One direction imagines and prefrences

He is sick

Zayn

"Babe, just go. I don't want you to get sick,too." Zayn says, tossing covers over his face.

"I don't care if I get sick Zayn, I will take care of you. You spent 11 days with me in this stupid house when I was sick." You explain to him, determination in your voice.

"But baby.." He said, slowely pulling down the covers. "I will get better and than you will be sick and that means no kisses for another week!"

"Zayn, just stop it. And here, it's cold enough now, you can eat it." You say, giving him a bowl with soup. He took it carefully, not to burn himself again, and looked up at me.

"I love you." He said, forcing a small smile.

Harry

Harry is always big cuddly bear and it just gets 'worse' when he is sick. He always wants you around to watch over him and cuddle.

"It's getting cold here without you!" He shouts as much as he could, considering his troath was sore.

"Hazz, don't scream, you'll just get worse. I'll be right there." You say, continuing to talk to his mother on phone. She told you to make something with honey, it was supposed to help.

"I'll be back soon, don't yell again, please." You pleade.

"I don't wan't stupid medications, nor anything my mom says to make, it's just always ugly and tastes like shit, it's better if you just come here and cuddle with me already." You rolled your eyes at him, and sat beside him.

"Yay!" He clapped his hands and pulled you closer.

Liam

Liam won't even confess that he is sick, always acting like this strong, big boy that he actually isn't.

"Li, come on, just stay in bed." You say, pushing him down once more.

"I'm fi.." He tryed to say, but just ended up coughing his ass off.

"Liam, just let me take care of you, love. You always take care of me when I'm sick, don't you?" I ask him, stroking his face.

"But.. but, I'm a guy. I'm supposed to take care of you, babe." He says, pouting.

"And I'm your girlfriend that you are annoying at the moment, very much, so just stay in bed, I'm gonna make you some tea." You order, kissing his forehead.

Niall

"No, I can't y/n, please stop making me eat." He says, turning his head away from me.

"You are seriously..I'm worried, you never say no to food." You say, making a point.

"I just feel like I'm gonna throw up if I eat anything. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. I'm sorry that I can't help you. Try sleeping some more, yeah? I'm gonna leave now." You said and wanted to get up, but he pulled you back.

"No, c'mere." He says, making some more space for you. You smile at him lightly and lie down beside him. He kisses your head and closes his eyes.

Louis

"I'm going to die." He says, practically hugging the toilet seat.

"Shut up, Lou. You know how much I hate when you say that." You remind him of something he knows really good.

"Sorry. Help please?" He says, reaching out for my hand. I slowely help him to get up and he walkes back to bed.

"Do you need anything?" You ask, worried.

"Well, I would kill for a stake right now, but it's not worth it because I'll be throwing up before I even finish it, so maybe a cuddle?" He asks, making you chuckle.