One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Your relationship is in trouble

Niall: It had been weeks since things had been normal. It wasn’t just that he was busy working on getting ready for the tour, just that there was a gap that had grown between you. He just didn’t seem to love you like he used to. You were scared that he’d breakup with you when they left for tour in a week. “Niall?” You crawled into bed one night, knowing that he was awake by the way he was breathing. “What’s wrong with us?” He rolled over to face you, his eyes not betraying anything. “I think we’re just growing apart, Y/N.” You shook your head and scooted closer to him, desperate for some contact, desperate to show that you were right there, you weren’t going anywhere.

Zayn: A fan on tour had started the rumor that when they’d been in her town, Zayn invited her up to his room. She even had the date and time in her story. While those facts had some faults (you’d been on the phone with him at that time) she said some more things that made you doubt him. “Zayn was just getting off the phone when I got there and I asked him if it was Y/N, but he told me no and that they weren’t really together anymore. So I went through with it, but now I know better and I’m sorry, Y/N.” Her public apology to you hurt you the most because it caused all of the fans to turn pitying eyes on you. Zayn admitted that the girl had shown up at his door, but he denied letting her in, and he denied saying any of those things to her. In order to make sure that it for sure did not happen again, you convinced one of the security guys to keep a special eye on Zayn.

Louis: "Hey, babe." You bounced towards him as he got off stage, all sweaty and kind of gross. He smiled halfheartedly at you and when you stepped forward to kiss him, he brushed by you. "Louis!" You called after him as he all but ran down the corridor to their dressing room. "I have to shower, Y/N, I’ll be right back!" You didn’t really believe him though. For the past five days that you’d been on tour with him, he’d not paid you much attention. The kisses had stopped on the second day and he was only alone with you when you were sleeping. You followed him to the dressing room, not listening to the other cries of "get out!" You grabbed his arm gently, spinning him around. "Louis, are you mad at me? Do you want to break up with me? Why are you acting like this?" He shrugged and twisted his arm until you let go of him. "I don’t know, okay? Just give me some space, Y/N."

Liam: The sex had been subpar for approximately three weeks and you were starting to get annoyed by the fact that you hadn’t gotten off in three weeks. He had gotten off plenty of times, but you hadn’t even once and it was exhausting. There was something missing and as you asked your friends (and embarrassingly enough, Niall) they all told you that maybe you needed to spice it up a bit. “Try something new.” “Try a threesome.” Niall cheekily suggested. “I remember Li saying a while back that he wasn’t opposed to a girl-on-girl threesome.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You threw him out of the house a few minutes later. But when Liam got home later that night, you decided to surprise him instead with some dom-sub stuff, telling him that he could do whatever he wanted to you. He made up for the past three weeks in no time at all.

Harry: He groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillow. “I can’t do this anymore.” His hands found yours and you popped up from under the blankets, curious as to what had made him stop you. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “I can’t do a friends with benefits relationship with you anymore. You’re - I love you, Y/N, like a lot, but not in the love love kind of way or in the brotherly kind of way. I just best friend love you and because of that I don’t think I can keep having sex with you, but I also don’t know if I can go back to how we were before. I don’t know if we can even stay friends, but I really want to, Y/N.” Harry’s voice went hoarse and trailed off at the end. his hands still wrapped around yours. “I love you, too, Harry.” You reached up and swiped a finger over his cheekbone, needing to touch him just one last time. You loved him a lot, probably like the love love kind and if that was what he felt like needed to happen, then you would let it. Because you loved him, so you would let him go.