one direction preferences / imagines

"you make me happy"

Liam: The music was loud, and you could feel your body vibrate with the beat of the song. Your back was pressed close against Liam as the two of you swayed with the noise coming from the speaker in the middle of the dance floor. You felt Liam's warm breath on your ear as he leaned his head down and whispered, "You make me happy." all while never ceasing to dance. You turned yourself around and looped your arms behind his head, pulling his face down to yours. "You make me happy too," your lips brushed against his as your hips moved in sync with his. You and Liam fit together perfectly, knowing each other's rhythms.

Harry: "Tell me I make you happy," Harry said to you. The two of you were sitting in a private booth at a snazzy little bar. Harry had had a few drinks and was borderline drunk, which meant it was honesty hour. Harry always got truthful and inquisitive when he's had a few drinks in his system. "Why?" you laughed as he slurred his words, his eyes drooping because the several drinks he's had. "Sometimes, I think you're not happy because of all the mean paps and fangirls. They're so mean to you, and I don't like it. I can see that it bothers you too, and I want you to be happy with me. I don't want to be a cause of misery for you," he confessed before continuing on. "I need to know that I make you happy and not sad. Come on, little one. Tell me I make you happy." You were taken aback by his honest confession. You never knew he worried about you like that, and knowing that now honestly meant a lot to you. He cared about you more than he let on sometimes, and you were happy that his drunk self revealed that. "You make me happy," you complied to his request. A drunken mess, he smiled widely and pulled you into his side.

Zayn: You and Zayn were sitting together in a seat on the balcony of his apartment, his fingers running through your hair. Your head rested against his chest, moving slightly with his stable breathing. You loved moments like this where the two of you were alone, relaxed, and just enjoying one another's company. It was quiet, and the sun was nearly done setting when the peaceful silence was broken. "You make me happy," he spoke truthfully. "You honestly do... You make me really really happy." Upon his words, your cheeks instantly flushed rose, excited by the fact that you were a source of joy for him. "You make me happy too," you admitted, snuggling back closer to him. He kissed the top of your head and then whispered, "I'm glad you're in my life. You're just what I needed. Before you, I felt lonely even though I was surrounded by girls and people all the time, but it wasn't the same. I was empty. You filled me up. I'm grateful for that and for you. You just... You make me really fucking happy."

Niall: "You make me happy," you chimed at Niall, the two of you walking hand and hand down a street in Ireland, looking for the bakery he always bragging about. He chuckled. "I have that effect on everyone," he puckered his lips and cocked his head to the side obnoxiously. You shoved him and laughed at his mock arrogance. "Oh, hush up!" You and Niall walked several more feet before either of you spoke again. "So, I make you happy, you say?" he asked seriously. You turned your head and looked at him to see that he was already looking at you. You nodded. "You make me happy too, you know," he answered, tugging on your hand to stop you from walking. He then placed both of his hands on your hips and turned you so that the front of your body was facing his, just mere inches from contact. He moved one of his hands and wrapped it around the back of your neck, leaning down to kiss you.

Louis: "Why do you like me?" Louis asked as the two of you were sitting on his couch, playing yet another game of FIFA. You eyes didn't leave the screen as you continued to press on the buttons of the controller, trying your best to beat him. "What do you mean?" you asked, your tongue held between your lips as you tried to focus on the game. "You're so much more mature and smarter than I am. You could be with some lawyer or CEO if you wanted to, but you're with me. Why?" Louis asked, pressing pause on the game and turning his body towards you. You set the controller down on the table and turned your body towards his as well, crossing your legs on the couch. You shrugged your shoulder. "I like you because you bring out the best in me. I was all serious before I met you, and I forget what it was like to relax and have fun and play games and be silly." You motioned to the TV where the video game was paused. "And I like you because you make me happy," you added. Louis smiled and said, "That's all I needed to hear. Now pick up your controller again, so I can kick your ass."