One Direction Preferences

"Tell me..."

Louis: "When do you have to be at the airport?" You said sadly, moving closer to him in your over sized bed. "11." Louis sighed, running his fingers through your soft hair. "Y/n, tell me that you'll be alright while I'm gone. Please..." He begged, wrapping his hand around yours as he tried to keep you as close as possible for the remaining amount of time that you two shared together. "I'll be fine, stop worrying. I mean," You sighed, burying your head into the crook of Louis' neck. "I'm gonna miss you while you're gone but I promise that I'll be alright and I definitely don't want you to be worrying about me while you're having the time of your life." "I'm always going to worry and miss you whenever I'm away, y/n. You have no idea just how much I truly love you..." He said before he leaned down to press his lips against yours, trying to savor every moment with you.

Liam: "Babe," Liam whined, following you up the stairs toward your apartment, catching the door with his foot before you could slam it in his face. "I'm sorry that I upset you tonight but this is no way to deal with our problems." Liam plopped down next to you on your couch, completely ignoring the fact that you didn't want him to sit next you. "Until you speak up and tell me what's upset you, I won't be able to fix it." This caused you to glare at him, though he didn't seem to notice it. "Liam," You said, finally breaking your silence to I should have to tell you what you did wrong. You beat up that man for no reason and now you're acting like it's no big deal." "That man slipped something into your fucking drink earlier. He fucking deserved it because what if you had drunk it or I didn't see that asshole do it? Huh?" You felt shivers run down your spine and your anger towards him transform into gratitude. "I don't expect you to apologize for snapping at me and ignoring me but I do wish that you'd stop jumping to conclusions all the time, babe. No matter what I'm doing, I always have what's best for you in my mind and I wish you would realize that..."

Niall: Over all, You have had an awful day. First, it started with you waking up late since your phone's alarm didn't go off and you were forced to get ready for your day within 5 minutes before you practically ran to school before you were late. Then, your teachers decided to call out every little mistake of yours that they saw. It wasn't until lunch time that you had enough, going outside the school grounds and ringing Niall in hopes that he could calm you down. "Hello?" He said. "Hi, Ni..." You mumbled, hoping that he would be the one to initiate a conversation even though you were the person who called him. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" Niall said, his voice filled with obvious worry. At this time, Niall broke away from the other boys, not wanting to be distracted or interrupted before he could finish speaking with you. "Yeah, I guess so-It's just drama and that annoying kind of stuff..." "Tell me about your day, princess. Maybe I can help you out a bit." He said, trying to coax you into giving into him. "I was just hoping that you could calm me down some because I really need that right now..." "Well," He paused, searching through his mind for a solution to your problem. "What if I sing to you now, just to calm you down, and later we can have a skype date and you can tell me everything?" You giggled and nodded, replying with a "That'd be perfect, Ni", when you realized that he couldn't see your nod.

Zayn: "What is it, baby?" Zayn said, his body hovering over yours, his hands trailing down your bare body. Your voice was muffled a bit since you felt a bit shy about telling Zayn exactly what you wanted. "You have to tell me what you want or I won't be able to give it to you..." You sighed, knowing that this was all a part of his game and that he wouldn't do anything until you answered him. "I-I want your fingers-need them." Your hips bucked up into his touch, desperate for any sort of relief. Zayn smirked as his fingers moved down to your sex, teasing your clit as he watched you writhe beneath his touch. "Like this, baby?" You nodded your head, feeling a blush spread on your cheeks because of his intense stare. "C'mon, y/n. Keep talking. You need to tell me what it is that you want or I won't be able to give it to you..."

Harry: It was almost 1 am on the first night since Harry had returned from tour and he was passed out beside you, his snores being the only sound heard throughout the room. Normally, you would have happily fallen asleep in the comfort of his arms but, for some reason, you couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard you tried. You continued tossing and turning over in bed, trying to get comfortable when you felt an arm-Harry's-wrap tightly around your waist to still your movement. "Baby," Harry mumbled, his voice unusually deep since he had just awoken. "Tell me what's wrong." He sighed, his arm around your waist pulling you to snuggle into his chest. "Nothing's wrong." You protested, not wanted to ruin Harry's sleep on his first night back. "Liar. C'mon, y/n, you know that I won't be able to fix anything if you don't tell me what's wrong." "I just-I'm not used to you being back and I guess I'm scared that, if I close my eyes for too long, you'll leave again." "I won't leave you again, I promise you y/n."