You’re Bestfriends Preference
Niall: It was a rainy Tuesday night and you were over at your best friend Niall Horan’s watching movies. He’d just gotten home from tour about seven hours before and the first thing he’d made sure to do was ask you to come over. As the night wore on, your eyes got heavier, so you went and changed into some of his clothes to sleep in. He always let you do that, but he’d never tell you why he loved you to wear his clothes. And secretly you were happy that he always allowed you to pull on one of his tshirts. For as long as you’ve known Niall you’ve been in love with him and letting you wear his shirts just makes you feel so much closer to him. After a while, you walk back out to where he’s still laying on his bed; the shirt you chose to sleep in was long on you, as most of his clothes were, it brushed the tops of your legs just a bit below everything that should be covered. You lowered yourself down next to him. “You look nice, Y/N.” he mumbles, eyes almost closed. “I love seeing you in my clothes.” He pulls you tight to him so that the two of you are basically spooning. Whether its an accident or not, you don’t know, but his lips briefly touch the side of your neck, sending your heart into a frenzy, before he withdraws. “Goodnight, Ni.” You whisper. God, you love him so much it hurts.
Zayn: His lips touched yours and you pulled away. What the hell? “Not here, Zayn.” You two were best friends but Zayn liked to kiss you at random times especially when you were flirting with a guy he didn’t like. “Sorry, he’s an idiot. And my best friend, ignore him.” you explained to the guy you’d been talking with. Not ten seconds later, Zayn got annoyed by something the other guy said, so he gently took your arm and pulle you away. “What is your problem, Zayn?! You’re acting extremely weird today.” He pulls you into a quiet spot and then opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “I- I- Y/N, the thing is, recently I’ve realized-” “Zayn, Y/N!” Liam came out of nowhere. “There you two are! I thought we lost you.” Your best friend glared at his bandmate until he walked away. “What were you saying, Zayn?” you ask him. His cheeks are slightly pink and he’s staring at his feet. “Nothing, it’s not important.” “Alright. Can I go now?” He says yes and as you walk away you can’t help but think that he wanted to tell you what you’ve been feeling in his kisses for quite some time now.
Louis:Another girl. Another night. Another heart. Broken. In the morning, you see the girl leave. Ever since Lou broke it off with Eleanor he’d had a different girl in his bed every night. But you, who has been here with him since before the break up and through it all, you’ve sat here on the side and longed for him to ask you to bed one time and then keep you there forever. Yes, he’s your best friend, and yes you do live together, but you’ve loved him for so long. He leaves his room every morning with a different girl right behind him and you make sure to slip the mask back in place. “Morning, Lou. Have fun last night?” Every morning, the same question, and then variations of the same answer. “Definitely.” and a wink but emptiness in his voice. Your heart fails to not break each time you hear that answer. You continue on and try not to think about how weird it is that you’re living with him and in love with him and he’s got no idea. But little do you know that he feels the same and all those girl and the break up were just because he loves you and thinks you don’t feel the same.
Liam:"LIAM!" You shriek. "Put me down!" He’s laughing but still keeps you where you are in his arms. You two are on the beach with the boys and tons of people are staring. Already tens of fans have come up to the lads asking for autographs and pictures and stuff. Some of then even talk to you, telling you how your super lucky to be best friends with Liam. You just nod and say "I know, he’s such a great guy. The best best friend I could ask for." And as he finally stops spinning you around, you lean heavily against his chest, waves of dizziness and real waves hitting you. "I love you, Y/N." he whispers in your ear. "I love you, too, Li." Best friends that’s all you two are. To the public eye that is. To each other and the lads and your families you are two best friends in love that will probably get married one day. But for now you’re just two best friends in love. Nothing more, nothing less.
Harry:Friends with Benefits. No Strings Attached. Just sex, who cares? Not Haz, not you. After each time he kisses your cheek and cuddles you close, his breath feathering over your bare skin. “Love you.” Both of you whisper it, not knowing if either of you mean it the way each of you want it to mean. And in the morning, he’s still there with you, keeping your bed warm and being the reason you live. He’ll pull his clothes on, kiss your forehead, and leave with the thought of “I love you” floating around somewhere in the air. Harry will return that night you know. It might be as your best friend or as your bed-buddy, but you’ll accept him as either one because you love him no matter which he is.
