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Picture Preference #16: He tweets an airport picture.

Harry:

Harry had been away for almost two months finishing up promo work etc for Made In The AM. You were both finding it really tough to be apart for a long period of time. One day, you decided you were sick of being upset and without him so you booked a flight and within hours you were sitting in the airport, ready to see him. You decided to send him a picture to let him know you were on your way, so he could make sure he wasn’t busy. Within seconds, he was calling to ask if it was an April Fool’s prank or if you were really coming. “It’s November Harry.” “Oh yeah, sorry.”

Liam:

You had been away for your final year of college. You hadn’t seen Liam in a few months, since the last time he flew out to visit you for a few days. The plan was always for you to fly straight home after you finished your final exams and you could get back to normality. But, your mother fell sick  and you had to go to help your father look after her. You postponed your flight and now, a couple of weeks later you were finally home! You scanned the airport for Liam and that’s when you saw him standing there with a huge smile and outstretched arms. You ran to him, not caring if anybody was looking. You jumped into his arms, hugging him tighter than ever before. “I’ve missed you so much.” he whispered, and the two of you just stayed like that for a while without a care in the world. 

Louis:

It was really rare that you and Louis could both get time off work at the same time. So, when you did, you made the most of it. The two of you had both gotten a three week break and so you decided to  spend two of those weeks away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. You both wanted to just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else. You booked flights to Bora Bora and the next day, you were on your way. You couldn’t wait to spend this time with Louis and to see Bora Bora, as you’d never been. “Whats it like Lou?” “Very very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, love.”

 Niall:

It was your birthday in a couple of days and Niall wanted to do something nice for you. You got home from work the day before to find a note on the bed. “Hey love! You’re probably wondering what this is all about. Well, it’s your birthday in a few days (which you obviously know), but I have to go to Santorini to spend a few days there with a very gorgeous woman!! Suppose you could come along, GET PACKING!!!” You couldn’t hold in your excitement and started dancing around the room while trying to find things to pack. You didn’t sleep that night, and chose to sleep on the plane instead, since you had to be at the airport for 2. Niall had other ideas, and had been in bed since 8 that evening. You woke him up, much to his disappointment and you made your way to the airport. Niall couldn’t fathom how you looked fresh as a daisy while he felt like he was going to die inside from sleep derivation. “You really haven’t lost that much sleep Niall!” you told him, to which he just muttered incomprehensible noises. “Oh yeah, you know that you’re the girl I was talking about on the note, right?” he mumbled around an hour later, finally starting to perk up.

Author’s Note: 

Hi guys! I’ve been gone for so so long. I just never really felt like writing anymore, but today i got the inspiration to start again and I just decided to go for it. SO I’M BAAACKKKK!!! I’m not even sure if anybody will see this preference, or care enough to read it anymore, but I hope my followers see and love it! Thank you guys for always staying here, and sticking by me. I’ve been speaking to a lot of you, THANK YOU for being so kind lovelies<3 Anyways, request,request,request! As always, I love you all and my inbox is always there if you want to talkk! Let me know what you think xo

~Cloe x

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#Eighty-Seven - A Little Privacy, Please

Anonymous requested: “Can you make a preference where someone walks on you two?”

A.N. I just watched The Best of Me & For A Good Time, Call... They were so good like o m fucking g

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| Niall |

“Why’re you wearing no underwear?” I hoisted {Y/N} up on the counter of the dressing room. I pulled her closer to me by her thighs as she tightly wrapped them around me. Leaning back on her hands as she smirked, almost cutting her eyes.

“We could say -” she looked at the door and back as me slowly, “I forgot them?” I cute little shrug of the shoulders led her to hesitating to press her lips to mine. I kissed her back feeling her tongue line my lips. I rubbed her back softly, hearing commotion outside the dressing room as usual.

I hadn’t seen {Y/N} in months and since her own work brought her here. When I saw her all I could think about was having alone time with her. I smiled into our kiss, feeling my body heat up as her body got closer to mine. I heard the door open and in the mirror behind {Y/N} was Louis smirking and apologizing.

“Sorry you two!” He chuckled, closing the door - you could still hear his little snarky laugh down the hallway.

| Liam |

I felt Liam step into the shower after I had begun washing my body. He wrapped his arms around me, sighing after he laid his head on my shoulder. I rinsed off my front half, turning around and pulling Liam right under the faucet. He kissed me, his lips tasting of the water from the faucet. The shower was completely glass, I could barely see out from the inside it was so foggy. I pushed Liam down to the seat that had the same tile as the rest of the shower.

He smirked, holding his hands on my hips. I climbed on top of him, softly taking his cock and sinking down - my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I held his shoulders, moving up and down slowly and getting a rhythmic pace going. I moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up slowly but surely. I moved a hand to the wall behind Liam and scratched my nails against it. Liam and I had just had morning sex but enough is never too much.

“Oh god..” Liam moaned, pressing his head against the wall I had my hand on. He gripped my hips tightly when we both heard the bathroom door open but we didn’t pay it any attention.

“Oh my lord. I am so sorry. I brought those shirts by, I’ll see you two later.” Then the door closed and Liam was blushing hard.

“Thanks.” He chuckled, smiling - embarrassed.

| Louis |

“No luck.” I threw the tenth pregnancy test in the trash as Louis frowned. “All month and nothing? Starting to think there might be something wrong.”

“I don’t think so. It just takes time  darlin’.” Louis shrugged as he watched me mess with things in the bathroom to distract myself. I knew that it wasn’t just going to happen the time I wanted it to. I turned to him and crossed my arms.

“Your anger turns me on.” Louis said with a straight face surprisingly. I shimmied my dress off my shoulders and down my legs with my underwear. His straight face turned to a smirk and he shifted in the chair I always did my makeup in.

I walked over to him, pulling him with me into the bedroom. He removed his shirt and pulled me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. “Hi love.” He hummed, smiling widely. We began kissing, our hands connecting next to our heads.

“He’s not going to say that Harry, that’s a fucking joke!” Liam cursed. Louis and I stopped, looking up at the door that opened as did Louis. The both looked at each other then at me with a questionable look. “Thought you wouldn’t be back till tonight?” I was taken back by this statement. “The two looked at Louis and he rolled his eyes, kissing me hard. The boys laughed and walked out, closing the door behind them.

| Harry |

“Uh, uh,” Harry moaned loudly as I orgasmed above him, nibbling as his neck softly. “Damn.” Harry let out a huge breath, watching me ride him - orgasming with a loud grunt.

“Fuck it.” I leaned back, placing my hands back on his legs and going straight for it. I felt like my pussy was going to explode. I glanced at the clock, it being an hour later than I expected it to be. Harry leaned up, holding me as I kept moving. Holding him by the shoulders and moaning into his ear. “I love you.” I looked at him before we slowly pressed our lips together.

“I love you too.” He rolled me onto my back and thrusted hard. I kicked the covers off of us and both of us were sweaty and fucking and I couldn’t tell you what was really going through my head.

I heard something downstairs but forgot about it about two seconds later when Harry pulled out, myself turning onto my back as he pushed in, pulling me back slowly. I moaned into the sheets, grabbing them with my hands tightly. A loud knock came upon the door but Harry kept going, the door opening a few seconds later.

“God damn it really.” Then the door closed hard.

| Zayn |

I’d never really done anything with anyone before and going into this relationship with Zayn was scary enough. Nothing was too fast, everything was the perfect pace. I saw myself falling into a good, healthy routine. Zayn being ambitious and the man he is had never seemed more okay with taking things slowly.

“I thought you hated chapstick?” Zayn asked, pulling his lips off mine as I made us dinner which I had never tried before. Surprise surprise.

“I do. Why would you ask that?” I looked at him as he laughed sweetly.

“Your lips taste like cherries.” He kissed my lips, slower than before. Pressing his chest to mine and pulling me by the hip to him. My heart warmed with every second it lasted longer.

“I guess it must be natural.” I moved my hair behind my ears and kissed him again. Never before having loved being with someone so much.

We kept kissing but kept it under control. When Liam, one of Zayn’s old friends walked in, leaning against the counter. “What happened to this being slow?” He motioned between us.

“We’re just kissing.” I sighed sweetly, looking at Zayn. His lips were red as he smiled at me and then looked to Liam.

“More like shoving his tongue down your throat.” Liam made a fake sound as if he were throwing up and I just rolled me eyes - Zayn’s smile still prominent.

“We’re gonna have to hide the key from him now.”

[the-ashes-of-the-phoenix]

I’m honestly so touched by the whole Believe In Magic Ball project that’s going on tonight. Those little angels have been through too much pain for someone their age, they’ve seen and heard and been through things that no child should have to, and still, there they are, smiling and dancing and having a great night, all because a kind hearted human being decided to take the money and throw them an actual ball that looks like it just came out of a fairytale

About Louis, you can tell me about the drug scandal, the baby, tell me he can’t sing, tell me whatever the hell you want to, believe in whatever rumors you want to, but don’t you dare tell me he’s doing this for fame, don’t you dare tell me he’s heart isn’t huge, because someone who does what he’s doing right now can not be (and most certainly isn’t) a bad person.

I’m really happy, and proud and quite emotional, and I do hope all the little princes and princesses are having an amazing time at the Ball, and I hope it is a night that will give them and their parents the hope and the courage they need to face the worst days.

Way to go!

[onedirectionprefs1]

#29 Stockholm Syndrome (Requested)

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Harry: You weren’t miserable. You were never exactly miserable. But you are not happy in the slightest. You knew there were other girls that he cared about more than you. The late nights, with you curled up all alone in your bed that you thought you would be sharing with him. And whenever you asked he would get angry with you, telling you that you were getting upset over nothing, and being stupid. So one day, you finally got up the strength to tell him that you were leaving. 

“Harry, I’m going back home. I’m not staying here with you anymore, bring all those other girls back here now,” you state, with the door slamming behind you.

And you thought that he didn’t care. That he was happy you had chosen to leave. That was, until you heard a soft knock on the door of your mum’s house. You had been staying there for a few days, and it still hurt you to even think about Harry. You opened the door slowly, wearing sweats and your brother’s hoodie, your hair pulled up in a bun, a few strands falling around your face.

“Y/N I’m sorry darling, I’m so sorry,” Harry says first, his green eyes seeming to be wet with tears as he steps in and wraps his arms around your fragile body. “Please forgive me Y/N, I love you so so much, I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner” he mumbles, tucking his face into your hair and squeezing you tight to his body.

Liam: “God, Y/N, could you just shut it for a second?” Liam groans and rolls over in the bed, turning away from you. He had been doing this a lot recently. Every single time that you brought up anything about loving him and saying you loved him before you went to sleep he would shut you down and stay silent. It had gotten to the point where you honestly weren’t sure if he loved you or not at all. Maybe he was just living with you because he didn’t have anywhere else to go. You would always turn over after he did, blinking away tears and taking hours to fall asleep, knowing that it only took him seconds. You would promise yourself the next time that you would say something to him. That would would tell him off, but it was so hard.

The following night, of course, was a repeat of the night before, and the night before, and all the nights before. And for some reason, tonight, you snapped. “You know what, Li? If you don’t love me then why are you here? Why don’t you just leave!” You end up screaming at him, tears already dripping out of your eyes. He quickly sits up, shirtless, as he always is when he sleeps, and crinkles up his face, not wasting a moment before grabbing your body and pulling you into his lap. “I do love you,” he soothes and moves his hands through your hair gently. “I do.”

Louis: Louis was the funny one; the one who cracked jokes 24/7 and did literally joke about everything. For a little, it didn’t bother you. You would brush off his little comments about your clothes and your makeup because you knew that he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt you. But eventually, it got to be too much. You had never before told him how much it bothered you, but you snapped that second he made some silly comment about the way that you laughed. 

“Could you just fuck off for a second, Lou?” You nearly yell, causing him to jump, completely startled. “It hurts, you know? Whenever you joke about everything about me? It hurts Lou.” You state and turn your back to him, storming to your bedroom, assuming that he was thinking you were being ridiculous and stupid. 

Then, you felt a hand grab your arm and stop you in your tracks. “Hey,” you hear his soft voice in a whisper as he steps towards you. “Sweetheart,” he mumbles, a frown evident on his usually smiling face. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, taking your cheeks gently in his palms. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he states, again with a frown, and spends the rest of the day trying to make it all up to you.

Niall: Niall liked to go out. Which was fine, but he went out ALL the time. He would maybe stay in once a week if you were lucky. It’s not that you wanted to sit at home all the time and not do anything, but you didn’t want to go out every night, and honestly most nights, Niall didn’t even seem to want you to go out with him. You didn’t know if there was another girl or something like that, but of course you had your suspicions. Whenever you asked, his smile would fade and he would shrug, saying “Yeah, sure, I guess,” and then get all annoyed when you took any longer than five minutes to get ready.

One night, of course whilst it was your time of the month, you were curled up on the couch, a blanket covering your body and a chocolate bar wrapper on the coffee table. Niall walked into the main room, wearing skinny jeans, and a coat, and walks up to you. “I’m going out, might not be back ‘till late,” he shrugs and grabs a beer out of the fridge before he leaves. “Ni, do you think maybe you could stay in tonight?” she whisper, your voice soft, almost so soft that you weren’t sure if he could hear you. “What Y/N?” you hear and you sit up a little. “Niall, I just want you to stay home for one god damn night,” you sigh, trying to breath away the tears. “I want you to stay home, and lay on the couch with me and eat pizza and cuddle me because thats what boyfriends are supposed to do,” your voice rises just a little and you see him frown for a moment and then set down his beer. He silently comes back to the couch, takes off his coat, and sits down beside you. “Okay, princess, okay,” he whispers and kicks off his shoes, laying behind you and spooning you. “I’m sorry, my lovely, so sorry,” he mumbles.

Zayn: You hated that you loved him so much. You loved him so much and you knew he didn’t treat you right. The pictures would come out of him going out with other girls. Of course they were never touching or kissing so it’s not like you could prove that he was cheating, but you just knew. The worst part, though, was that you couldn’t leave. You loved him too much and it would kill you inside that you were so weak. You really didn’t know what to do.

Then, finally, a photo came out. A photo of him, kissing some girl in the back of a club. It was dark, blurry too, but it was real and you knew it. When you saw it, Zayn was at the studio, recording some new song that he wanted you to hear, but you didn’t care about that anymore. You needed to leave. Now. You ran upstairs and grabbed the only suitcase that you could find, and pack only things that were necessary, before sprinting downstairs, sobbing. You were a wreck. You swing open the door and nearly scream, still crying, as you run straight into Zayn. he quickly grips your shoulders and looks nearly as distraught as you did, but you couldn’t figure out why he cared so much.

“Let me go!” You scream, trying to walk past him, but he was stronger than you, and you quickly gave up, collapsing to the ground. You curl into a ball and sob quietly, as you feel arms lift you up and carry you back inside. “I know I fucked up,” he whispers. “I know I did, and I’m so sorry, I know it’s all wrong, but I really love you, and I’m going to try and do better,” he rambles, unsure if you could hear him, but you could.

[onedirectionprefs1]

#28 The Song He Sings You (Four)

Harry: 18. This song was the essence of you two exactly. Although now you both were much older than 18, you had known each other for many years previously. You were never sure if he really had loved you for so long, even while you were simply friends, but you were sure that he loved you now.

Niall: Fools Gold. Niall would always pull out his guitar on late nights, or late on lazy mornings that you two would share, and quietly strum the chords. He would sometimes hum, sometimes actually sing the lyrics, but regardless, he always meant it when he sang that he got lost in your beauty.

Liam: Illusion. Liam had actually written this song for you as a matter of fact. Therefore, you knew that every single word was honest and directed towards you. It was funny how you typically did feel that being with him was too good to be true, but for him, it was completely real.

Louis: No Control. Every single time that you attended one of the concerts, Louis would make sure that he could be staring at you all throughout this song. You would of course be blushing the entire time, but he meant every word, because you absolutely drove him mad.

Zayn: Fireproof. He liked the soothing melody that this song brought up. And you also loved it because when he said that nobody loved you like he did, you were quite sure of it. You knew that you two were both actually fireproof, and loved each other more than anything.

[niallisdope-blog]

4: He Instagrams you on Valentines Day

(Not my pictures)

Niall:

"My fine little valentine"

Harry:

"Love"

Louis:

"Ditto"

Liam:

"Love this little lady"

Zayn:

"Happy anniversary and valentines day to my wild child" 

[niallisdope-blog]

3: Sweet moments

Niall:

You sat in the tub surrounded by bubbles as he lit candles all around you, watching you silently relax. “Are you happy?” He silently asked you making sure not to interrupt your serenity. You looked over at him through the bubbles and replied, “Yeah, it’s scary being this happy, it just never lasts.” “Well then were just going to have to make it last then won’t we.” You laughed at him at him as you gathered a handful of bubbles and blew them at his face. “Ahh c’mon now, don’t play like that.” You continued to blow bubbles on him as you giggled and he let out loud chuckles. “Okay, so that’s how it’s going to be fine, two can play at that game darlin’.” He too grabbed bubbles and you two laughed and played with the soapy suds until you sat up, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in with you. You let out an enormous laugh as he fell on top of you, fully clothed, overflowing the tub onto the bathroom floor. He leaned over the edge to survey the damage and then groaned as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “You’re cleaning that up, you know that right?” You lifted his head from your shoulder, looking deep into his eyes and leaned in to passionately kiss him on the lips. “Whatever you say babe.”

Harry:

“Let’s go for a drive” You suggested as you were sitting upon Harry’s kitchen counter. He turned around to face you and slowly he began to walk towards you ending up between your legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his big hands engrossed the sides of your stomach. “And where should we go on this drive?” He asked. “Wherever, as long as I’m with you I’ll be happy.” You replied. He spun around quickly and you hopped on his back grabbing the keys on the way out. You had no determined destination, but you liked that. With Harry you felt as if anything could happen. You drove for about an hour and a half, ending up down a forest trail leading to a secluded bay. You two sat on the shore in silence for a while just taking in the scenery. Finally you stood up, taking off your jacket, “Let’s go in.” “Where?” He answered. “The water!” “No way you’re not serious. You know how cold it is in there?” He said, still sat on the shore as he watched you undress until you were in your panties and bra. “Scared?” You giggled as you turned around to wade into the frigid water. “You’re crazy.” You finally made it about elbow deep when you turned around to face him and then finally dunking your head underwater. You swam back towards shore, stepping out of the water as he waited there with a blanket big enough for the both of you to dry you off. You finally got dressed again, this time wearing his bulky jacket to keep you just as warm. He pulled you under his arm as you walked back to the car to head back home.

Louis:

It was your birthday and the only person you wanted to spend it with was Louis. He had come over to your quaint apartment to be with you, no interruptions, no distractions. He had made you dinner finished off with dessert and now it was time for presents. You two had somehow found a comfortable spot in your living room next to the coffee table. Your legs wrapped around his waist, face to face with each other. “Happy birthday baby.” He said as he reached around his back pulling out a small box. You squealed as you took it from him, carefully opening it to reveal what was inside. You gently pulled out two mini giraffe figurines. “Do you like them?” You looked at the figurines and then to him. “It’s you and me.” You held each one in your hand as you made each one peck up the side of his face, bringing your arms around his head and leaning into kiss him. “I love them, they’re perfect.” You two sat in that position getting caught up in each other for the rest of the night.

Liam:

Liam and you were partners in crime. That was a fact. You were both down for each other to the point where other people were concerned. You two were on vacation in California, Venice to be exact. The atmosphere was too beautiful to take in. The craziness of the boardwalk long forgotten when you two finally made it down to the water. You threw on your wetsuits and made you way into the Pacific, surfing the waves and cheering each other on whenever the other one caught a wave. When the sun was finally setting you made your way back up the sand and towards the bonfire pit you two had reserved for yourselves. Bundling up under a blanket, you two rested upon the sand, gazing up at the stars. “I never imagined my life could be this great, until I met you.” You murmured into his ear. “This is it for me, when I look at you, I feel like I’m going to combust because I love you so much. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” He rolled sideways to hover over your body, hands on either side of your face “I still can’t believe your all mine. I don’t want anything to every change between us, you got that?” He said as his pointer finger wiggled toward your nose. “Never.” You replied as he leaned down to kiss the girl of his dreams.

Zayn:

You two had met on Valentine’s Day last year and from that moment you two spotted each other, you both knew there was no turning back. You complimented each other well. He was shy and you were outgoing, but one thing is for sure, you kept each other wild. “I think it’s pretty obvious I’m slowly becoming obsessed with you.” He said to you one night after you two got together for dinner. You two had this crazy chemistry and got along so well it was as if you were destined to be together. It was so natural and organic the way you two fell in love. “Well, as it turns out I’m pretty wild about you too.” You said winking at him. “We should do something crazy tonight.” He said. “Like what?” “Let’s go get tattoos.” You didn’t even have to answer, you grabbed his hand and raced toward the door. When you got to the tattoo shop, you both kind of knew what you guys wanted. An hour later you both walked out hand in hand with your new ink. His reading “I’ll keep you wild” on his index finger and yours reading “keep me wild” on your index finger.

[niallisdope-blog]

2: You run away with him

Niall:

You and Niall had a history together. No matter what you two went through or where you were in your own lives, you always found a way back to each other. It wasn’t the healthiest of relationships, but it was inevitable that you two would somehow end up back together.  He pulled you into him, hands on either cheek, as you brought your hands to his forearms. “I’m scared, what if this doesn’t end up working out, what are we going to do then huh?” You said. He had shown up to your door around 11:30 at night a little buzzed from earlier in the night, begging for you to leave the city with him. He leaned his forehead into yours, preparing his argument in his head to get you to come with him. “C’mon baby, we’ve talked about this before. Just you and me out in the world, no one telling us what to do. It’ll be like a fucking dream.” Your gaze veered away from his eyes and down to both of your feet. “I just don’t know Niall.” “Hey hey hey.” He lifted your head back up to meet his and brushed a strand of hair behind your right ear. “Isn’t that all a part of the adventure though? Not knowing what’s going to happen next? Look I love you okay; I want to spend this time, right now with only you. Please just come with me, please.” How could you say no to that face, his deep blue eyes gazing into yours. You knew it was a risky decision, but in that moment you knew it was the right choice to make. “Okay…let’s do this.” He let out a deep throaty laugh as he wrapped his arm around you shoulder as his other came around your waist to bring you into a playful kiss. You both smiled and laughed as he continued to peck kisses all over your face and neck. You playfully push him away as he jumps up on your couch cheering that you two were starting a new chapter in your lives. “ I love you, I love you, I love you!” He chanted. He quickly stepped off the couch, grabbed your hand and started running towards your bedroom to pack your things.

Harry:

“I don’t know where we’ll go, or where we’ll end up, but we’ll be together.” He whispered to you, still half asleep, the sun barely shining through the window. You didn’t feel like getting up, just listening to him talk to you was enough to keep you awake. He pulled you into his chest, the white sheets shifting as you two merged into each other. He was trying to convince you to go away with him, he was trying his hardest, but in your head you knew all along that you would go anywhere with him. “Let’s go, come with me.” He kept repeating in your ear. You smiled to yourself because he was so persistent. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.” He carefully brushed your hair back through his fingers, gently kissing your forehead. You knew you could stay like this forever and be happy with him for the rest of your life. You both wanted the same things and shared the same ideas, it was insane that this conversation had even waited this long to present itself to the both of you. You felt as if this moment was a dream. That you had not fully awakened from a deep deep slumber and that you would wake up to find yourself alone under the covers. “I want to show you everything.” He continually tried to convince you.  You laughed to yourself and you felt him smile against your cheek. Finally you spoke up, only loud enough for him to hear. “Okay.”

Zayn:

“Can I show you something?” He asked as you two walked back outside a random gas station in the middle of the desert. You two had been on the road for a few days now, driving till dusk and then stopping at the nearest rest stop to sleep. It wasn’t an ideal way of living, but you two didn’t care. You lived for the thrill of things, never sticking to what was considered normal. You hopped on the back of his bike, throwing on the helmet he had gotten just for you, and took off. You drove for about an hour, before pulling off the main road and towards a hidden canyon. He hopped off the bike and pulled you along with him. You followed him on a little path that led up to a ledge of rocks. He hops up on one and turns around to pull you up with him. You had gotten here right around sunset and the view was breathtaking. You closed your eyes and he watched as you took the moment in. He grabbed you face between his hands and kissed you on the lips. “I need to tell you something.” He said as he got down on one knee. You laughed and looked up to the sky and then back down to him. He took off a gold chunky ring that you had seen him where ever since you had gotten together as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and stuck out your ring finger. He slipped on the ring, lifted you up and spun you around, bringing you back down to kiss all the way from your jaw to your neck. The next thing you knew, you were back on his Harley on your way to Vegas. You cruised down the strip passing by each hotel and drunk people on the sidewalk. You pulled into the first little chapel you found and practically ran inside. It was an impulse decision, but as you changed into the only white dress you had and came back out to wait for the ceremony to begin, you leaned into your lover and whispered “I’m ready.”

  Louis:

You ran and ran and ran until you couldn’t hear him screaming your name anymore. You silently teared up as you slid down a wall trying to catch your breath. You realized that this had been a mistake. You thought about how you would look back on this moment and realize had stupid and careless you had been to drop everything you had worked for to be with him. Everyone had told you that he was no good, that he would only end up getting you into trouble, but you didn’t care at the time. You wish you had, but everyone knew you didn’t. He was it for you, the one and only. You heard footsteps coming toward you. Knowing who it was, you stood up to meet the man you fell in love with. His hair was disheveled from driving in the convertible you two had taken on your journey. You stood there gazing at each other, his hands in his pocket, your arms folded across your chest. Not saying a word to each other you met in the middle his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You shut your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry.” You spoke into his denim jacket. “I trust you, I do, I just got scared.” “Shhh it’s okay baby, no matter what happens, I got you yeah?” You smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss his stubbly chin. “Yeah, I know.” You rested your head back to his chest staying in his warm embrace for a few more minutes. You knew everything with him would be alright in the end. You no longer took this leap of faith as a mistake, but as a blessing.

Liam:

It was around 9 in the morning when you and Liam decided it was finally time to get up and get ready for the long drive you two had in front of you. You tossed everything out of your travel duffel trying to decide what to wear for the day. A shirtless Liam lay on the bed you two shared for the night watching your every move. He couldn’t resist not having his hands on you, as you were slipping on your dress, he jumped off the bed and wrapped his strong arms around your stomach. Swaying back and forth, he kissed your neck and spun you around. “Dance with me love.” He smiled his big grin at you. You laughed and begun dancing, getting caught up in your own little world. You made your way over to the bed and lightly pushed him down. He laughed as you began kissing his chest all the way down to his belly button, bringing your lips back up to meet his, he pulled you down into the bed with him. You stayed like that for a good 20 minutes, when you sat up on your knees facing him. He leaned over to the side table grabbing your wide brim hat and set it on your head. “I am completely, madly in love with you woman.” He said as he hit the brim of your hat with his knuckle. “You know I’m going to marry you right?” You tipped your head back in laughter. “Don’t I get a say in this?” He leaned into your face as close as he could get and said “All you have to do is say yes.”