strumming a bit. It started coming back to you, each little note you’d memorized as a kid. Not five minutes later, the front door creaks open. “Babe? I’m home,” Harry says in a hushed voice. He knew you were sick, and was worried that loud noise would worsen it. But to your own surprise, you yelled back “In here Harry!” He came up the stairs, stepping off the last step before cracking a big smile. “You play?” You nodded, and Harry sat down on the floor across from you, kicking off his shoes. “I never knew that.” “Been playing since I was eight,” you reply, feeling suddenly shy as you stared down at the string. Harry crawled up, giving you a quick kiss right on the lips, before pulling back and smiling. You suddenly perked up, realizing what state you were in, and your face changed to stunned. “Harry, I’m sick! You’ve just been exposed!” you yelped. Harry just smiled, sitting down next to you. “You think you could help me with something?” “What, getting you horribly ill?” you asked him. He gave you a little grin before pulling out a piece of paper. It’s one of those yellow notepad papers, with a bunch of words and cross-outs and doodles on it. “You think…maybe…you could help me write a song?”

Niall: The boys had been rehearsing nonstop for the past few days, and the whole “going to work every single day thing” was boring you to death. You barely ever saw Niall, and even when you did, he was asleep. So you decided to take the say off and go with Niall to the studio that morning…at 7 am. “It feels so early,” you whined as you and Niall walked hand and hand down the long hallway of the studio. Niall chuckled. “I do this every morning princess.” “Yeah yeah you’re superhuman,” you groaned. Niall just laughed and lead you into the recording room, where you took a seat on a little couch parallel to the big window. He and the boys went into the sound box, but after a while you got bored. Niall singing was always amazing to you, but as they kept making him sing the same thing over and over…you were dying. So you went to the bathroom just to snoop around a bit. You find another recording room, empty, with a little sticky note on the door. “5 Seconds of Summer – sound check”. You went in, and found no one there, so you decided to have a little fun. You went into the sound box, and sat down. Beat after beat began flowing out of your hands and into the drumsticks. You just kept going with it, reveling in those many hours you spent with your big brother playing on his drum set when you were little. You weren’t very tired anymore. Before long, you finished off with a big slam of a solo, to find a few claps of applause. You look up from your hands to find Niall and the boys standing there, Niall smiling and cheering proudly.

Liam: You’d spent almost a week with the boys in tour, and already, you were positively knackered. Where We Are would have many more weeks, and for that you were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up. But Liam assured you all would be fine, and that it would be even better that you were with him. You just sat in yours and Liam’s shared bunk, while the boys began their chorus of snoring. Liam was knocked out, as was everyone else, but you couldn’t sleep. Something about a quiet, dark bus parked outside of the arena was eating at you. It was scary, even with Liam at your side. So you climbed out of bed, quiet as you could, and went outside. The bus was parked in the middle of nowhere, but there were other busses and trailers around, so you weren’t really alone. Still, it was dark, and quiet, and you didn’t like it. So you decided to play. You went around the bus barefoot and opened the latch that held a compartment where they put the band’s equipment. And you found Calum’s bass. So you took it out, and dragged the twenty pound amp across the lot towards the building, where a row of electrical plugs waited. You plugged the amp in and sat down next to it before begging to strum the bass lines from ‘Sex Tape’ by Deftones. You were really trying to get it just right when a voice called you out. “Y/N?” You snapped your head up from your lap to find Liam standing a few feet away, head cocked to the side with curiosity. “Is that Calum’s?” “I wasn’t tired,” you deflected. Liam shook his head and sat down next to you. “Can I hear a tune?”

Zayn: Zayn was on tour. And the house was almost always empty. The phone calls and texts were good. The Skype calls were better. But nothing was ‘the best’ anymore. You missed him too much. You couldn’t really focus on anything else, at work or at home, because you missed him. He wasn’t gone  forever, but it felt like an eternity already. You wanted to see him, so bad, but the boys were already on the American leg of their tour. You couldn’t fly all the way out, disrupting Zayn while he’s “in the zone” of touring, just to say you missed him. So you started creating the only thing you could think of that you could actually complete. A piano piece. He knew you could play, but just little songs. What he didn’t know, was that you grew up constantly playing piano. You played all day one day, calling in sick from work, just to have a day. You used his picture, his voice mails, and everything Zayn you could think of as you played. You wanted to create something, something that wasn’t for him. You wanted to make something that was him. That represented him, and the feeling you felt when you looked at his face. You were nervous, nervous being the easy word, when it was complete. It had scribbles on it and a few doodles for when you hit a block. It was July now, and Zayn was taking a break. Coming home. You’d just finished sorting out the kitchen, the last place in the house that was a mess, when the sounds of suitcase wheels hitting the hardwood floor chimes through the house. “Baby! I’m back!” Zayn shouted. You rounded and corner, amazed to see your boyfriend was still a real person, and ran to hug him. He took a moment, just to look at you, before kissing you so deeply you thought you’d never stop. You didn’t want to stop, ever, but you wanted to show him what youve worked on. You closed the front door and ran past him to the living room, where the giant white grand piano was, and Zayn followed you without a word.

Louis: It was a big, big day. Louis sister was getting married, and you both were so excited. Lottie was so nervous; when you watched her coming down the aisle you could see the flowers in her hands shivering. You smiled sympathetically, knowing everything would be fine. But it wasn’t. It was amazing! Everything was perfect, right down to the cake being shoved in Lottie’s face. She was so happy with the day, with the wedding, with everything, that she didn’t even mind. The reception was wonderful; you’d spent most of the time getting to know Louis’ family better. You two had dated for almost a year now, yet you hadn’t met the bigger portion of his family. As you spoke with Johanna and Georgie about the wedding, Lottie came up to you to give you a hug. “You have been one of my most supportive brides maids!” she chirped. You smiled. “Lottie, you’re like a sister to me. I can’t imagine being anything but supportive.” She hugged you a little too tight, tears pricking your eyes. It was such an emotional day; you looked over to Louis, who was smiling with such pride. Pride he had in both his now wedded sister, and in his beautiful girlfriend. You knew it was hard for Louis’ family when Eleanor and him split up because of differences. So for them to be so welcoming to you now was a dream. The band began playing for Lottie and her husband’s first dance. Louis wrapped his arms around you from behind and swayed you left to right. “I can’t believe I have to let my little sister go,” he said in his shocked voice. You smiled, staring at Lottie weave around the floor with such grace. “You’ve been the best big brother Lou. Now you have to let her fly,” you say quietly. “I love you,” he whispered. You looked over your shoulder. “I love you too.” The song ended, leaving everyone cheering or crying, and Lottie excitedly an up to you. “Can you play for me and my dad’s dance? Pleeeease?” she asked excitedly. You didn’t think Lottie knew about your violin skills, but smiled and agreed to without hesitation. This was her day, and you knew you couldn’t deny her. As the piano started and the singer stepped up to the microphone, you recognized the song instantly. It was one of your own favorites, and as you began effortless pulling the bow, back and forth, you saw Louis. And he’s smiling at you, with little sparkling tears falling down his face and around his cheeks. He laughed, slightly embarrassed with himself, before looking right at you again. And mouthing “I love you”.