One Direction Preferences

Nightmares

(T)

Liam:
"(Y/N)!" You heard, it was mumbled, but you definitely heard it. "(Y/N)!" You heard again, this time clearer. "What?" You asked, rubbing your eyes, crabby that someone had disturbed your peaceful slumber. You didn't turn around, but you didn't get an answer. "Liam, what is it?" You asked, sitting up and turning a side light on. He was laying there, all the sheets pushed off of him and he was in some sort of fatal position, shaking, sweating and crying. "Liam, honey wake up. You're having a bad dream." You shook his shoulder lightly. "(Y/N)!" He yelped one more time, sitting up and his eyes snapping open. He looked around the room and you sat shocked at this new behaviour. As soon as he saw you he sighed. "You're here," He sighed, pulling you into him, wrapping you in a hug, which you returned. "My beautiful girlfriend is here."

Zayn:
You walked into the darkness, and cried when you felt the rush in your stomach from the falling. The rise that you get on those crazy roller coasters, the ones where you feel like your stomach is about to come out of your mouth. You whimpered and squealed as the pain didn't stop for what felt like forever. But then you felt arms wrap around you, and you no longer felt that nauseating pain in your stomach. Although you didn't wake up, you faintly heard; "It's alright baby, I got you."

Louis:
You snapped up on your bed, sweaty and covered in tears. You had just gotten out of a reoccurring nightmare that someone came in and took away your unborn child. Even though this was impossible, you had no problem believing it could happen. Louis wasn't in bed next to you which had frightened you more. But then he came in the door, grasping onto two steaming hot mugs. "Damn," he muttered, setting down the two cups on the night table and wrapping you up. "I'm sorry, I meant to get back before you woke up. Same dream?" You nodded against his chest, more tears threatening to fall over your already soaked face. "It's alright, look, our little baby's still in there." He said softly, rubbing your six month pregnant stomach.

Niall:
"Just don't come back." Niall demanded. You just shook your head as more tears poured down your face, leaving your flat slowly. But then your eyes popped open. You were looking to directly the other side of the bed, where Niall was supposed to be. He wasn't though, which just made more tears come down. He had been on tour for about four months now and you had been the same series of dreams over and over. But finally you picked up the phone and dialled the number that was engraved into the back of your mind. "Hello? (Y/N)?" He asked, sounding lively and awake. You sniffled before you had the chance to say anything. "Baby, are you okay?" He asked, settling down and shushing people around him. "Will you sing to me?" You asked, taking absolutely all of your will power. "Of course." He agreed, quicker than you had anticipated. "You know I'd fall apart without you..."

Harry:
You woke up to distant whimpering. Next to you, the bed was cold and empty, the sheets pulled back. You slowly got up and tip toed to the bathroom. "Haz? Love, you okay?" You asked, tapping the door slightly. He mumbled a quick "Yeah," before you opened the door. "What happened?" You asked, immediately at his side. The sight in front of you broke your heart. He was sitting in a full bath, fully clothed. His face was covered in tear stains and he was playing around with one of your loofah's. "Oh my, come on sweetie, lets get you back into bed." You pressed, pulling the cork out of the tub. He didn't protest and he didn't say another word for the rest of the night, and you didn't bother to ask. You had figured he had a dream. But you two just laid in silence as he let you hold him, until the next morning.