Harry: A soft sneeze rattled through your fragile frame, the sickness in your body taking a toll on you. Harry's head of curls perked up, an element of sympathy in his eyes. "Do you want some medicine babes?" he questioned, picking up the bottle filled with the putrid liquid. Your nose scrunched in disgust, but opened your mouth, allowing the medicine to enter it. As the liquid hit your tongue, you resisted the overwhelming urge to spit it out of your mouth, causing Harry to giggle softly. "Don't worry babes, you'll get better soon. Until then, I'll take care of you," he assured you, resting his body next to yours.
Niall: As soon as he saw the first tear escape your eyes, his large arms were enveloping you within his, trying to contain the sadness that was pushing you to tears. Hushed words of consolement rolled from his lips, followed by a rushed array of questions. "The only way I can make it better is if you tell me what it is," Niall murmured, pushing a tendril of hair that had fallen onto your face. You bit your lip to try and choke back your sobs, but the rush of feelings just rolled back, masking the words you were trying to say. "I just hope I can make it better, you're too beautiful to have this sadness in your heart," he spoke, the sight of your tearstained cheeks and trembling body pushing him close to tears, "and once you are able to tell me, no matter what it is, I'll take care of you."
Liam: The atmosphere was thick and uncomfortable, as Liam raked his hands through his hair, and frustrated tears threatened to dance their way down his cheeks. "I-I just don't understand why you won't let me in," he mumbled, his words weak from desperation. The three powerful words that had tumbled over his lips minutes ago had left you speechless, muttering how you had 'been hurt too much in the past' and 'couldn't love another again'. Your lips pressed closed, and your eyes reciprocated the actions, shielding the tears that yielded them. "I know you've been hurt multiple times before," he recounted, pushing himself from the couch, your lips quivering at the close proximity. "I won't hurt you, I'd never hurt you. Just take this chance on me, and I'll love you with all I have, and I'll take care of you," he promised, his hand latching onto the back of your neck, pulling you closer, connecting his lips with yours, and to his relief, you didn't pull back.
Louis: Soft coos and gurgles awoke you from your gentle slumber, whimpering as the strong light slipped into your eyes. "We waited a very long time for you little bud," Louis smiled, the awe in his eyes glistening as he looked down upon the day old creation he had contributed to. He pulled an array of different faces, causing his son's mouth to open wide, tiny arms flailing around in excitement, causing both you and Louis to chuckle. "Oops, looks like we've woken mummy up," he pouted apologetically, before transferring him into your arms. "He's tiny, isn't he," Louis pointed out, reaching his finger out so the petite fingers of his son curled round them, "but he's ours. And I promise, to the both of you, through good times and bad, I'll take care of you."
Zayn: Zayn's hazel eyes shot open in alarm as he heard soft, muffled sobs emitting your lips, unable to see your body in the darkness. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to get you to admit the cause of what was enticing the tears from your eyes. As soon as he heard your voice monotonely say nightmare, his arms encased you within them, whispering short words of comfort into your hair. "You don't need to worry about anything at all. I'll always be right here, I'll take care of you," he murmured, a smile sketching onto his lips when he realized the cries had stopped, and his soft words had lulled you to sleep.
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One direction imagines and prefrences
RomanceA bunch of 1d imagines and preferences