One Direction Preferences

#58: You're best friends but he's in love with you

Niall: The length of his finger trails over your cheek capturing a single tear as careful as he would wipe all your pain away wiht that little movement. Blue in his eyes isn’t so happy anymore; it contains that sad, hurt-full shine as his arm encircles around your body bringing you closer to his chest. “You’re a great friend”, you sniff into the fabric of his shirt. A frown brings his eyebrows together as he mumbles a curse underneath his breath, words leaving your parted lips bringing him back from his dreamy moment. “Yeah”, he murmurs, “that’s what friends are for.”

Zayn: He finds it difficult to set his lips in a comforting smile when the scene happening in front of him is strong enough to rip a heart out of his chest. He lets you toss your head into his chest not minding hot tears soaking the fabric of his shirt, lips leaving a single not so comforting kiss to the top of your hair. He is pissed to no end and all because someone was stupid enough to hurt you, but hating himself for not being there to stop it at the very beginning. “You deserve so much better”, he murmurs more to himself as you find yourself sinking deeper in his chest. “You deserve the world. Everything.”

Louis: "And, romantic movies?" you ask him only to get a confused look in return. "What about them?" he questions. "Well, do you like them?" Your voice enters his head making all of the thoughts spin, the amount of possible answers floating to the front of his mind - something cheesy as a boy loving his best friend or the best one would be the one the two of you could have. The roll of his eyes takes you by surprise which isn’t even meant to you, but to his loud thoughts. "Nah, not really", he shrugs instantly regretting te answer.

Liam: Heavy sigh leaves his parted lips, both of your arms crossing over your chest, childishly so. Lips are brought together, not allowed to let a words slip away as he crawls back pressing both of his hands to your shoulders in attempt to hold you on place. “Oh c’mon”, he laughs to himself earning a quick glare. “Really? A silent treatment? I thought we were over this”, he sighs making fun of the entire situation. “I’m sorry, c’mon, don’t be mad”, he pleads taking advantage of situation, pulling you closer into his chest - he likes it. Smile curls the corners of his lips as he imagines it being the perfect time for him to confess everything, to actually tell you. But what he does is just shrug away his anxious thoughts, earning a voice from you by tickling you.

Harry: Smile curls the corners of his lips as he finds himself tangling the length of his fingers into your hair, enjoying the feeling it gives him. He finds it quite difficult to set his eyes on the movie playing in front of you when you’re right there, your warmth almost touchable against his skin. “Like what you see?” you tease giving him a small smile. Smirk takes over his lips as he offers you a light squeeze. “I always like what I see when I’m with you.”