One Directon Preferences

You Wake Up In The Hospital

Harry: "Babe?" you mumble hoarsely, slowly blinking open your eyes. Where were you? You notice a flash of gray and brown and hear a loud sigh of relief. "She's awake!" he calls into the hallway, notifying the nurses. He turns to you, brushing a matted strand of hair from your cheek. "Oh God, I was so worried," he runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes tired and voice hoarse like he hadn't slept. "I've been sitting here since you were taken here yesterday, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't do anything." You breathe slowly, sleepily giving him a smile. "You're going to be okay, I promise. I'm never letting anything happen to you ever again." 

Zayn: "Where is she?" he shouts, his clothes haphazard and for the first time, hair not impeccably styled. "Sir, we can only let family members into the room," the nurse replies, knowing fully well who he was here to see. "You don't understand, I need to see her," he pleads, his voice frantic and worried. "Please, we're like family. She's my everything. Please." The nurse closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a sigh. "Room 107, Don't stay too long or you'll get me fired," she finally mutters. "Thank you! Thank you!" he calls behind him, quickly making his way to your room. "Zayn?" you mumble tiredly, watching a figure race through the door. "Babe," he lets out a sigh of relief. "I'm here, I'm here. I love you so much, I'm here." 

Niall: You lazily blink your eyes open, your vision filling with white and your nostrils filling with the smell of antiseptic and...hospital. "What happened?" you ask softly, struggling to sit up. "Shh," Niall says quickly, his eyes bloodshoot like he'd been crying. "Don't try to sit up, don't try to talk, sweetheart." You lie back down and frown at the tubes and needles running through your arm. "There was a car accident," he explains softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "But you'll be okay, just a few broken bones but God, I was so worried about you...so worried." He lets out a sigh and entwines his fingers with yours. "I love you so much, okay? Just get some rest, I'll be here by your side now and when you wake up, I'm not going anywhere." 

Louis: You start to come to, suddenly realizing you weren't in you and Louis' shared flat as you had been the last time you remembered. You feel someone holding your hand and you feel something cold running through your veins. "Lou?" you blink open your eyes and notice him sitting by your side, his hand holding yours and his eyes downcast and sad. His hair is a mess--he's a mess in general and he suddenly darts his head up at your voice. "You're awake!" he shouts (a bit too loudly, causing you to flinch). "Sorry," he whispers softer, absolutely beaming. "Oh God, I'm so glad you're awake. I've been here holding your hand for hours and I was so so worried, back at the flat you just passed out and I caught you and drove you here and God...I was so worried," he trails off," his voice thick and sad. "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't know what I'd do with out you." 

Liam: "Hello?" you ask gently, slowly opening your eyes and sitting up in the hospital bed. What had happened? You notice a lump of grey and blue sweatshirt and jeans lying in two hospital chairs pulled together. You see the rising and falling of his chest and smile to yourself despite the unfortunate circumstances. He must've slept here, he must be so worried. "Li," you call out. Nothing. "Liam," you say louder, grabbing a box of tissues from the bedside and tossing them at his back. "What?" he jumps awake, groggily rubbing his eyes. "Oh!" he shouts, jumping up and running to your bed, gingerly giving you a kiss. "Oh! You're awake! Thank God! I was so worried, I guess I fell asleep finally," he lets out a deep sigh of relief. "Christ, I'm so happy you're okay. I love you so much."