one direction preferences / imagines

he's scared of losing you

Liam: I was more than excited to be leaving to go on tour--after all, singing and performing? That was my dream. I was so lucky that my job was something that I enjoyed doing, something I'd always want to do. But, like always, a feeling deep down inside kept nagging away at me. Going on tour for two months meant leaving (Y/N) behind...again. Every time I left I was afraid that when I came back maybe someone would snatch her up, maybe she'd move on to someone better. I hated being away from her for so long, I hated it so much. "I guess this is good bye," she sniffs, her bright eyes welling with tears. Seeing her cry makes me feel even worse, but she looks so beautiful I don't want to go. I wrap my arms around her and place my carry-on bag on the floor. "I'm going to miss you so much," I admit softly, ignoring the cameras and fans making their way over. Luckily Harry and Niall were more the object of attention so the fans weren't really bothering me. "(Y/N), can you promise me one thing?" I ask, as Paul motions for me to get going because the flight is about to leave. "Anything," she says, wiping a tear with the sleeve of her jumper. "Promise me you'll be here when I come back, that you'll still be mine," I whisper, my eyes meeting hers. She smiles and leans on her tip-toes to give me a kiss. "I pinky promise swear that I will always be yours no matter what happens," she says, giving me one last hug and one last kiss before I must go. I hope her words are true, but I know she'd never break my heart.

Harry: I feel like an absolute idiot telling her this, but I don't like hiding things from her. I hate having secrets kept, I tell her everything so why should this be an exception? She sets two mugs of tea on the table and sits next to me, her eyes sparked with concern. "So, what's wrong? Why do we 'need to talk'?" she questions, crossing her legs and taking a cautious sip of her drink. "I know this sounds...ridiculous," I begin, searching for the proper words. "But, I'm afraid that...that I'm going to lose you. You're beautiful and amazing and...what if you find someone better?" She looks absolutely shocked and she nearly drops her mug of tea. "Do you know who you are? You're Harry God Damn Styles. You are sweet, handsome, funny...amazing. How could I ever find someone better?" she asks, a small smile on her lips. I almost regret telling her, but then she places her hand on my cheek and my eyes meet her. "Harry, I love you, okay? If you ever think there's anyone better for me out there you must be crazy. We're meant to be and I'm not going to let you go," she breathes, leaning out and giving me a kiss. "I love you," I manage, wrapping my hands around her waist. All my worries have been pushed to the side, she had such a power to do that to me. "I love you more," she replies, leaning into my embrace.

Niall: "Don't go, stay with me," I protest, watching her slide on her shoes. She was going to her friend's 21st birthday party--just her and the girls. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her sparkly black dress with her hair done up all nice and I was afraid that at the club someone might just...take her. It sounds silly, I know, but any guy would love to have her and the thought of her not being mine was like a bullet to the chest. "Niall, I have to go, it's my friend's birthday party. I'll be home around two," she says, smoothing out the hem of her dress. She must've noticed my somber expression because she walks over and brings her face inches from mine. "Niall?" she questions, searching for a reason behind my sudden mood. "(Y/N), it's just...I want you to be mine forever...what if someone takes you away from me? What if you fall in love with someone else? What if...." I begin, but she shushes me with a kiss. "How can I fall in love with someone else when my heart already belongs to you?" she says, placing my hand on her chest, just above her heart. I can feel her heartbeat and it makes me smile. "My heart belongs to you, too," I say softly. Her phone buzzes and I know she has to get going. "Have fun, babe. See you when you get back. I love you," I say as she heads to the door. She turns around and blows me a kiss, "I love you, too, Niall. See you later."

Zayn: I lean on the door of the tour bus and watch her pack her final bag. This is it. Her brief visit was over--I had shows to do and she had work to go to and university. "I wish you didn't have to go," I say softly, hugging her from behind and holding her in my arms. She buries her head against my chest and sighs. "I wish I didn't have to go either, I wish I could stay with you forever and ever," she says softly, grabbing my hands and holding them in hers. I swallow thickly at 'forever and ever', I wonder if she really means it or if it's just pretty words. "(Y/N), will you really be mine forever and ever? Do you mean that?" I ask, my voice sounding weak and fragile but I don't care. She looks surprised. "Of course I do! What's with the sudden 'questioning our love'?" she asks suspiciously, turning to meet my gaze. I look at the floor and shrug. "Every time we're apart for a long time I feel like maybe you're going to fall out of love with me and maybe then I won't have you and that maybe 'forever and ever' isn't as long as I thought...." I ramble, my words breaking the silence. She frowns and her bright eyes search mine. "Zayn, I can't fall out of love with you. When you love someone so much the love doesn't just go away. We've been apart for longer, we've gone through tougher times. I'm always there for you if you're always there for me. I love you, Zayn, and I'll be counting the days until you come back home," she places her hand on the back of my neck and kisses me. After she pulls away, I smile and help her pack her last bag in her car. "I love you more than you'll ever know, (Y/N). I'll be home soon," I say as she puts the key in the ignition and drives away.

Louis: "I'm sorry, but how the fuck are YOU afraid of losing me?" she gasps, absolute shock across her delicate features. "YOU are the one with millions of gorgeous girls dying to do anything to be with you, thousands of them see you every day...." I shrug and look down at my cereal. "Maybe that's true, but you know I'm always yours. I wouldn't ever do anything to break your heart..." I mumble, forcing myself to meet her gaze. She looks hurt. "Louis, do you honestly think I'd break your heart?" I shake my head quickly. "Of course not! I just...I'm afraid of losing you," I say once more, feeling vulnerable once again. Her face softens and she reaches across the table and gives my hand a squeeze. "You're never going to lose me, I promise, I swear," she says firmly, a small smile on her lips. "You better not be lying to me, (Y/N)," I tease, lightening the mood. "Now, why would I ever lie to you?" she replies with a wink. The way we could go from serious to light in conversations was something about our relationship that I couldn't love anymore. She was the best thing to ever happen to me--if I lost her I don't know what I'd do.