One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#47. Strong (Song Preference)

Liam: My heart, your heart, sit tight like book ends, Pages between us, written with no end. So many words we’re not saying. Don’t want to wait till it’s gone. You make me strong… These feelings between Liam and you had been going on for ages. You’d known each other for such a long tie and almost instantly you’d felt butterflies at the sight of him and he’s felt sparks. But over the years, neither of you made any move to act on those feelings, too scared that he wouldn’t like you or that you would think him foolish. The one thing that you always told yourself was that you didn’t have to tell him your feelings for him, he’d always be around; there was no end in sight for your friendship. Then came the day when Liam was leaving for a really long time and you didn’t think you could let him leave for that long without letting him know just a tiny bit about the way you felt. So as he was getting ready to go into the airport, you acted on impulse and crashed your lips onto his.

Harry: I’m sorry, if I say, I need you, But I don’t care I’m not scared of love Cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker, Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong… All the time, he would tell you that he needed you. Sometimes he even said it instead of I love you which scared you because you’d heard the stories before of where a person in a relationship would only ever say that they needed the other one, but need could mean that they didn’t love you and that you were replaceable. “Do you love me too?” You asked him one afternoon when he told you that he needed you. “Because you always say you need me. There’s need and love.” Harry inched closer to you and then pulled you onto his lap, taking your face in his hands so that you would look directly into his eyes. “Of course I love you, Y/N, but I need you too. Without you, my world wouldn’t feel balanced and I would feel weaker. So, yes, I need you and I love you with all I’ve got.” 

Louis: Think of how much, Love that’s been wasted, People always, trying to escape it Move on to stop their heart breaking, But there’s nothing I’m running from, You make me strong… As soon as you entered the relationship, he could see that you were scared. He knew your past with heartbreak was long one; guys had been assholes to you in almost every relationship. Guys had loved you and left you as if you were an old piece of trash. Louis tried his best to show you that he wasn’t going to be that way, but obviously it didn’t work because one day you called him and tried to breakup for absolutely no reason. “No, no. Y/N, please talk to me. Don’t leave me because you’re scared that I’ll leave you. I’m not running away from this. Please.” Hearing Louis begging like that finally showed you that he was in this relationship for the long run; he wouldn’t end things with you on a whim because some prettier girl walked by and fluttered her eyelashes. You gave him strength when it came to that because he loved you.

Zayn: So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, need you to keep me from falling apart I’ll always hold on Cause you make me strong… Times were tough for Zayn. The band was splitting up, his mum was ill, and the two of you had been fighting nonstop for a week. Until one night when he stopped in the middle of an argument; he just stopped and sat down, putting his head in his hands, and falling absolutely still and silent. “Zayn?” The abruptness of his actions had startled you, so you sat down on the floor in front of him, looking up at his face. “Zayn, what’s wrong?” He finally moved his hands so that you could see his teary eyes. “I love you and I need us to stop fighting because I can’t keep doing this. I need you to love me too, because without you I’ll fall apart. Everything right now is just…” He tangled his fingers into his hair and you scooted forward to cup his face, angling his forehead against yours so that you were eye-to-eye and nose-to-nose with him as well. “I’ll always hold on, Zayn. You make me strong, keep me from falling apart too.” You sat like that for a little while more, just letting each other be the others strength. 

Niall: My hands, Your hands Tied up Like two ships. Drifting  Weightless. Waves try to break it. I’d do anything to save it. Why is it so hard to say it?… When you were with him, you felt like nothing else in the world mattered. You were unanchored, set adrift in the wide ocean of Niall’s eyes. His calloused hands were your new anchors, keeping you only tied to him. Your family and friends and his fans didn’t like how quickly you were falling in love with each other. Everyone found it rather strange that after being publicly single for so long that Niall Horan would suddenly be head over heels, deeply in love with you. The media and the fans tried to tear you apart, rip into you until you would want to leave him. He tried time and again to stop it, to get them to leave you alone. He tried paying off some tabloids and websites, tried bribing the fans with twitcams and stuff. They wouldn’t leave you alone and neither he nor you could figure out why it was so difficult for anyone else to just say that Niall was happy; that you made him happy.