One Direction Preferences

When...

Harry: were you going to tell me, Y/N?!" Harry's voice boomed through your small house, frightening you immensely. You could barely find your voice as he paced in front of you. "I-I didn't think it would matter. I'm with you now." You were shaking. "It wouldn't mat..It wouldn't matter? " Harry shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N. You underestimate how much you mean to me. I love you and I want to protect you with all that I have. Who did it to you?" Harry's voice was a low whisper as he crouched down in front of you, looking into your eyes. "My e-ex boyfriend, the one before you. Chris." you mumbled, looking down at the scars and bruises on your thighs, ashamed. "I'll fucking find him and when I do, I swear I'll kill him." Harry's voice was vengeful and you smiled, assuring him that Chris got what he deserved. "He's been in jail for a year and a half, Haz." "Good. I'll never let anyone hurt you again." he kissed your forehead and held you close.

Louis: am I due?" you ask the doctor excitedly, squeezing Louis' hand. "April 18th would be my guesstimate. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson." Dr. Miller smiled at you as you hugged your husband. *at home* "So, do you think we're going to have a Lucas or an Ava?" you ask Louis, rubbing small circles on your baby bump. "I'd like to think its going to be a boy but I'm almost certain its an Ava." he mumbles as he kisses your tummy then your lips. "I think so, too."

Niall: did you two know it was love?" the interviewer, a perky little brunette, asked. "It's kind of a cheesy, dumb story but when he met my parents. They adored him and he was such a gentleman." you smile as Niall strokes your hand. "The first time she farted in front of me." Niall laughed, making the interviewer giggle and you blush. 'Great...that's going to be all over People magazine.' you think to yourself and blush harder.

Liam: will you be back? Just so I know if I should bother making dinner." you asked, saving yourself from sounding clingy. "Probably around 6, so yeah, dinner would be a good idea." he chuckled, kissing you before leaving. It was 4:30 now so you had an hour and a half to arrange his surprise. Liam didn't really acknowledge his birthday but you always did. For dinner, you made his favorite pasta dish but put a lid on the pot. It wouldn't be eaten anytime soon, especially when he saw his real present. You. Dressing in a new set of black lingerie, you lit candles and laid on your bed. "Y/N? I'm home." Liam yelled with his mouth full. He had already dipped into dinner. "In here..." you called from the bedroom. Showtime.

Zayn: am I going to meet your parents?" Zayn asked on the drive back home from his parents' house. "Uh...you can't." you scratched your neck nervously. "Well why not?" "They aren't exactly around anymore." you winced, and he immediately started apologizing. "No, no, it's fine. I was little. They died in a fire while I was at my grandma's. She raised me from that point on." you explained, Zayn grabbing your hand. "Well, can I at least meet her?" he asked and you shook your head. "Wait until the zombie apocalypse. It'll be like a family reunion." you joked the pain away, making Zayn chuckle.