one direction preferences / imagines

you're worried about him

Harry: You watched as he washed the day's makeup and sweat away. As proud as you were of him, he was so tired all the time and it was worrying you. He pulled back after drying his face and looked over to you. There were heavy bags under his eyes, but he smiled through. You smiled back softly and held your hand out. "C'mere..." you murmured, letting him slip his fingers in between yours before pulling him back into the bedroom. "You need to sleep..." you hummed. "I gotta go over just a couple more things..." he mumbled, his eyes already half shut when you laid him down in bed and pulled the blankets over him. He didn't even put up a fight when you pressed your lips against his forehead. He knew you were right, and before he could stop himself, he gave into the sleep that was so desperately needed. You smiled to yourself and switched the light off before settling down into your own slumber.

Liam: He was so angry, and you had been giving him as much space as you could, but you were just growing increasingly more worried. You could hear him mumbling under his breath as he scrolled though his phone. You walked into the doorway and crossed your arms, watching him for a moment. He looked over. "What?" You shook your head in reply and he rolled his eyes. "Why are you staring at me? Quit it," he grumbled and you let out a sigh. "What's going on with you Liam? You haven't talked to me in days and you're just so angry," you commented. His jaw was tense, but he didn't speak. Not a word. You bit your lip softly and pushed yourself upright. "I'll go if you want. I can do that," you said with a soft yet firm tone. Liam looked at you for a moment and shook his head. "I don't want that." "Then talk to me. Let me help you. Please," you pleaded, coming to stand in front of you. He grabbed onto your hands tightly. "I will... I will."

Niall: "You okay?" you asked softly when he came over to the couch and practically fell on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly and kissed his forehead, adjusting yourself underneath him. "Mhm..." he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. You placed a hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair gently. He let out a deep sigh, clearly exhausted from constant outings. "M'worried about you Ni..." you said quietly and he grunted out in response. "I know you wanna be everywhere and do all that you can but it's too much baby... you need just a couple days to rest up..." He pulled his head up to look at you. You slid your hands to his cheeks and dragged your thumb over the apples of his cheeks, kissing his forehead. "This weekend?" he murmured out softly. "You, me and take out... sound good?" he asked and you nodded your head softly. "It's a deal baby... thank you."

Louis: Ever since it happened, he hadn't been the same. He hadn't cried, he hadn't broken down, there was just... nothing. He just stayed in bed and occasionally got up to shower, use the bathroom or get something to eat and drink. You had been giving him space, making sure he had something to eat and so on, but other than that, you just checked up on him before going to do your own thing. However, things seemed different today. He wasn't in bed when you got up, and he wasn't in the shower. You furrowed your eyebrows and got out of bed, pushing your hair out of your face. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you could see him on the couch. His shoulders were shaking, and your heart fell. You came over to him and slid your arms around his neck, kissing the back of his head. He jumped and let out a verbal sob. You were expecting this in time. You held him against you tightly and hissed the back of his head. "It's okay... let it out."

Zayn: Anger was Zayn's first response it seemed when anything was bothering him, but he wasn't telling you anything. He was just lashing out at the smallest of things and as worried as you were, you were getting frustrated. He wouldn't talk he would just yell over small things and you were left there confused and angry and worried. "Zayn," you stopped him in the middle of one of his episodes. He looked at you, anger and something more in his eyes. "You are not angry at me for leaving the keys on the kitchen table instead of in the bowl by the door. That's not why you're mad," you said sternly, shaking your head. He looked at you with a clenched jaw, but kept his mouth shut. He slammed his hands against the kitchen counter and you jumped. "Why aren't you talking to me?" "Because... I don't know..." he grumbled and you let out a sigh, leaning up against the way. "When you're ready, I'm here to listen... just please take a breath..."