One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#46. He Saves You.

Zayn: You were out in a club, dancing with some of your friends, and drinking. There was one guy that you’d had your eye on the whole night. He was tall with dark blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, he seemed nice enough when he bought a drink for you. But soon you left to go dance with one of your friends. The whole time you could feel two other sets of eyes on you. One set was the cute guy and the other one was a dark, quiet, mysterious boy who was leaning against the bar, watching you carefully, his eyes squinted. It was a few minutes later when you started feeling kind of dizzy as the room started to blur around you. “Y/N, are you alright?” your friend asked when you fell against her. “I need some air.” You started to walk away towards the door and she followed you until you waved her off and told her that you were okay. You sat down on the dirty alley floor and everything faded away to black. While you were unconscious, the “nice” blonde guy just so happened to walk by. He picked you up in his arms and carried you back to his car where everything was more private. He didn’t notice the shadowy figure that came running out of the door, searching for you, but it was too late because you were already in the random guy’s car, underneath him while he attempted to strip you. Several hours later, you woke up in a bed, sunlight pouring in and stinging your eyes. You sat up, looking around the unfamiliar room trying to remember how you got there. The bedroom door opened and the dark, mysterious boy walked in with a cup of tea in his hands. “Good, you’re awake.” “How did I get here?” You were sort of afraid, pulling the sheets up to your chin and sitting as far back as you could when he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes on the floor.. “That bastard slipped something in your drink and when you passed out he tried to rape you. I found you just in time and brought you back here. Don’t worry, I slept out there. I only wanted to be sure that you were alright.” He looked up suddenly and held out the tea to you. “I’m Zayn, by the way.” “Y/N and thanks for saving me I guess.”

Louis: You know what they say. Two heads are better than one. So it was probably a good thing that your best friend was always there for you, helping you with your decisions. Louis had been there for as long as you could remember. He advised you on tests, crushes, other friends, and one time he even eased your mind when you honestly believed you were pregnant even though you’d never had sex. But he was always there for you and this time was no different. “Lou, I’m going to leave. I have to catch that flight.” You two lived together as roomates although many people believed it was more than that and truthfully he wanted it to be more. “Wait, babe, don’t go yet!” He scrambled to his feet, throwing himself over furniture and nearly tackling you onto the ground. “But if I’m any later I’ll miss the flight.” “So? I can book you a later one. I just need to spend more time with you before you leave me for so long. His face was buried in your neck and his arms held you closely against him. “Don’t leave, Y/N. You have five days before you absolutely have to be in Italy. I can take you there and we can be all touristy together, babe.” Eventually you gave in, letting him herd you over to the sofa and he pushed you down on it, laying on top of you, crushing you underneath him. “Louis!” You squealed, pushing at his chest even though you could feel your heart throbbing at the way his body was touching yours. Slowly he moved until his face was directly above yours, breath pushing against your lips. “Do you want to just kiss me, hm? Because this whole just teasingly hovering above me thing isn’t working.” You told him, lifting your fingers to trace patterns on his cheek. He lowered his mouth down to yours, kissing you softly at first and then more passionately. When you broke the kiss, he sighed. “That was nice. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” “Probably as long as I have.” You pulled him back in for a kiss and that’s how you spent the rest of the day. It was that night when you turned on the TV to the news that you saw the video of the plane crash. The crash of the plane that you would’ve been on had Louis not stopped you.