One Direction Preferences

#64: You wipe his tears away

Niall: He doesn’t mind you placing his larger body in between your legs, he doesn’t mind you wrapping both of your arms around his body either. The only thing that truly bothers him is the thought of pain you’re sharing together with him. He was supposed to protect you from situations like this one, comfort you and be there for you, not the other way around. Exposing you to the ugly side of world which hit him is something that makes a quiet sob build up his throat. “Shh”, you whisper, soft finger pressing to his cheek in desperate attempt to wipe his pain away. 

Zayn:You can instantly tell something’s wrong when he just numbly sits on the edge of the bed like that, big eyes set on a spot which doesn’t even exist. And when you ask him what’s wrong, he doesn’t move, but just gives you one of those shrugs when he simply can’t lie to himself that he’s okay. A small nudge your arm offers him as you wrap your arm around his back is enough for him to loose everything he’s been holding in for so long. “Shh”, you manage to whisper while your fingers trail a line over his already wet cheek in attempt to remove every single evidence of tears.

Louis:It’s strange, for sure. His cheeks are pink, wet and it hurts you to think that the shine in his eyes isn’t caused by joy. He tightly closed his eyes, but that little tear still managed to escape through the layer of his lashes, rolling down his cheek. Your thumb trails a line over soft skin stopping warm droplet in its track and banning it from going any further. You close your eyes, sarcastic smile spreading over your lips as you mock your own action; what’s the point of whiping is tear away when the pain is still there to stay.

Liam:"It’s alright", you manage to say and even though his head is buried in between his legs, arms securing it right there, you can still imagine him mocking your words. It’s not alright. Perhaps total opposite of being alright or fine and he knows it really well, the realization bringing one more sob to his lips. "Please", you say while wrapping an arm around his shoulders, slow action making his body fall closer to your body. "I’m here and you’re here and everything is going to be fine in the end", you whisper into his skin as you plant a kiss to his cheek. "Please", you beg letting your finger trail over his cheek.

Harry:It’s quite odd; you’ve nevere imagined him crying, nor thought he is the person easy to break. But if you could picture it inside of your mind, it wouldn’t be as painful as this, for sure. The scene in front of you seems surreal, every movement you make seeming enough to break him, his body feeling so vulnerable inside of your arms. Yet another sob builds up his troath as he nuzzles his head deeer in the fabric of your shirt, long fingers tugging at soft cloth as he’s trying to escape the feeling. “Shh”, you whisper, no bullshittinglike ‘it’s fine’ or ‘you’re alright’ because he clearly isn’t. The only thing you do is bring his body closer to your chest, shaky finger gliding over his cheek removing every evidence of his tears.