Preferences One Direction.

34. Horror movies.

34. Horror movies.

Niall: "Okay, babe it's playing." He walks backward to not miss a single thing of the  movie.

"I still think this is not a good idea Niall," you hesitate, you never have been able to watch any kind of horror movie and just a little bit of blood already makes you dizzy.

He shrugs it of with an, "it'll be fun don't worry. I'm right next to you, honey."

You sigh and take a pillow in hands as your protection.

The movie starts and while at first it seems okay, it soon turns into a nightmare. Ghost's with long hair and claws everywhere,  dolls covered in blood, you name it.

For the past 30 minutes you have been holding the pillow in front of your face. Niall keeps trying to remove it, telling you that sounds are creepier as you have no idea what's happening.

But you prefer it this way..

Suddenly even the sounds stop..

"Come here my scared baby," he holds you close as you try to act cool about yourb previous cried, whines and screaming.

"How do you not find those things scary," you question him

"Hmmn, I don't know. I can imagine scarier things.. you know that would happen in real life," he tells after placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Like what?" You wonder.

His cheeks turns into a bright pink color after thinking of an example, you repeat your question.

"Like.. losing you," he says quickly and runs out of the room.

Harry:

"Oh god, that is terrible- terrible."

"What is she eating?! Oh my god, that's a head, that is definitely a head. Oh my god poor man."

"No, nope, no, no and nope!"

You press pause, "Harry.. do you want to quit watching?"

His eyes still shocked in horror he turns to you, "Yes- I mean no! No need at all, I am perfectly fine."

You chuckle at his cute expression, "Are you.. sure?"

You can't believe how scared he is there is even sweat dripping off his face.

He nods like a mad his head, "I'm a guy."

"A very unmanly guy that is," you tease him. How can a guy act so feminine watching a horror movie?

"Hey! That's not nice of you, I could definitely protect you," he says in defence. What protect you? From what? He would never be able to with that pouty face, and then what? Amaze them with his smirk and deep deep voice? Bore them with bad jokes?

"Sure you could," you smile and give him a hug, still imagining how that would go.

"Thank you babe," he pecks you, forgetting all the horror of the past hour, "wait, was that sarcastic?"

Zayn:

"Babe it's fine I will be there for you," he assures you.

You pull the blanket over the both of you and settle the popcorn on your lap. Nodding, feeling quite ready for the movie.

Halfway through the movie you have fallen asleep suffering from fatigue. Work has been so stressing and so much lately that this date is more like a nap.

Little did you know while being in a deep slumber, Zayn didn't feel as good as you did in dreamland.

Screaming and calling for help and cries for the lord, not even to mention how he is holding his phone in case he needs to call 911.. he knows he doesn't need to. But tonight he won't feel so safe.