All I Want:
Louis: "you brought out the best of me, a part of me I've never seen."
Whenever Louis's with you he feels calm, like he doesn't have to act like somebody he isn't. When your relationship hits the nine month mark, he decides that you've changed him.
He doesn't feel pressured; his facial expression isn't as doleful as it would be when he isn't around you. He almost feels shocked when he changes as soon as you're in his presence. A good shocked though.
The stress, the numbers, the social medias, the performance... everything. Everything just diminishes when he's with you.
He will always be eternally grateful for you. You being there with him, through everything, you accepting him and making him feel comfortable with who he really is.
Zayn: "our love was made for movie screens."
The doorbell chimes through the house as you straighten out your dress, a smile forming on your face. You take one last look at yourself and then exit your bedroom, fleeting down the stairs and shoving your shoes onto your feet.
To celebrate you getting into Uni, Zayn's taking you out for a meal.
You take a deep breath in and then open the door. The view before you almost breathtaking. Zayn with a bouquet of blooming red roses. The red roses really coming off against his pressed, white shirt. Before any words are exchanged, you come forward, out of the door, and press your lips to his.
When you pull away, he blushes slightly, causing you to smirk at him, he gladly hands you the roses, a confident look on his face as his shoulders press back.
You take the flowers from him happily and lean back in to kiss him. "Thank you so much." You whisper against his lips, his lips that are hungry to attach themselves back to yours. You turn around walking back through to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and filling it up with fresh water. You place the flowers in the vase and hear Zayn walk through into the kitchen. As you slightly adjust the vase you feel a hand graze up your arm and then link onto your hand. "Ready to go?" He grins, biting his lip slightly as you pull him out of the kitchen and out of your house and to his car.
Liam: "if I could see your face once more, I'd die a happy man I'm sure."
"Aurgh." Liam groans loudly as he messes up on recording one of the new songs.
The producer links into the booth and talks to Liam. "Are you okay Liam?" He speaks slowly, unaware of Liam's current situation.
"Yep. Fine thanks." Liam mumbles back quickly, trying not to think of you. He re-adjusts his headphones and gets a fright as the backing music for the track starts again. This time, the correct words flow from Liam's mouth as the images replay in his mind. Ever since you ended the relationship to study in America, Liam has been like a lost puppy. You still keep in touch; you're just not as close as Liam would like you two to be. Liam just wishes to have you back with him, he wishes to have you back in his arms and to see your face again.
Niall: "I lay in tears in bed all night."
You violently hiccup, sending your body into a fit of shakes once again. Mentally, you slap yourself. Feeling angry that you may just wake up a slumbering Niall. You place a hand over your mouth to try and suffocate your sobs. You fail and whimper, tears flowing down your cheeks and falling onto your soaked pillow. The bed stirs besides you and you stop breathing for a minute to be able to hear properly. "(y/n)?" Niall's groggy voice speaks up. You start breathing again, your breaths coming out shaky. He sits up straight away and turns on the light. You cover your face; the mess you're in right now is unbelievable. You have no explanation as to why you're like this, it just happens. You think of something and that sets off your tears. "Baby?" He questions, looking at your frail body laid within the sheets. You sit up and he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back immediately, he knows that calms you down, whatever state you're in. "Niall, I'm so sorry." You gush, feeling guilty that you woke him up.
"Don't you dare apologise." He says, knowing that you get like this. He kisses your flustered forehead as your tears diminish.
Harry: "All I want is nothing more, than to hear you knocking at my door."
You wrap your blanket further around you as another sudden rumble of thunder frightens you. You breathe in deeply, trying to distract yourself from the weather outside. This type of weather you usually spend indoors with Harry. Harry's in his apartment and you're in your own. The distance isn't that far but your tiny little body cradled on the large couch makes you feel even lonelier. You sigh and go and make yourself a mug of tea. You pull out your favourite mug and place a tea bag in whilst you wait for the kettle to fully boil. The ugly sounds from outside make you realise how much you miss the sweet sound of Harry's knuckles knocking on your front door.
Your thoughts are interrupted as the kettle fully boils. The steam erupting from the spout. You make your cup of tea and then walk back into the living room. Taking a sip of your piping hot tea and then focusing on your book. After you've read a chapter or so and your tea is almost gone, you hear the sweet sound of Harry calling for you from your front door.
a/n: my favourite song at the minute so I thought I'd turn it into a preference! I really like this one and I have no clue why but I just do, especially Harry's aw. Leave a vote and a comment and I'll update soon for you all :)
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