One Direction and Zayn Mailk Preferencesツ

He Has A Migraine

Zayn: Quiet whispers and tiny kisses. Zayn had a migraine, and when he got migraines, they were bad. His long limbs took up the whole couch, and there still wasn’t enough room. He was so curled up on the couch.It couldn’t have been comfortable, though the pain in his head was far worse. You watched him from the kitchen, not wanting to move any closer in case you’d wake him. He took tiny breathes, as he tried to sleep of the immense pounding in his head. You smiled at his sleeping state and pulled a few pills out of the bottle and set them down in front of him with a glass of water before scurrying away to let him sleep.

Liam: Your fingertips padded over his scalp gentle. “K-keep going please,” he whispered. You smiled and continued the movement. He came back from the studio with a bad headache which quickly turned into an intense migraine. Your fingertips slightly grazed his scalp over and over again. “Thanks for this, (Y/n),” he whispered quietly. “Shhh. Stop talking. Let me take care of this.” He nodded weakly and closed his eyes again. His head lied still in your lap as your fingers raked through his hair. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead. “Love you, Li. I hope you feel better.”

Harry: “(Y/N)?” “Yes, Harry?” you replied from across the room. He frowned. “It hurts.” You rolled your eyes. “Harry, you just took the medicine two minutes ago. He rolled over on the bed. “Yeahhhhhh,” he whined, “but my head still hurtssssss.” You rolled your eyes once again. “You’re such a child, Harry.” He pouted and looked up at you. “But I’m hurting.” You stopped what you were doing and put your hand on your hip. “And what would you like me to do, prince Harry?” “I just wanted a cuddle,” he said pouting. You sighed, a slight smile on your face and you came over and pushed him over a little. “Scoot.” He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “The prince is very pleased now.”

Niall:  His head in his hands, he rolled from side to side groaning. “Princess?” You laughed softly moving to sit next to him on a bench. “Yes, Niall?” “Not feelin too good, princess.” “Yeah? That ride too much for you, Niall?” You said teasing him while running a hand up and down his back. “S’not that,” he said resting his head on your shoulder and away from the ninety-eight degree sun. “Just me head kept hittin back n forth.” You frowned and ran your fingers through his slightly sweat-soaked hair. “How about we take a break? Maybe inside a nice air conditioned store?” “Yeah, that sounds good.” “How bout some food too? That could be making your head hurt more. There’s ice cream nearby, and turkey legs, and-” His face lit up as he managed to stand. “Stop right there darlin,” he said as he draped an arm around you. “You had me at ice cream.”

Louis: In and out. And in and out. His head was pressed against the cold window as he tried to soothe the pounding in his head. You looked back and forth between the road and him, checking on him to make sure he was okay. The honking of the horns, screeching of the tires, you were afraid all of it would wake him up. You quietly reached out to turn the radio down. “Don’t. It’s helping. You jumped slightly. “Shit. S-sorry, Lou, didn’t think you were awake.” He turned towards you, his hair messy and sticking out in various directions. “Didn’t sleep more than ten minutes, was just resting my eyes mosting, trying to think away the pain.” You grabbed his hand and rubbed it apologetically. “M’sorry Lou,” He forced a small smile and shook his head before grabbing your hand and pulling it to his lips. “S’alright love, s’not that bad anyway.” “Yeah?” ‘Yeah.”