One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Something is wrong and he notices

Harry: ‘So…’ He began. ‘What’s wrong?’ Harry was sitting in front of you, eyes serious, voice calm. You were both eating diner. You looked at him with a questioning look. ‘Don’t look at me like that, like you don’t know what I’m talking about.’ He said, without even looking at your face. ‘You are not yourself and I want to know why. And don’t come up with excuses. I’m your boyfriend and I want to help you. Even if you don’t like that.’  Damn, he knew you to well… Sometimes it really scared you how much he knew about you. He looked up at you, scanning your face. ‘I’m waiting…’ He said. You sighed, nervously. You didn’t want to bother him with this. ‘Noth-‘ Your started but he interrupted as soon as he noticed where this was going. ‘Don’t say nothing! You know it’s not nothing. Say it. Spit it out. Yell it. Scream it. I don’t care, but please tell me what’s going on…’ And you could hear his frustration and worries he had build up for quite some time. ‘It’s just…’ You began, struggling with the right words. ‘It’s just. I mean… Your fans are great. And most of the time they’re nice. But lately… I don’t know… They-‘ He signed you to stop talking. ‘Please don’t say you googled yourself, Y/N…’ He groaned. And when you didn’t answer he took that as a yes. ‘Babe… Please… Don’t do that! They write shit! About everyone!’ And you knew that… He warned you enough about doing that, but sometimes the temptation was just too high. You had stopped eating and you were looking down at your plate, not wanting to meet his eyes. You heard him sigh when he grabbed your hand over the table and squeezed in it. ‘What do you think about a weekend without internet, without phones, without anything?’ He asked and you looked up confused. He stood up, took your phone and his and left with it. When he came back, he kissed your lips and nose. ‘I shut the internet down. We are going to have a weekend with just the two of us. No other people, in any form, allowed.’

Louis: You had a fight with your best friend and when you came home you were so, so angry. You threw your coat off and dropped your bag somewhere between the living room and the kitchen. You had to make diner before Louis would come home, so you started immediately, hoping it would set your mind off. But it didn’t. You let things fall, you overcooked the vegetables and it only made you more mad. When you took another pan from the shelf, you were a bit too rough and all the pans clattered down. And that’s where you screamed angry and cursed a couple of times. Suddenly your heard someone running down the stairs and you soon saw Louis coming into the kitchen with a worried look on his face. ‘Baby… Are you ok?’ He asked looking at you and all the pans on the floor. ‘What are you doing home?’ You snapped at him, still angry. ‘Uhm… I had a day off… Don’t you remember?’ He asked, still a worried frown. And yes. Now you remembered. You angrily groaned and walked past him. ‘I’m done with cooking. You can call for take-out. I don’t want anything.’ You walked up the stairs to the bedroom and shut the door harshly. You knew you were taking it out on him and it was not fair, but you actually couldn’t bother because you were so angry. You heard a soft knock on the door and Louis came in before you could say it was ok. ‘What’s wrong, babe…’ He asked softly. ‘Nothing.’ You said, laying under the covers of the bed, not looking at him. You heard his laugh. ‘Good joke, Y/N. Good joke. Now tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.’ He started laughing but ended the sentence in a serious tone. ‘You can’t make it better!’ You almost yelled, still head in the covers. You felt Louis slip into the bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. And somehow it felt good. You didn’t push him away. ‘Y/N… Please… Tell me what’s wrong.’ He whispered into your hair. And you finally let the tears fall you were holding back from the moment you walked out of the apartment of your best friend. ‘I had a fight with Y/B/F/N’ You sniffed into his chest. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ He asked, kissing your head. And when you didn’t answer, he knew that the only thing that would make you feel better now was him being there and holding you while you cried. And that’s what he did.