One Direction Preferences

Punk series: #12 "Run away with me."

Louis: "Your father doesn't even know where you are." Louis mumbled against your skin, his fingers toying with the hem of your (his) shirt. "Y/n, you've been here for almost a week now and he hasn't even attempted to look for you." You sighed quietly, feeling a small ache in your heart as you thought about how you family didn't even seem to care that you weren't there. "I know, Lou..." Sensing the grief in your voice, Louis quickly sat up, brushing his hand against yours in a comforting way. "I don't mean it in that way. I love having you here with me all the time. Just being around you, it calms me down. If you don't believe me, ask my mother. The other day, she told me how much she loves having you around and she loves seeing the effect that you have on me." He leans down, tilting your head up towards him, and presses his soft lips gently against your forehead. "Your family may not approve of us but I want you to know that you are always welcome with my family." You sighed, pulling your hand out of his grip, running your fingers through your hair nervously. "But I'm not apart of your family, Lou. I know, that incredibly generous to say that to me but I have my own family and, at the moment, it seems like they don't want anything to do with me just because they found out that we're dating." Louis seemed to tense at this idea, his face becoming pale as he pulled you onto his lap. "You don't have to deal with that, then." "What do you mean, Louis?" This time, it was Louis who sighed, holding you so tightly against his chest as he spoke once again. "We can run away together. We won't have to deal with any one else's judgment on our relationship, only our ideas will matter. Fuck everyone who think's we're not good enough. We can run away and start fresh. This time everything will be perfect with just us." By the time he finished talking, you were absolutely speechless. Your mouth was probably hanging open slightly but you couldn't focus on your actions right now, your thoughts being too overwhelming. "We can do it, y/n. Do you trust me?" You nodded your head, feeling Louis rest his chin on your shoulder. "Let's go pack your things then, love..."

Liam: "Y/n," Liam mumbled quietly, trying to coax you out of sleep slowly. "Y/n." He repeated when you didn't respond or even so much as move. "Hmmm?" "Baby girl, I have to leave." Your eyes flew open as he said that, you quickly noticed his sorrowful face as he looked down at you. "What are you talking about, Liam?" You trembled, immediately fearing the worst as he crawled into his bed to lie next to you. "It's been almost a week since I came back and Jake's starting to realize this. I know he's still fuckin' pissed about that but, what you don't realize, he's also mad that you're mine now. He's a fucking idiot and he thinks that I stole you from him. I've seen guys like that before, baby. He won't stop until I'm out of the picture or you're his again and I won't let that happen." "What are you trying to say, Liam?" Liam groaned but wrapped his arms around your waist, positioning your body so that you were face to face with him and he could rest his forehead on yours. "I have to leave again. I understand if you want to stay here still because I know that things with your family is still tough and that's fine. My mom will be here with you but you have to promise me that you'll be alright alone." You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his bicep to pull him even closer against you. "I don't want you to go, Li... You said we could move in together. Why would you say that if you only planned to leave again?" Liam sighed, shutting his eyes to try to ignore the pain he felt when you said that. "Y/n, baby, I want nothing more than to do that but I didn't expect Jake to still want me in jail. Fuck, okay, you don't want to be here without me, right?" You nodded, not expecting where this was going. "Then, come with me. It'll be like we're running away from all the idiots in this town. It will be just you and I." "Li," You mumbled, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. "Even if my family doesn't want to see me, they're still my family. I can't leave them; I can't leave all these memories behind..." "Just a week, we'll come back. I promise you." His voice cracked as he grip around your waist tighten substantially. "Okay, Liam. I trust you."

Niall: As soon as you reached Niall's house, he made you explain to him all the events that led up to you jumping out of a window and into his arms. You already felt a bit better than earlier since you had gotten it off your chest but it still bothered you that your father could say such things that made you want to jump out of your bedroom window. "Y/n," Niall groaned when he realize that you were what awake and no longer in his arms. "C'mere, babe, I wanna cuddle." You pushed those thoughts further back into your mind as you crawled into his embrace. "What's wrong?" He grumbled, trying his hardest to stay awake since it was already 3 in the morning. "Nothing, Ni. I'm just over-thinking some things. Let's just go to bed, yeah?" He shook his head, opening his eyes to look at you. "No tell me what your little mind is over-thinking. I've always wondered what goes on in there." "No, it's stupid. I'd much rather sleep than re-live those awful things..." This seemed to wake Niall up a bit, his arms tightening around you. W"hat awful things? If you tell me maybe I can fix them." "As much as I wish they were, these things are not fixable, Ni. At least not when I'm here." You sighed and Niall pressed his lips to your forehead, trying to calm you down enough for you to explain to him all of your thoughts. "What do you mean 'while you're here'? Is there something you're not telling me, y/n?" He mumbled, his fingers tangling through your hair. "I just, I can't seem to focus on anything when I know that my father is so ashamed of me just because I've fallen in love with you. Just being in this town right now, it's messing with my mind. I want to stop and think over everything that's happened but I can't do that here." "Then..." Niall paused, figuring out how he wanted to say this without you immediately rejecting him. "We can leave. This town is so annoying and judgmental and we could just get away for a while." You eyes widened, feeling your heart skip a beat at his offer. "I wish but that's insane, Niall." "C'mon. I mean, if you trusted me enough to jump out of a window and into my arms, you should trust me enough to run away with me." "That's different, Niall." He scoffed, "How is that different?! At least you're not risking your life now. Tell me the reason you don't want to go and I'll tell you why you're wrong." Of course Niall decided to be persistent at 3 in the morning, you thought. "I just don't think it's a sensible idea, Niall. We're boths-" "It doesn't have to be sensible, y/n." He interrupted you, his eyes locking with yours. "We're teenagers, wecan be as reckless as we want right now. Just say yes and we'll go." Before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you mumbled a quiet, "Okay, we can run away together..."

Zayn: Marcie and her group of 'friends' laughed as Zayn walked down the school hallways with you, his hand gripping onto yours as if he was scared to lose you. "Even her own father thinks that she's a slut." Marcie giggled, not even hiding the fact that she was gossiping about you. Both you and Zayn stopped at your locker to grab your books which was 'conveniently' just across from where Marcie and her friends were. "Don't listen to them," Zayn leaned down to mumble in your ear. "The just need something to talk about." "Well, don't they realize how much it hurts when they say that?" "They don't care about hurting anyone's feeling, they just care about the latest gossip and, right now, that's you." You were about to reply when the girls spoke up again. "That's probably why Zayn likes her. She doesn't look like it but she must be a slut for him too." "I bet Zayn isn't even the only person she fucks. She probably gets paid for it too." Just as Zayn was about to call the mean girls out, you slammed your locker shut, causing him to jump slightly. You felt tears prickle to your eyes as you shoved your books into your bag roughly. Leaving Zayn by you locker, making your way towards the exit, trying to make it there before you started to cry and give everyone even more to make fun of you for. "Y/n! Wait." He called out as you reached the parking lot. "No, Zayn. I'm done with this. It was bad enough when my father said those things to me but now the entire fucking school is saying it!" "Then stop!" He growled, his hands gripping onto your forearms to turn you around and stop you from walking away. "Both you and I know that those accusations are wrong and that's all that fucking matters. You know that everyone at this school is fake so it shouldn't matter what they think of you because we both know that that's not the truth." His fingers traced down your arms before his hand connected with yours, his tattoos peeking out from his leather jacket. "C'mon," He said, tugging you towards his car, "We're getting out of this hell hole. I'm taking you away from all of childish drama. We can run away for the week."

Harry: You were walking through the park with Harry as you explained everything that happened during the fight with your father, though you left out what it was really about; Harry's reputation. Harry didn't seem completely convinced that your father knowing about you both dating would make him that angry but he didn't question you further, until later when you were both lying on the grass together. "Can you really tell me why he-your father-got so upset, now?" Harry said, shifting his body to look at you as his tongue played with his lip ring nervously. Your body tensed but you nodded, believing that Harry had the right to know what caused you to practically run away from your own home and to him. "He was so angry. I mean, I've never, in my entire life, seen him so angry and frustrated with my actions. It was almost scary in a way... Anyways, he kept saying things about your reputation." "What about my reputation." He growled, not bothering to hide his anger as his hand clenched into fists. "Calm down..." You've never seen Harry angry other than when he saved you from that group of boys, twice, and just remembering that sent shivers down your spine. "How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when I'm the reason that you practically ran away from you home. I always knew this fucking town was against me. My reputation is what caused a fight to start between you and your father; it's all my fault." "It's not, Harry. None of this is your fault. My dad is just to narrow minded to see the truth rather than what everyone else is saying. This town isn't against you; my father is." He stood up, his hand pulling you up also, tugging you to follow him. "Where are you taking me, Harry?" "To the beach. We both need to take our mind off of things..."