One direction imagines/preferences

Song Prefrence Stop and Stare One Republic

Stop and stare - one republic

Louis:

“This town is colder now I think it’s sick of us. It’s time to make our move I’m shaking off the rust”

“Let’s just run away,” Louis sighed. Our hands were laced together and we were currently on the hood of his car, watching the stars. “That would be nice. But we have to much stuff to leave behind. Your band. My collage…” I trailed off. “But no one likes us being together. No one agrees with us. Everyone thinks you’re using me for the money. The boys hate our relationship; they will just never understand that I can’t be away from you. I’m too much in love with you. Even your parents hate us,” Louis fumed. It was true. Management told him more than once that I wasn’t allowed to be with him. My parents had forbid me from seeing Louis. And the boys…well they hated that Louis attention was always on me, but we were truly, madly, deeply in love. Nothing would ever come between us. Nothing. Not the fans, not the hate, not money. Nothing has ever come in between us. I felt Louis eyes on me. “Please. Please let’s just run away,” Louis begged. I saw pure desire in his restless aqua eyes. He was right. No one understood us. We had to leave. “Let me at least pack a suitcase,” I giggled. He smiled. We were off to adventure…

Harry:

“Stop and stare I think I’m moving but I’m going nowhere. Yeah I know that everyone gets scared but I’ve become what I can’t be”

7 months. 7 bottles. 7 pills. 7 months. 7 bottles. 7 pills. She’s been gone for 7 months. How could I let her go that easily? How did I let her slip through my fingers that easily? I whipped out my phone and called her, leading straight to voicemail. Damnit. I called again. And again. And again. Until finally I called the 7th time and she picked up. “What do you want?” she hissed. “It’s been 7 months. 7 months since I last saw you. 7 months since I last kissed you. I want you,” I slurred. I was drunk. But I still knew what I was talking about. The line went dead and I threw it against the wall before picking up my coat and headed out the door. I found myself at her door. Like always. Instead of knocking I just went right in only to see her cuddled up to the side of the couch with my t-shirt on, crying. When she saw me she froze. I froze. Time fucking froze and my eyes were locked on her hers, not missing one heartbeat. So I spoke, “I. Want. You.”

Niall: (trigger warning with cancer)

“You start to wonder why you’re here not there”

She was sick. My princess was sick with cancer. And I’m at an award show. She could be dead and I wouldn’t be there. “Come on Niall,” Liam tugged at my suit to go talk to Simon. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be here. Why was I here and not there? Why? I slowly walked over to where the rest of the boys were when I got a call. The hospital. I quickly answered it while running to the nearest exit to get a cab. “Niall you might want to hurry were afraid this is it,” Dr. Paul said. Tears made their way down my skin, clinging to the last bit of gravity before falling. Kind of like what (y/n) is doing right now. Hanging on. Once I arrived I ran inside and up the familiar hallways, winding into a complicated maze until I got there. The monitor was slow and she looked more exhausted than usual. When she turned towards me her eyes were slowly blinking, fluttering. Her breathing was hitched and I ran towards her. She weakly smiled before asking me to please sit down. I did. I found her hand and she looked up at me with her brown eyes, so dull…so dead. “Niall. Baby I have to go. But…but I need you to move on. I need you to live your life. Sing. Sing your heart out. Sing until your voice can’t go any further. I want you to marry someone. I want you to have kids. Watch derby. Eat all the food you can,” she laughed half heartily. She was dying, and she was using her last breathes on telling me to do something that was impossible. I sniffed, “No, no, no, no, princess you can’t ask me to do that. I can’t do that,” I cried not being able to say anything without my voice choking. “Yes you can. But don’t forget… I love you. I love you like the moon loves the stars. I love you like gravity loves force. I love you like you love me…” she sang. It was a little song we had always sung together. And now hearing her sing it for the last time, it meant more to me than anything. Her eyes started fluttering. “No! You can’t leave me. You can’t go just…please stay plea-,” I was cut off by a sob. I couldn’t say anything. I just sat there. Staring at her. Tears washing away every single moment that didn’t belong to us. My heart being ripped out of me. She opened her eyes once. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes closed and she did her best effort to squeeze my hand before the heart monitor went off. And I just watched as her chest stopped rising. As her eyes stopped twitching. And how her hand stopped moving. How she stopped living.