One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He/You Doesn't Think that You/He Love Him/You Anymore

Wow that was a confusing title to write aha

Liam: Usually Liam and you were joined at the hip, always touching or cuddling. But for the past week, he had been awfully distant. He got up early to go to work, came home late, and then went straight to bed, barely saying a word to you. Deep down, you knew it was only because work was stressing him out, but you couldn't help but think it was because of you.

One night when you were lying in bed, you replayed all of the things that you might have done wrong to make Liam mad. You thought about how loud and off-key you sang in the shower, how you yelled at him two weeks ago for bothering you while you were doing homework, how you continuously embarrass him on Twitter. Before you knew it, you were crying, convinced that Liam didn't talk to or touch you anymore becuase you had screwed up so many times and he no longer loved you.

"Hey, Y/N," you heard Liam call out, and you immediately wiped your eyes, feigning sleep. You heard the door creak open, and then Liam's hand was stroking your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Liam staring down at you with worry and sadness. "Love, why are you crying?"

"Liam, do you love me anymore?" you asked, not wasting any time. Liam's eyes widened comically, and he immediately scooped you up in his arms, holding you close.

"Y/N, why would you ever ask something like that? God, I love you so freaking much," he reassured, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.

"I know. I love you too. It's just that you've been sorta ignoring me lately, and we never spend a lot of time together," you sniffed. "Never mind. I'm being stupid. Night, Liam," you said, turning off your bedside light. Liam pulled you back into his chest, hugging you tightly.

"No, you're never stupid. I guess I've been so busy with work and stuff. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much though, and nothing will ever change that."

Zayn: Recently, Zayn had been coming home in a miserable state. He mumbled replies to your questions and barely spent any time around you, favoring to lock himself in the bedroom instead. This was the first time that Zayn started to act like this consistently, so you called your best friend for advice.

"What's up, Y/N? Trouble in paradise?" she joked, and you sighed.

"Actually, yes," you admitted and told her the problem you were having.

"Well, when H/B/N (Her Boyfriend's Name) gets like this, I usually give him his space. I let him be."

"Let him be?" you asked. That was completely unlike you.

"Yeah, just don't talk to him or bother him. Give him space. Works all the time for me." You thanked her and hung up, cooking dinner for Zayn before he got home from the studio. Twenty minutes later, you heard the front door open and a bag hitting the wall.

"Hey," Zayn mumbled, kissing your cheek lightly as he walked into the kitchen. You gave him a small smile before setting his plate in front of him and going into the living room to watch TV. It hurt you to leave Zayn alone when you knew he was upset, but you were only following the advice your best friend gave you.

The process continued for the rest of the night, you not talking to Zayn and trying to give him his space. Bedtime came, and you were reading in bed when suddenly your book was taken out of your hand. "Hey!" you protested.

"Are you going to break up with me?" Zayn asked you sadly, your book in one hand and his eyes trained on your face.

"What? Of course not!" you yelled, your eyes searching his face. "Why on earth would you think that?"

Zayn shrugged, sitting next to you on the bed and grabbing your hand, playing with your fingers. "You've just been quiet lately. And you didn't talk to me today. I don't know. I felt unloved," he said cutely, trying to make a joke out of your attempt to give him space.