#1d scenario

[happyhorann]

You Catch him doing something Dangerous..

Harry: You had always voiced your opinion on motorcycles to Harry, thinking they were dangerous and unsafe. So when pictures surfaced of Harry riding a motorcycle while he was in California, you were upset to say the least. “I told you so many times how I felt about this! How could you go behind my back and put your life at risk?” Harry was reaching for your arms to calm you down but you backed away each time. “I know, Y/N, calm down. I know how you feel and I didn’t want you to be this upset and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Your anger didn’t fade. “The point is I just wanted to try it out and I’m okay now.” “No Harry, that’s not the point! The point is you could’ve hurt yourself and I wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt!” Harry sees just how upset you are when tears come to your eyes and he starts to feel guilty. “Just promise me you’ll be careful and you’ll tell me before you get on another motorcycle?” Harry presses a kiss to your lips, not having to say any words to make his promise.

Liam: Liam was the most cautious person you had ever met. Even though he hung out with rowdy people he had always managed to stay out of trouble. You trusted him. Except one night he stumbled in after being out with his friends acting strange. You noticed his eyes were a little darker than usual and his hands were shaking. You tried to ignore it until he took off his jacket and a little packet flew out of one of the pockets and onto the floor. He scrambled to pick it up before you noticed but you beat him to it. “Liam, what is this?” You demand, shaking it in front of his face. “I don’t know,” he says, his eyes unfocused. “Drugs, really, Liam?! How could you be so stupid?” At that point you didn’t know whether to be more angry at him or the person who gave it to him. You stomp into the bathroom and he follows quickly behind you. He doesn’t try to stop you when you flush it down the toilet. “I’m sorry..I’m really sorry,” He repeats his apologies over and over. You shake your head as you lead him onto the couch in the living room. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow about this. I can’t look at you right now.” 

Niall: It was three whole weeks since you and Niall had gotten in a huge fight. There were constant fights and the last was your breaking point. You decided that you wanted to end the relationship, and that devastated Niall and made him feel so guilty. He was constantly trying to reach you, texting and calling you all hours of the day. You decided one night that you wanted to talk to him about your relationship and try and mend things, so you drove to his house. When you unlocked the front door the first thing you spotted were empty beer bottles on the counter. Thinking nothing of it, you stepped further into the house and called his name. When you got no response, you trudged up the stairs into his bedroom. You finally found Niall, lying on his bed with empty bottles of liquor surrounding him. He was barely conscious and his shirt was dirtied with his own vomit. “Niall!” You ran to him and pulled his phone out of his pocket to dial the emergency number. “Niall, why did you do this?!” His breathing was unsteady and he didn’t move a muscle. Niall was always one to drink away his problems, but it had never gone this far. “Please be okay,” you whispered, tears coming down your face. 

 Louis: “Are you insane?” you yell, throwing your hands up. Louis throws out his own arms to defend himself, but you keep ranting. “What if you had gotten caught, huh? God, Lou-” Louis interrupts you, chuckling, “Babe, we were just messing around, it’s alright. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You took a deep breath and replayed the scene in your head over and over. You both were at the mall with Niall and Harry and they dared Louis to steal something from the store you were in. Luckily, you had seen your own boyfriend slide very expensive sunglasses into one of his bags. When you pointed out the fact that you and the cameras both witnessed his felony he turned pale. You roll your eyes and turn away from him after you are sure he returned the sunglasses. “Oh, c’mon love, don’t give me the cold shoulder!” He catches up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, already feeling the guilt. 

sorry Lou’s is kinda dumb im not much of a dangerous person :/ thanks for the request, enjoy xx

[happyhorann]

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[thedeniallriver]

Which signs are compatible with which boy

Harry: Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn.

Liam: Gemini, Libra and Aquarius.

Niall: Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces.

Louis: Aries, Leo and Sagittarius.

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Which element each of the boys would be

Harry: Fire. Full of passion but don't get too close, you might get burned.

Liam: Earth. Dependable enough to build a house on and start a family.

Niall: Air. Goes with the flow but also can get whipped into quite a frenzy.

Louis: Dad. Congratulations Louis.

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Which supernatural creature each of the boys would be:

Harry: Mermaid. Flirty, with eyes you could swim in and constantly luring unsuspecting persons to death/into massive crushes on him.

Liam: Ghost. Reserved, soulful and mature beyond his years.

Louis: Fairy. Mischievous, playful, and a little bit insane/gay.

Niall: Elf. Carefree, equal parts humorous and caring with an elvish grin.

Zayn: Vampire. Cool, calm, mysterious and with a jawline to kill/die for.

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Preference #3 - Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco

A/N: Any feedback is welcomed c: I'll also do any requests x 

Listen to the song here x

Harry:

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? He-eyy Out the back door Goddamn But I love her anyway

His eyes were wide open, feeling the soft puff of her breath on the inside of his neck. His arm was wound around her waist, and he couldn't help but realize how nice this was. He was half-way to falling back to sleep, when the sharp shrill of a phone ringing jerked him awake. "Sorry," She murmured, shifting away to pick up the phone. She spoke in hushed tones, before maneuvering herself out of his arms. "Where are you going?" He mumbled. "I've gotta go.." She turned, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he frowned. "So soon?" He asked, pushing himself to a sitting position, the blanket falling to his waist. She slipped out of bed, pulling on her clothes. "I'll take the back door, H, so the paps don't see. I'll be back tomorrow." She promised, grabbing her phone and bag, walking out. Harry sighed to himself as soon as she left, thinking he loved her more than she'd ever love him.

Niall:

Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark No one knows it's you Miss Jackson Found another victim But no one's gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson

Everytime her and Niall wind up in his bedroom, bodies intertwined, he promises himself it'll be the last time. He hated waking up to the empty sheets the next morning, finding a cup of stone-cold tea and a small sticky-note, with a red lipstick stain pressed onto it. There'd be no other evidence she was here, no other marks. It was if everyone he spoke to about her swore up and down that she was no good, stringing him along only to break his heart later on. He'd dwell on them for a little it, but then she'd come over and smile that smile and he'd forget about those thoughts until later. It was like she was a drug, and he needed more and more and more of her. She had him under a spell, and no matter what people said, he'd still do whatever she wanted. It was so wrong, but it was so right.

Louis:

A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud, A face like heaven catching lighting in your nightgown, But back away from the water, babe, you might drown- The party isn't over tonight

It was too hard to ignore the past. She promised him she was unstable, not good for him. She swore her past would come in between them someday, and he only shook his head and pressed his lips to hers. She was unpredictable, like a storm and he was enamored by her. When things got particularly bad, he'd pull her close and whisper that he'd save her from anything and everything. Sometimes, he'd get a small peck or he'd get a sharp chuckle and a, "I think it's time I learn to save myself." She was so beautiful, a force to be reckoned with and wow - Louis hopes that this is just the beginning. He may be playing with fire, but he didn't mind being burned.

Liam:

You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out But we're so lucky, Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down Looking for the time of your life

Her. That's all he could think of. She seemed to be everywhere, a simple word brought the memory of her perfume or the way her lips formed over words. It wasn't supposed to mean anything, but after a few nights, how was it supposed to? It was a constant circle, a pattern. She'd be gone for a week or two, before returning back to him. He was slowly adjusting, letting her be with him until she left. She would always come back, and he'd always be there waiting for her. He was absolutely loyal to her, and he only hoped she would be just as loyal to him.

Zayn: 

Way down 'til the fire finally dies out You've got 'em wrapped around your finger Watch 'em fall down There's something beautiful and tragic in the fallout Let me say it one more time

She could capture the attention of anyone. When she walked in, it's like everyone stopped to look at her. It was like a commotion had started when she had been seen with him. Everyone was asking questions about who she was, what she was doing with him and f he knew exactly what he was getting himself in to. He knew, of course. He wasn't blind. He knew that every boy she had been with so far was still wrapped around her finger, anyone who met her became wrapped around her finger almost instantly. She had that charm, to make you love her and hate her at the same time. Zayn swore to himself he wouldn't fall in love, because she wasn't the kind that would let you love her.

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#134: He's confronted with one of his fears [requested]

A/N: There's a language warning on this one. It's for Louis'.

Liam: Your friends are hosting a small gathering at their house and you brought Liam along as your 'plus one'. You're sitting around the outdoor fire pit and talking with one of your friends while roasting a marshmallow on a stick with the fire pit. You don't notice Liam's tense posture as he leans against his chair and tries to push his chair back as far away as the fire pit without bringing attention to his actions. "(Y/N)! Can you pop inside for a while and help me with the cake?" one of your friends asks from inside the house. "Yeah sure" you call back, getting up from your chair. "Babe, can you continue roasting the marshmallow?" you ask him, holding out the stick for him to take. He frowns, reluctantly taking the stick from you. "Is everything okay?" you ask, noticing his odd behaviour. "Umm" he starts, looking at the fire. "I'm just not comfortable dealing with fire...after the incident with Andy last year and all" he confesses to you, running his fingers through his hair. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Liam." you reply, shaking your head as you quickly take the stick from him, placing it on the side table. "Do you want to come help me with the cake instead?" you ask him, giving him a supportive smile. He chuckles and nods, taking your hand as you walk towards the house together.

Zayn: "The water's fine, babe. Are you sure you don't want to take a dip?" you ask him from the water. He paces around the deck of the sailboat, looking out at you floating in the ocean. His arms are crossed against his chest and he looks uncomfortable. "Nah. I'm not really feeling it right now, babe" you hear him say, his voice faltering with each syllable. "Suit yourself" you reply, paddling away from the sailboat. "He's not fond of water. Especially deep water like this" Liam whispers to you, explaining Zayn's behaviour and attitude. "Really?" you frown, wondering why this was the first you heard about it. "He probably didn't tell you because he didn't want you to worry" Liam guesses, as he swims out to join the rest of the boys and crew. "Hey Liam" you call out, before swimming back to the boat, "thanks for telling me". "What's wrong, (Y/N)? Why aren't you swimming?" Zayn asks you when he sees you climbing the ladder on to the boat. "I wanted to spend the time with you" you wink at him, as he chuckles and wraps a towel around your shivering body.

Niall: Your hand drops to hold his once you realise that the lift halts to a sudden stop. Your fingers lace through his and you begin tracing soft circles with your thumb on his skin to calm him. "Babe, it'll be fine." you whisper in his ear, so that the rest of the people packed in the stuck elevator don't overhear. His grip on your hand tightens and his hands become clammy. "Take deep breaths" you suggest to him. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, shifting you to stand in front of him. You hear him sigh as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. "Can't wait until this is over" he mumbles against your skin. You place a hand over one of his, gently squeezing it to let him know that you understand. "We'll be out of here soon" you assure him.

Harry: "OH MY GOD" you hear Harry yell from the dressing room the boys shared. The initial outburst is followed by thuds and clanging as items fall on to the floor. "Harry! Don't move away. You made your hair worse!" you see Lou scold Harry as you walk into the dressing room curious as to what had happened. "GET IT OFF ME. ARGH." Harry yells, his body completely frozen as he stares at the small spider on his torso. You slowly walk towards him, bending down to inspect the creature stuck on his shirt. "It doesn't look poisonous, but just stand still." you inform him, as you grab a magazine off the side table and roll it up. "Just stay still, okay babe?" you tell him, as he stared at you with dread in his eyes. You whack the rolled magazine at the spider, causing Harry to slightly flinch at the contact. You see it fall on to the ground and quickly disappear under one of the chairs. "(Y/N), wher-where did it go?" Harry nervously asked, fear still evident in his tone. You shrug, as you hand him the rolled magazine.

Louis: "Have you seen Louis?" you ask Zayn, as you place the leftovers of Louis' birthday cake in a container. "Yeah, last time I saw him he was in the garden" he gestures towards the back, before taking a swig of his beer. "Okay thanks. Oh, and tell Perrie that her apple pie was delicious" you call back, as you walk towards the garden. You see Louis sitting on the patio, his back facing you as he looks out at the lawn with a drink in his hand. "Hey there. What's the birthday boy doing here alone?" you say, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. He shrugs. "You want to talk about it?" you ask, walking around to sit on the chair next to him. He sighs, followed by silence as he looks at you with his lips pursed, until all you hear is a whispered "I'm 23, (Y/N)". "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" you frown, confused where he's going with the discussion. "It's all moving too fast. I'm 23 now but next thing you know, I blink and it's my 60th birthday. I want things to go slower. I don't want to grow up" he explains, staring at his feet. "What makes you scared of growing older?" you question him. "I guess...I feel like...I don't know. I just don't want to look back at my life when I'm 60 and realise I've fucked it all up." You reach out to hold his hand. "Louis, that's impossible. You're doing what you've always dreamt about doing since a child, and you're great at it. You should be one of the last people to worry about wasting your life, because, if anything, you're making the most out of it." you state, causing him to look up at you and slowly smile. "Now, let's get back inside and celebrate your birthday" you reply, pulling him up and dragging him inside.

[canyonmoonss]

Preference #2 - Rain 

A/N: Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Harry: The rain hit the roof in a constant motion, never varying much from the speed it had started out at. His arms were wound around your waist, blankets draped across the room as you looked at the television screen. You tucked your head under his chin, the movie playing as he sighed quietly, moving so that he could press a kiss to the crown of your head. Even as the credits rolled, both of you didn't bother to change the movie, content in sitting in silence with eachother, the only sound coming from the rain.

Niall: He bounded in through the door, rain dripping from his soaked clothes. "I'm home," He called through the house, shrugging out of his wet coat as he started toward the bedroom. "Niall?" You ask, peering out of the bedroom, folding some of the laundry you had done earlier. "Niall, you're soaked!" You say, once he had come into your view. "It's stormin' so bad out there," He frowned, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his pants. "Well, go take a warm shower, Ni. Don't want you getting sick on me." You smile, reaching to pick up the wet clothes off the floor. Niall gave you a grin, pecking your lips before scampering off to the bathroom.

Louis: "Louis, no." You shook your head, staring at the pouring rain. "It'll be fun, babe." He grinned, reaching for your hands. "It's pouring,' You protested once more, before he yanked you out into the downpour. He settled a hand on your waist, both of you soaked within seconds of being out in the rain. "May I have this dance?" He asked, a certain sparkle in his eye. "If you must." You rolled your eyes playfully and he grinned even wider, both of you beginning to twirl around in the torrential downpour, soaking and laughing and happy.

Zayn: Talk. That's what the two of you did while it rained. The rain had a calming effect on both of you, your head on his chest as his fingers drew lazy circles on your arm. 'I think,' He mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you both. You looked up, meeting his eyes. "I think I'd really like to keep you." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair as a small smile graced your lips. "Think I'd like to keep you, too." You whispered, burying your face into his bare chest.

Liam: His gripped your hips, holding you down on the bed. His mouth worked hungrily at a small patch of skin on your neck, as you let out soft moans, when he sucked at just the right spot. Your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he reached for the edge of your shirt, gently lifting it up and tossing it off of you. His lips ghost over your collarbones, as the rain pitter patters against the window. Soon, both of your moans drown out the sound of the rain.