One Direction Preferences

#75 You Read To Him

Harry: 

You were reading The Outsiders. 

"Babe?" Harry asked, but you were just getting to the part where Ponyboy was about to tell Cherry about Soda's horse, so you didn't really hear him. "Baby!" You looked up from the book. 

"What Hazz?" you asked. 

"Read to me?" You raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Soda had this buckskin horse, only it wasn't his. It belonged to a guy who kept it at the stables where Soda used to work. Mickey Mouse was Soda's horse, though. The first day Soda saw him he said, "There's my horse," and I never doubted it. I was about ten then. Sodapop is horsecrazy. I mean it. He's always hanging around stables and rodeos, hopping on a horse every time he gets a chance. When I was ten I thought that Mickey Mouse and Soda looked alike and were alike. Mickey Mouse was a dark-gold buckskin, sassy and ornery, not much more than a colt. He'd come when Soda called him. He wouldn't come for anyone else," you read. 

"How come he came for Soda, but no one else?" You shrugged, and continued. 

"That horse loved Soda. He'd stand there and chew on Soda's sleeve or collar. Gosh, but Sodapop was crazy about that horse. He went down to see him every day. Mickey Mouse was a mean horse: He kicked other horses and was always getting into trouble. "I've got me a ornery pony," Soda'd tell him, rubbing his neck," you read. 

"What's ornery mean?" Harry asked. 

"You when you have had a bad day at the studio," you told him. 

"Hey!" he pouted. You shrugged, and continued. 

""How come you're so mean, Mickey Mouse?" Mickey Mouse would just chew on his sleeve and sometimes nip him. But not hard," you read. 

"That's what she said," Harry smirked. 

"Harry Edward Styles! If you interrupt me one more time, I swear I will never read to you again!" you threatened. 

"Sorry," Harry mumbled. You nodded, and continued. 

"He may have belonged to another guy, but he was Soda's horse. Happy? Even though you interrupted me like one, two, three, four times," you said as Harry shrugged.

Liam: 

"Read me something?" Liam asked. 

"Like what?" Liam shrugged. 

"Ooh! I got just the book!" You ran to get your The Outsiders book, and turned it to where you had stopped. 

"I'd been in church before. I used to go all the time, even after Mom and Dad were gone. Then one Sunday I talked Soda into coming with Johnny and me. He didn't want to come unless Steve did, and Two-Bit decided he might as well come too. Dally was sleeping off a hangover, and Darry was working. When Johnny and I went, we sat in the back," you read. 

"Why did they sit in the back?" Liam asked. 

"One, don't interrupt, and two, I'm about to get to that. Trying to get something out of the sermon and avoiding the people, because we weren't dressed so sharp most of the time. Nobody seemed to mind, and Johnny and I really liked to go. But that day... well, Soda can't sit still long enough to enjoy a movie, much less a sermon. It wasn't long before he and Steve and Two-Bit were throwing paper wads at each other and clowning around, and finally Steve dropped a hymn book with a bang--- accidentally, of course. Everyone in the place turned around to look at us, and Johnny and I nearly crawled under the pews. And then Two-Bit waved at them," you laughed as Liam laughed with you.

Louis: 

"Want me to read to you?" Louis shrugged.

"Darry looked down and turned away silently. Suddenly I broke out of my daze. "Darry!" I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him. "Darry," I said, "I'm sorry..." He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears. "Oh, Pony, I thought we'd lost you... like we did Mom and Dad..." That was his silent fear then--- of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and knew everything was going to be okay now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay."

Niall: 

"As we walked out into the hall, we saw Johnny's mother. I knew her. She was a little woman, with straight black hair and big black eyes like Johnny's. But that was as far as the resemblance went. Johnnycake's eyes were fearful and sensitive; hers were cheap and hard. As we passed her she was saying, "But I have a right to see him. He's my son. After all the trouble his father and I've gone to to raise him, this is our reward: He'd rather see those no-count hoodlums than his own folks..." She saw us and gave us such a look of hatred that I almost backed up. "It was your fault. Always running around in the middle of the night getting jailed and heaven knows what else..." I thought she was going to cuss us out. I really did." You look to your right and see Niall asleep on your shoulder. You smile, and put your book down. You turned the lamp light off. You laid down, and covered you and Niall up. You gave Niall a goodnight kiss. 

"Love you, Princess," Niall yawned. 

"Love you too, Ni."

Zayn: 

"Doll, could you read to me?" Zayn asked. 

"Why?" Josh shrugged. 

"Just so I can hear your voice." You rolled your eyes. 

"Cheesy!" Now, it was Josh's turn to roll his eyes. 

""Soda..."--- my voice sounded weak and hoarse--- "is somebody sick?" "Yeah." His voice was oddly gentle "Go back to sleep now." An idea was slowly dawning on me. "Am I sick?" He stroked my hair. "Yeah, you're sick. Now be quiet." I had one more question. I was still kind of mixed up. "Is Darry sorry I'm sick?" I had a funny feeling that Darry was sad because I was sick. Everything seemed vague and hazy. Soda gave me a funny look. He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, he's sorry you're sick. Now please shut up, will ya, honey? Go back to sleep." I closed my eyes. I was awful tired." And that's when Zayn closed his eyes. Zayn was like Ponyboy. He was "awful tired." You looked down, and saw Zayn asleep on your lap. You smiled, raking your fingers through Zayn's hair. Zayn stired, but didn't wake up. You kissed his forehead, put your bookmark in the book, placing it on the bedside table.