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Preference#23 Pierce The Veil shuffle part 2

heyyy ya'll, how you doing? I miss talking to you guys. So if you ever feel like talking to someone, we're here babes :)))) LOVE YAAA

Liam(bulletproof love): There were three rings before she picked up. “Hello?” she seemed to be busy, my call pulling her away from the chaos. “Hey, Y/N. Its Liam…” I took a deep breath and prepared for her to hang up. “Liam?” she asked, almost shouting over the music. “Yeah..” I had no idea what to say. “Hey. How are you?” I heard the background sounds almost completely fade as she remained on the line. “I-I’m….good.” should I have just told her? tell her how fucking miserable I’ve been? “That’s nice. Good to hear” I could almost see her attempt at a genuine smile. “Yeah” this couldn’t be more awkward. “So, what are you up to?” she quickly tried to save the conversation. “I’m just at home, watching a little t.v.” I bet I sounded pathetic. “But it’s a saturday night! you should be out, having some fun!” I felt the mood lighten up, the awkward conversation taking a better turn. “Nah, I think I’ll just chill at home” I wanted nothing more than to get out of this damned apartment, but where would I go? She seemed to have been thinking about something, leaving a long, lingering pause, before answering. “You could come over?” she sounded almost hopeful, like she actually wanted me there. Did she pitty me? only inviting me because she felt bad? “My roommate is having a party right now, you could stop by? have a couple drinks?” she added hastily after I didn’t reply. “Uhh...sure” I could give a fuck if she was only doing this because she felt bad, if I was getting to see her, nothing else mattered. “Great! I-I mean, cool. See you soon.”, “See you soon” I replied. “Can’t wait to see you” she sounded genuine in saying this, only making me more hopeful. “Okay, yeah, me too” I stuttered like an idiot. “Ohh, and Liam?” she stopped me before I could hang up. “Yeah?”, “I’ve missed you.” My heart sped up, “I’ve missed you too.”

Harry(kissing in cars): “Fuck everybody else” I looked back up at her. “What?” she gave me a confused look, still wiping away the stray tears. “Fuck everybody else” I said much louder, stepping closer to her. “Harry, just go” She turned away clearly done with the conversation. “No, Y/N. Fuck everything! Why do we have to listen to what anyone else thinks? I’m not letting you go easy, not this time.” She shook her head, saying nothing while she rubs her temples. “Harry, you don’t get it-”, “No, you don’t get it. I love you Y/N, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is us and what we think, and I honestly don’t see myself without you, I can’t see a future without you.”  The broken look in her eyes almost made my knees buckle. She looked so lost and hurt and just so…tired. I did this to her, I ruined her and any chance of this working again. “Harry..” she began, running her hands through her silk hair. Before she could say anything else, I took one long stride towards her, minimizing the space between us. “Y/N” I breathed, inches away from her face. “I love you” I crashed my lips on her pink soft ones, moving my hands to cup her cheeks and her letting me. “Please” I begged when I parted from her lips, she responded with a swift nod and by pulling me back to fill the space between each other.She was always the one.

Zayn(yeah boy and doll face): Faint sounds of a woman talking near me made me regain consciousness. I couldn’t exactly open my eyes nor decipher what the woman was saying but I still listened and paid attention as though she was talking to me. She sounded official and genuinely concerned. “I’ll give you two some time to talk” I barely made out. “Okay, thank you” another voice sniffled. It sounded comforting and fresh to my ears, yet so familiar. I tried to lift my eyelids but it was no use, they felt locked in place. “Zayn...please wake up” the same comforting voice said, much closer this time. I felt small, cold hands find mine. “Zayn” they coaxed again. Waking up would solve every question I had right now, like where I was and who was talking to me. I tried again, only lifting them a small amount. I got a blurred image of a bright white room and a silhouette of a woman next to me. “Oh my god” she gasped, “Are you awake? please be awake, please talk to me” I felt her bring my hand to her lips, kissing the palm. Is it…? No, I’m imagining things. I bet none of this is even real. But all of it felt so real, the way the woman is kissing my palm so delicately, just like Y/N does, or her small, chilly hands. Just like Y/N’s. I could be dead and this my heaven. “Zayn…” she moved her lips to my cheek, leaving a soft peck. “Y/N?” my voice so quiet, I could barely hear it. “Oh my god! you’re awake!!” she exclaimed. “Am I dead?” I felt her wrap her arms around my shoulders and shake her head as it laid in the crook of my neck, “No” she sniffled again, “No, thank god.” her smooth hair was strewed across my cheek and one of her freezing hands were rubbing carefully up and down my arm. “I’m so sorry” I heard her try to calm herself down, taking in big breath to ease her shaky voice. “So so sorry. I love you. I love you so much” I should be mad. Why would she ignore me, make me think there was no hope left, to come now. I should’ve been livid, but I couldn’t. Not when the woman I love is embracing me, telling me she’s sorry, that she indeed loves me back. “I know, it’s okay. I love you.”

Niall(she makes dirty words sound pretty): “I haven’t seen Y/N in a while, and I have to say that I’m perfectly fine with it. I don’t miss anything” our occasional hook-ups, her big eyes, her soft hair.” None of it.She was nothing. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say ‘nothing’ I mean, she was a good fuck. But other than that, I’m fine without her.” I even surprise myself with these words. “Wow, well thats good...I guess” Zayn rubs the back of his neck and stands to leave. “What’s that suppose to mean?” I snap. “Nothing, calm down..It’s just that, you know, Y/N was a nice girl. Its a shame” he shakes his head and finally exits the apartment. Good, I didn’t need to hear any of that shit. I’m better off without her anyways, “Ohh god” I say with disgust, I sound like I’m going through a freaking break-up. She even went as far as not answering my calls or texts. “Fuck her” I mutter to myself.

*3 weeks later*

I stumbled onto the curb, a couple blocks away from the club. I could barely keep my balance as I walked home, or tried to at least. I couldn’t even tell if I was going the right way. “Fuck. I don’t know how to get the hell home” I laughed to myself as I leaned on a streetlight. Maybe I’ll call someone, but who? The guys all are still at the club and I would have my ass handed to me if I called anyone else on my phone for waking them up at this hour. “A cab!” I mentally patted my back when thinking of it. “but no wallet…” I replaced the mental pat on the back with a slap.. “Hmm…” I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at Y/N’s name. “Why do I even have her number still?” I slurred like a drunken idiot. I let my thumb linger over the call button before pressing it. I guess I don’t have a choice. “Hello?” Y/N asked, voice barely audible. “Y/N? heyyyyy” I giggled. Why the fuck did I giggle? “Niall. Are you drunk?” she sounded pissed which I found extremely funny. “Yerptydoo” I full on laughed into the phone. “I would take that as a yes” she sighed. “I-” she began, but I continued laughing. “Nia-”, “Shhh” I interrupted her yet again, following it with another outburst of laughter. “If you’re going to be difficult, call me back when you’re can act like an adult” I panicked, “Wait! don’t hang up” my mood had completely changed, “Please. Don’t hang up” I whispered while leaning my throbbing head on the cool metal pole. “would you like me to pick you up?”, “Yes” I suddenly felt sleepy. “Okay, where are you?” I gave her my location as clearly as  I could and waited until I saw the black car pull up. She jumped out and helped me in the passenger seat. “Thank you” I laid my head back on the seat and stared at her, the grace of her hand as she turned the wheel and her silk-like hair disheveled in a bun, but still looking beautiful nonetheless. “You’re welcome” her voice still groggy. “I miss you, Y/N” I said before I could stop myself. She was quiet for a while before finally speaking. “I miss you too, Niall”, “Then why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts?” my eyelids felt almost impossible to keep open. “This is something we can talk about another time, just close your eyes.” she said softly. coaxing me to sleep. “Okay.” I breathed. I rested my hand where hers lied on her lap, letting me intertwined my finger with hers. “thank you” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and finally shut my eyes.

Louis(stay away from my friends):  I couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N since Liam left, leaving me with my imagination of what they could have done. She would never do that to me though. I know she wouldn’t. Along with the worry of her with another man came the creative thought of us together, even some memories. “God I miss her so much” I ran my hands over my face from my realization. I was complete shit without her. I stood from my place on the couch, grabbed my keys and went on my way. I had to see her, whether it did me any good or not, I just had to. I finally pulled up to her apartment and started towards the entrance, debating what to do next. What would she do? would she be angry? what if she missed me just as badly...Which was not likely. I buzzed her apartment number and waited for what seemed like years before she answered. “Yes?” she sounded off. “Y/N?” my own voice was shaky. “Louis…?” I cannot describe the joy I felt from her just saying my name. “ What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling me out of my trance. “I-um. I was wondering if I could come up...I think we need to talk. Please” I knew I probably sounded like a pathetic idiot but I couldn’t give a fuck. “Please” I begged. I heard her long sigh before agreeing, “Yeah...Okay” as soon as I was able to open the door, I bolted in. I ran up the multiple stairs, and made my way through the maze of hallways before ending up right in front of her door. She answered immediately, not even giving me a chance to knock. “You wanted to talk?” her voice held question and hesitation, while her eyes never left mine. “Yeah” I barely breathed. I stepped closer to her, becoming a mere inch or two away from her face. Her pink, supple lips so close to mine, and her soft, soulful eyes still peering into my brooding ones. Should I have even come? the fear of rejection is starting to crawl through my brain until I feel her body press against mine and her hands find my hair, tugging at the ends while that mouth I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks finally crash onto mine. “Don’t leave” she said against my mouth. “I don’t think I ever could.”

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Preference #22 - Charli XCX Shuffle! (NIALL - Lock You Up)

Niall- 

click her to listen: (x)

Long distance relationships usually never work out in the end. However, I knew this thing with Niall was different. When we started this thing, I knew it would be hard, but I also knew Niall was worth it.

From the start, I knew I found the one. He was perfect. I wanted to lock him up and keep him close to me, I knew in that moment it was love. As soon as those beautiful blue eyes met mine from across the room, I knew that he would be my everything. When he made his way towards me, al I kept thinking was “this is what those love songs were talking about” because in that moment, there was no one in the room but me and Niall.

Things were difficult. We fought a lot; mostly because I wanted him with me, but he couldn’t leave. He tried to visit me as much as he could. Those days when he was able to visit me, we never left the house. I wanted him to myself and didn’t want to share him with the rest of the world. But when Niall had to leave, I was back to crying myself to sleep like always. My skins itched for his touch, and my nights were restless because my bed was too cold without him next to me.

I called Niall any chance I had, but I mostly reached his voicemail. He was a busy man. However, I wouldn’t let the distance break us. I knew Niall was the one. And I was not going to let him go. Niall would try to call me whenever he got a break, which wasn’t often. Sometimes, there was a big time difference issue and we went weeks upon weeks without any contact. I never lost my faith in Niall, though. He always found a way to reassure me that things would be okay.

Of course, there were jealousy issues. Niall partied a lot while away and I knew that there were girls around him. He would always tell me that nothing happened, and I knew he wouldn’t cheat on me, but I couldn’t help but be jealous. Those girls got to be with Niall while me, his girlfriend, got nothing more but an occasional visit and call.

  It was about 11 p.m. where I was when I got a call from Niall. Usually, I’d be sleeping and let it go to voicemail, but I was having trouble sleeping and needed to hear his voice.

“Hello?” I answered the phone eagerly. I could hear Niall breathing heavily into the phone.

“Babe? Y/N?” He was drunk. I could tell by the way he had trouble saying my name.

“Yeah, Niall it’s me. What’s going on? You never call me this late.” I was worried something happened.

“It’s 4 here… I’mm druuu-unk!” I laughed into the phone. I rolled my eyes and let myself concentrate on Niall’s breathing.

“Why are you still up, Niall? You should go to bed.”

“I can’t sleep. I needed to tell you something.” Niall sounded to be sobering up as we were talking and I silently prayed that he’d remember this conversation when he woke up.

“Go on, tell me..” I waited patiently

“Um… Well.. I have been thinking about things and I’ve come to realize that I love you… And that nothing and no one else matters.” Niall said first.

“I love you too, Niall..” I said softly, wondering where this was going.

“And even though things are hard right now, you know that I’ll always come back to you right? Only you.”

“Yes, babe. I know…”

“And I want to tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I want to marry you. I want to start a family with you and I want to grow old with you. I know right now things are hard but I promise you I will make up for all the bullshit you’ve had to deal with.” Niall told me firmly.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too. I want everything with you.” I could feel my eyes water. I missed him so much and I just wanted to be with Niall and hold him.

“I love you, Y/N. Goodnight.” Niall mumbled into the phone before he hung up. I sighed and decided I should try to get some sleep too.

That conversation just proved that Niall and I would make it through this. I never want to let him go. He was mine to keep, and I planned on keeping him for myself for as long as I’ll live.

A/N: SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING THE OTHER BOYS! LOVE YOU ALL! xx(:

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Preference # 22 - Charlie XCX Shuffle! (ZAYN- Set Me Free)

A/N: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG, LOVELIES! There isn't really a good excuse except that school literally consumes all our time. I just started college, and Nicole and Abby can't update without me since I edit their work. So I take the full blame! I decided to do another shuffle. I'm writing these long because I love you guys okay bye babes! xx I decided to do a Charli XCX Shuffle! (: Hope you like it! xx

  Zayn-

Click here to listen to the song: (x)

 I knew Zayn and I were never meant to be. We were both from different worlds. Before Zayn and I got together, I was different. Happier. Now, I’ve lost my way. My soul has been devoured, my world turned upside down and inside out. I knew eventually the poison would set in and our relationship would take a turn for the worse. We fought constantly. Mostly I started an argument, but Zayn always ended it by saying something cruel that he knew would hurt me.He knew what would tear me down, and he used that against me. Repeatedly. After every fight, I could could feel bits of myself crumble.

I watched Zayn after I told him that I wanted to leave. His jaw was locked, I could see how tense he was. His hand was gripping the arm of the chair so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.

“Why?” Zayn asked, his voice filling the heavy silence of the room.

“Zayn..” I didn’t need him to play dumb with me now, this relationship was going nowhere, and he knew it.

“Y/N… I need you.” His voice was hoarse. Bloodshot, tear-filled eyes finally met mine as he spoke. This was hard on both of us.

“This relationship is killing me. It’s tearing us apart. Please let me go… I’m not happy. And I know you’re not either.” I choked back a sob, tears easily escaping my eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.” Zayn cried. I started crying even harder. I hated seeing him like this.

“I love you too. But we can’t do this anymore. Sometimes love just isn’t enough, Zayn.” I pulled him up from his chair to stand in front of me.

“Can I kiss you? Just to say goodbye?”  I asked hesistantly.

“Like you need to ask.” Zayn retorted before crushing his lips onto mine.

I could feel a fire ignite within the blood in my veins. My head was spinning as I allowed myself to get lost in the feeling of his lips, tasting him for one last time.

I eventually pulled away before I could let it go too far, and rested my head against Zayn’s chest, smelling his cologne for the last time.

He placed a light kiss on my neck before he pulled away from me completely. I yearned to reach out and pull him back into me, but I stopped myself.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”  Zayn said softly before turning away.

“Bye, Zayn.” I replied in a shaky voice. ‘I don’t think I could ever love again.’ was the last thought that crossed my mind before I let myself break down. Alone. 

A/N: Since you guys have been so so patient, and I've been terrible with updating, you can message me if you want a sequel and I'll do it and have it up tomorrow! Love you guys so so much! xxx

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Preference #21- The Xx part 2

Helloooooo!! here it is guys, hope you like it :) I'll have a link to part 1 at the bottom and part 1 has all the links to the songs used xxx. LOVE YOU

  Louis(Fiction-boy pov): I woke up alone, something I been having to do for a couple weeks now. I hate having to wake up to an empty bed, not having Y/N next to me, but what I hate most is having to admit it. Looking at my life now and what it was a merely 4 weeks ago is just pathetic. I don’t even feel like getting out of bed anymore, if Y/N isn’t coming what’s the point? I’ve sent her countless text messages and voicemails, and I think she has gotten her point across that she doesn’t want to see me. Her voice saying that she loved me is still buzzing through my head as I pick up my phone to send her my daily texts. Why didn't I say it back? I knew that I loved her or at least the closest thing I could get to love. In all honesty I couldn’t figure out who I was without her. “Please Y/N. I need you. xx” I hit send. Moments later I hear my phone begin to ring and immediately pick it up, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “Louis?” she says through the line. “Y/N???” I ask in disbelief, has my longing gone to the point of me hearing things? “Are you home?”, “Yes, of course” I said immediately. “Okay, see you soon” and she hung up. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise in anticipation. Was she coming here? I needed to get my ass out of bed and clean up the place, hell, clean myself up. I got the myself and the apartment prepared for her arrival and sat on one of the couches, ready for her to knock any minute. Sure enough there was a small tap at the door and I almost ran to answer it. I opened the door and saw her small figure behind it, looking just as perfect as the night she left. “Hey-” I began, but she pushed past me and entered the apartment before I could say anything else. She stomped into the living room and began pacing the floor, her arms crossed over her chest. “Would you like to sit down?” I offered her the couch, but she shook her head. “No, I need to stand.” I sat down where I had been seated previously and stared at her, considering this could be the last time I could get a good look at her. “I needed time to think...” she said. “So I didn’t even look at my phone for weeks. But today...today was the first time I looked at my phone since-since you...” she looked at me, “You kicked me out of your apartment” she said the last part silently as if trying to forget that little detail, a detail I wished never happened. “Mhm” I nodded. “And I saw all your text messages, and heard all your voicemails. At first I was going to ignore them, delete them and forget they happened, but then I got the one from you this morning....and that is the one that caught my eye....” she looked up at the ceiling, trying to push back the oncoming tears. “In all the other texts you said that you missed me and you were sorry, but in this one...in this one you said you needed me...” I didn’t know where she was going with this, “Yes...I did say that” I stared at her face searching for an answer. “I want to know why you said that. What you mean and did you mean it” she looked back at me and I can tell she was making a huge effort to hold the eye contact. I took in a deep breath and leaned in closer towards her, “I did mean what I said. Every single one of those texts and voicemails where the truth...” she nodded and gestured me to continue. “I guess what I mean is...goddammit. Y/N you are the only person that makes me this way. When you’re sad, I’m sad, when you’re happy, I’m happy and when I’m not with you I can’t help but think about you. I don’t know who I am when you’re not around, it’s like you literally take a part of me when you leave and I just...” I covered my face with my hands. I felt her soft hands pull mine away,making my look up at her, “Just what?” she asked, determined to figure this out. “I just can’t keep pretending that I don’t love you” as soon as I said the words I’ve been fighting to keep to myself I felt her arms wrap around me, giving me access to wrap mine around her waist. “This is what I’ve needed to hear for so long” she sat with her knees to the floor, making herself eye level with me. “I am in love with you Louis and I need to know that you feel the same” she rested her forehead against mine. “I am in love with you Y/N” I said back to her with complete sincerity. She is more than I can believe would come my way.

  Liam(Angles-boy pov): “Hey, babe” Y/N greeted me as I walked in the house. “hey” I replied while taking off my shoes. I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen and, curious, went to go see. As soon as I walked through the kitchen door, the aroma of a warm meal filled my nostrils. “Dinner’s almost ready” she smiled at my reaction. “I didn’t know you were making dinner, I could have helped” I felt bad for having to make her run around the hot kitchen, preparing food for us. “It’s fine, babe. You looked so tired this morning I wanted to make you something for dinner” she dismissed my apology and continued assembling the plates and silverware. While she did so, I watched. I loved watching her in her while she was all in her head, paying no mind to anything or anyone else, focusing on her work. She looked perfect. What I loved the most was the fact she thought of me, the fact that because I was tired this morning she wanted to do all of this for me. It felt really nice. “So how was work?” I could tell she was trying to make me feel like I wasn’t wanted in there, even though I probably wasn’t, she most likely wanted some space to finish dinner. “It was nice, didn’t do much” I walked over to her by the counter, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Don’t worry, its almost done” she laughed. I smiled, kissing the top of her head. I let go of her and stood by the door to get a better view, giving my silent devotion. I realized something while watching the love of my life drift around the room like and angel. I realized that I want every single day of my life to be like this; I want to be this happy every day just like this. I want Y/N to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see that night, to be able to say I have this amazing woman I get to come home to, the same woman who makes me feel this important and loved. I need to marry this woman. I knew for a long time that Y/N would most likely be the woman I would marry but I felt like I wanted that to happen right now. I didn’t have a ring, but fuck it, I want this to happen. “Y/N.” she went over to the sink and rinsed her hands before turning to face me, “Hmm” she hummed. “I love you...”, “I love you too, babe” she wiped her hands off on her t-shirt. “I...I would-oh fuck I’m getting nervous” I rubbed my hands together, looking down at them. How was I going to say this? “I would like to marry...you” she immediately stopped wiping her hands and froze in place, only moving her head to look up at me. “Are you proposing to me?” she asked, but I couldn’t tell what she was feeling or what she would say through her tone. “Ye-yes, I am” I stuttered, still keeping my eyes off of her. She started laughing thunderously and I finally looked at her, trying to find out what was so funny. I shifted nervously on my feet, not knowing if this was a good or bad sign. She was holding her stomach, in pain from the blaring laughter. “Of course!!” she almost screamed. She ran towards me with open arms, allowing me to engulf her in a hug. “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes!” she kissed all over my face, leaving big wet marks. She calmed down from earlier and I set her down, “Sorry I don’t have a ring” I rubbed the back of my head, “I don’t care” she cupped my cheeks and gave me a light kiss. I felt her giggle through the kiss and I pulled back, “What?” she covered her face with her hands, laughing even harder in them. “What??, tell me” I pulled her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at me. “I would like to marry you” she said in a mocking tone, making fun of my proposal. “Shut up” I said before re-joining our lips.

  Harry(Missing-boy pov): “Maybe you should go home, mate” Niall said, helping me stand from my seat. “Nahh, I’m good for another couple drinks” I knew I should probably stop but the party was just starting, how could I leave now? “No, I called you a cab, it’ll take you home” He was talking to me like I was a 5 year old. “Stop fucking treating me like a kid” I pushed him off of me to stand on my own. “I wouldn’t have to treat you like a kid if you didn’t act like one” he spat back, god he was annoying. “Okay” I let him lead me outside the club and sit with me while I waited for the taxi, it came in no time and Niall assisted me in quicker. “Okay, I’ll tell him where to  take you, talk to you later, Harry” he patted my shoulder and shut the door, moving to the front to tell the driver my destination and pay him. “Bye” he called before I drove off. As I looked out the window, the route he was taking seemed familiar, but not the way to my house. I remembered every street he drove down but I knew it wasn’t the way to my apartment. “Where are we going?” I asked before he made an abrupt stop. “We’re here” he said. “this isn’t my block” I shook my head, “This is the address he gave me, get out” he said as if he were in a hurry. “Fine” I got out of the cab and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. I was going to call another cab or someone to pick me up but noticed a set of stairs I’ve stumbled on many times before. I knew perfectly well who it was as I rang the bell. “Y/N!!! long time no see!” I exclaimed as she opened the door, “Harry? what are you doing here? what time is it?” she questioned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Aren’t you going to let me in?” I slurred, stepping inside her small place. I walked in her living room, taking a seat on one of her couches. “Why are you here?” she asked as soon as I sat down, “Why so many questions?” I groaned. My head was already pounding, still hearing the beating music from the club. She crossed her arms over her chest and I could tell she wasn’t going to budge. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” I smiled my biggest smile, hoping to ease the tension. “Well, let me see. I haven’t talked or seen you in about 3 months, when we were together we fought all the time, and the last time I saw you we really didn’t part on good terms. So no, I am not happy to see you” I wasn’t in the mood to fight. Seeing her again after so long, it was amazing, she looked amazing. “Well I’m happy to see you” I stood up, pulling her in for a hug. “Harry, I’m not some drunk fuck” she pushed me off. “Of course you’re not!” I gave her a shocked look, “Why would you even think that?” I have to admit that I was kind of hurt that she even speculated that for a moment. She meant too much to me to be that. “I don’t know” she sighed, looking down at her feet. I missed her. Seeing her made all these feelings come back up, and being this close by ourselves made me so sick  with needing her, I felt like I was going to puke. “Y/N.....” I stepped back by her, bringing her back into my arms. “Harry, maybe you should go, I can drop you off back at your apartment-”, “No, I don’t want to go” I cut her off and hugged her tighter. “You don’t want to go?” she asked as if it was a stunning statement. “No, I wanna stay here....With you” I brought my lips to the crook of her neck, kissing her lightly. “Harry...” she warned. “What?” I moved my lips to the corner of her mouth, leaving kisses on the way. “Stop.” she placed one of her delicate hands in my chest, giving me a light push. “I miss you” I breathed, a confession I wasn’t even aware I was making. “What?” she pushed me back a little harder, looking up at me fully. “I miss you” I diverted my eyes from her gaze. I did really miss her, and finally saying it out loud has made me realize that. “You’re drunk” she scoffed, turning away. “I’m not that drunk” the whole encounter with Y/N has sobered me up some. She faced the wall so I was unable to see her face, but her hands soon reached up, attempting to stifle her sobs. I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “You can’t do that” she said in between deep intakes of breath. “Do what?” I asked, “Do...this. You can’t come here and say you miss me....just like that. I haven’t seen you in months, Harry” she pulled away from my touch. “I know that. I’ve been gone for a long time, Y/N, but that doesn't mean I still don’t feel the same” I felt my own eyes stinging. “You can’t give this another chance?” I practically begged. I needed her, as fucked up as we are together, I knew that I needed her. “I-I want to....”, “You want to what?” my heart was racing, anxious for her answer. “Harry, we’re no good-” I couldn’t let her finish that sentence, I ran up to her and pressed my lips against hers. She was a little taken aback by my my impulsive movement, but I stood my ground and put everything into that kiss and soon enough she gave in. I felt her whole body relax in my arms and when I felt her head tilt to the side deepening the kiss, I knew she was ready for this.

  Zayn(Stars): *his pov* I woke up next to the most amazing girl next to me. I felt her head resting on my chest and one of her arms laid across my stomach, and it felt perfect. I turned my head slightly, trying not to wake her, and admired how precious she looked. She didn’t look like a one night stand, someone I’d regret being with in the morning, she looked like a girlfriend. Was that too soon to be saying? I just felt so comfortable with her, like I’ve known her forever and it felt like a breath of fresh air. Like I don’t have to exist outside this place. I just hope she doesn’t regret it...”Hey” she said distracting me from my thoughts. “Good morning” I smiled back at her, “Sorry, I probably look horrible” She reached up to cover her face but I quickly protested, “No, you look great” I held her hands, keeping her from using them as a shield. She looked beautiful. We looked at eachother for a while, in complete silence until I realized that I’ve been holding her hands like this for the whole time and dropping them immediately. “Sorry” I laughed nervously. “It”s okay” she assured. We remained in silence, seeming to both look for something to say, it wasn’t that it was awkward, it was just...new I guess, at least for me. The longer we stayed like this the more nervous I became. Maybe she wanted me to leave and she didn’t want to ask or hurt my feelings. “Ohh, I have to go” I said, making it out to seem like I was in a rush. “Ohh, okay” to my surprise, she sounded a bit disappointed. “I’ll give you my number” she went over to her dresser and fetched a pen and scrap piece of paper. “Here you go” she places the scribbled digits in my hand, “okay, see you soon” I hope this wasn’t a lie. “Okay” she gave me a bigger smile and I made my way out the door.

*your pov*  I was meeting up with one of my friends after Zayn left my apartment, and I just knew that a majority of the reason she wanted to meet up today, the day after my date, was because she wanted the scoop. I walked in the restaurant and quickly spotted her in a table near the back. “Hey!” she greeted as I took my seat across from her. “Hello” I smiled. She stared at me for a while then her eyes widened as if something just clicked, “You had sex!” she practically screamed. “Shhh! the whole fucking restaurant doesn’t need to know!” I laughed. “You did, you had sex” she looked pleased with discovery, god why did I agree to lunch. “Soooo....?” She looked at me, asking me to elaborate. “What?” I acted oblivious to what I knew she was asking. “How was it?” I really wish I didn’t come to lunch with her. “Do we need to talk about it?” whining wasn’t something I did but it seemed to fit the occasion. “Yes! now spill it!”, “Fine. It was honestly....perfect” everything from last night up to this morning was still buzzing in my head, all that time spent with him was amazing. “Perfect?” she raised one of her brows. “Yes, perfect. I had a great time” I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. “Hmm” she nodded approvingly. “Did he give you his number?” I knew this question would pop up somewhere in the conversation. “Nooo....” looking down at my cup, I could feel her disapproving glare on me. “But! I gave him mine” That wasn’t going to make anything better in her book. “Why would you give him yours?!” here it comes, “Now you know what he’s going to do? he’s gonna throw that piece of paper away and forget about this meaningless encounter!” she really got on my nerves sometimes, but was she right? did he not care about it at all? I had a great time and thought we could turn it into something more. “He seemed to have a good time, he said he’d text me later” I argued, trying to make myself believe it too. She shook her head dismissing whatever I was saying and giving me the ‘poor girl’ look. “Don’t look at me like that, I know exactly what I’m doing” I felt my anger boiling, but it was soon evaporated when I checked my phone. “heyy, I was wondering if we could do something tonight? if you’re not busy? xxx.” I smiled at my screen, picking it up and showing her, “See?” my heartbeat speed up about ten times faster as I took back my phone and began texting back. “yeah, tonight would be great:)” I hit send and waited for his reply. “okay:) see you later .xxx” “Looks like you’re gonna get it in again” she commented, laughing when I reached across the table to hit her shoulder.

Niall(Sunset-boys pov): “Hey, what’s up?” I asked through the phone. “Oh, hey. Nothing, cooking dinner. How about you?” she seemed uninterested in talking, but I wasn’t going to give this up. Whatever I was doing...I’m not even sure what I’m doing myself. “Sounds good...I’m just watching t.v., Holly’s at her mom’s for a couple days.” I felt an uncomfortable shift of conversation when I brought up Holly’s name and mentally slapped myself. “Whatcha cooking?” I tried to change the subject. “Nothing fancy, some noodles” for some sick reason I felt like being there, cooking noodles with her. “Stop, you have a girlfriend” I said to myself. “What?”, “Nothing. What do you mean nothing fancy? noodles are an extravagant dish” I heard her laugh at the other end. Laugh. It felt amazing hearing it again, especially if I’m the one who initiated it. “Yes, some meal” she said sarcastically. Okay, we were getting somewhere. Just a couple of weeks ago I saw here at that shop and she couldn’t even look at me, so this was good. “Yeah, ha. So Y/N.....” my palms became clammy and I couldn’t stop fidgeting the the hem of my t-shirt. “yes Niall?” how the hell was I suppose to ask this. Why was I even considering asking this? I have a girlfriend, oh god what am I doing-”Niall?” she repeated. “I was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow?” I had to rip off the band aid. The line was silent for a few moments and I began to panic, “We don’t have to, it was a stupid question”, “No, no. It’s not that...It’s just...You have a girlfriend Niall and I don’t want to get in between that or anything.” stupid, stupid, stupid. I am an idiot. “It’s nothing like that!” I assured her. Was I lying to myself though? was it exactly like that? “It’s just hanging out, two friends hanging out” I had to repeat the word friends over and over in my head. “Umm...I guess that’s fine then. Friends. Okay, it’s fine with Holly, right?”, “Yeah, totally” Of course Holly was never going to be fine with this, but she didn’t need to know....right? “Okay, then we can do something”, “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow and fill you in on the details” I felt my cheeks burn. “Okay, bye Niall” and she hung up. I felt like my crush just said yes to a date. “But this wasn’t a date, and she’s not my crush” I told myself firmly.

*5 weeks later*

“How you holding up?” she asked as she took a seat next to me on the couch. “You know...I’m surprisingly fine” My recent breakup with Holly didn’t hurt me, and that’s what scares me the most. She gave me hell after finding out the daily outings me and Y/N have and I didn’t really react to her warnings, so it was inevitable that she was going to leave, the only thing that phased me was how soon. “Fine?” she gave me an incredulous look. “Yeah...Why, is it hard to believe?” I scoffed. “It’s just...I thought you were really into her.” she shrugged her shoulders and focused her attention to the television. “I guess I never really felt the way I should feel about someone with her...” the more I thought about it, I don’t know if I ever really loved her. “What are you talking about?” she faced me on the couch. “I mean-don’t get me wrong I did feel something for her, I just..It didn’t feel as passionate as it should, you know?” I could tell she knew where the conversation was heading. “I don’t...”, “Like how we were” my brain was speaking for me and saying all the things I’ve wanted to say to her, “I know we have history Y/N. Not the best history either, but you can’t say that we never had good times. Y/N, what he had, I can honestly say, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I have never felt the same about anyone else, nor will I ever.” I took a deep breath at the end of my whole speech and prepared for my rejection. “Niall,I-shit. I fucking missed you so much. You broke me, Niall. I felt like my heart was literally torn to shreds for months on end, but when I saw you in that goddamn shop I couldn’t help but miss you goddammit” she spoke as if she was ashamed in herself for conjuring up those feelings again. “Y/N, I fucking love you” she broke her steady gaze at her hands and looked back up at me. She looked as if she didn’t know what to do next, like she was having an internal debate with herself. I couldn’t take it any longer, I closed the space between us and joined my lips with her pink soft ones. It was instantaneous fireworks, like I just took a bite of forbidden fruit but it felt so good. “Niall” she breathed, “Yeah” I barely managed to get out. “I love you” she said against my lips.

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Preference #18 - He Tries To Flirt With You

A/N: Sorry for the incredibly long wait, lovelies! We are so thankful for your patience and tomorrow we hope to have up our Ellie Goulding Preference! Enjoy this for now(: xxx

  Louis: “Come on Y/N! have some fun!” your friends chided, noticing you sitting alone at the bar. “I’m not really feeling it, I think I’m going to go home actually” you looked down at your hands not wanting to see their disapproval. “I’m sure if you actually tried to have a good time you would”, “But-” “No buts, come on” they pulled you to the dance floor, including you into the big crowd of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. You closed your eyes and swayed with the music, letting go completely. Maybe you would have a good time. Your feet began to ache after a couple of songs and a nice drink to further this free feeling sounded great so you walked back over to the bar, asking for a beverage this time. “I would like a-”, “The young man over there already bought you a drink, I’ll bring it right up” You followed his finger pointing at the man sitting on the other side of the bar. He smiled back at you, nodding his head in acknowledgement. The bartender slid the drink and as you brought the cool drink to your lips you noticed that the man that could only be described as perfect. You were a little disappointed as you finished your drink, not having the perfect boy to look at. As you were thinking about him you saw the seat next to you become occupied by a new body from the corner of your eye. “Hey” he began. You turned completely and saw him smiling at you. He looked even better up close, you noticed some chest tattoo peeking from his shirt and a couple inked on his arms. “Umm, hey” you said after a long silence. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone?” his marvellous eyes were burning holes in you as you were looking for something to say back. When your mouth opened, instead of a witty comeback, a laugh erupted. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you put your hand over your mouth trying to stop, only giggles escaping. “That bad huh?” “No, it’s just...you just-yeah” “Well why don’t I make up for that incredibly bad pick up line by taking you out?” “I’m already out” you retorted. He began laughing nervously, looking back down at his hands and trying to form what he was trying to say into coherent words. “Would you like to take me out as in out on a date?” he looked up at you with a faint blush to his cheeks, “Guess I’m not as smooth as I thought” he wasn’t the best with words but his smile alone made you swoon. “Ha, that’s a subtle way to put it” you couldn’t help but break into another fit of laughter, and though it was at his expense he was pleased to have made you laugh. “The name’s Louis by the way”, “Y/N” you replied. “So what do you say, Y/N?” he leaned in. “I would love to”

Harry: You were going around the restaurant, checking on the tables you have been serving. “Excuse me, miss!” called one of the patrons. “Yes?” you asked as you neared their table, trying to put on the best smile you could muster. “Could we get a refill, love?” him and his friends all directed their attention on you. “Of course, coming right up!” you reached for all the mens’ drinks and hurried to the bar, feeling their eyes on you the whole time. As you poured the multiple beverages you saw them sneaking glances at you from the corner of your eye. You didn’t know where to look, but it definitely wasn’t going to be in their direction. For some reason they were having some sort of interest in you. You walked back over to their table and served them their drinks. “Thank you, beautiful” said the curly headed boy, the only one who seemed to talk in the group. “Welcome. I’ll be here if you need anything else” you smiled and made your way to do another check on the tables. Throughout the rest of the night you would find yourself thinking about the curly headed boy, you would even get excited when he would call you over for more drinks. For some reason he was just sticking with you, and every now and then you could catch him staring at you from across the room. He had such a charming way about him, you couldn’t help but stare back sometimes. “Love!” he called you over once more. “what would you guys like?”, “actually me and my mates were leaving” him and the other men stood up and began pulling on their coats“But, I was wondering how you would feel about going on a date. With me.” he smiled a big toothy grin. “Excuse me?” you asked for clarification. “Me, Harry, would really like to take you out on a date.” he said again as his friends laughed. “Listen, if this is some joke I’m not interested” “Why would I be joking? I want to take you out” his face turned into a more serious expression and he seemed to be blocking out his friends. You’ve experienced flirtatious customers on a daily basis and never thought much of it, but the thought of him wanting to take you out on a proper date was making your cheeks burn and you feel like a schoolgirl. “Oh, umm...” he leaned in close to your ear. “You seem lovely” you could feel his breath hitting your neck. “Well-” “I’ll give you my number, hopefully you can call me?” he cut you off. You felt him slide a piece of paper into your apron. “I’ll be expecting your call” he winked, catching up with his friends.

Zayn: “Another drink, please” you called to the bartender, swinging your empty martini glass. You were at your close friends wedding and only made it halfway through the reception before you needed a drink. You turned and walked over to your table just as the happy couple were about to have their first dance. “Ohh god” you muttered. Happy-romantic settings were never your thing, and that was basically the heart of a wedding. As you were nearing the end of your third glass, the music was getting louder and everyone was out of their seats and heading towards the dance floor. “This can’t get worse” you groaned as you painfully watched everyone have a good time, their dancing in particularly hard to watch. “Are you as miserable as I am?” asked a voice from the seat behind you. You turned and saw a man with his tie undone and his hair carelessly pushed back. “Do I know you?” you answered back emotionless. “Well...no. But I figured we could get to know each other”, “Well you ‘figured’ wrong.” you were in no mood for some bullshit hook-up at a wedding. “And isn’t it a little cliche to try to hook up with someone at a wedding?” you turned back around. “I wasn’t trying to have sex with you, if that’s what you think.” you stayed quiet, not wanting to continue this conversation with the handsome stranger. Even though you weren’t talking to him he stayed seated right behind you, making comments every now and then about how idiotic some people looked or how crappy the music was, some of the remarks actually making you laugh. “So do you know them?” he gestured towards the married couple. “The bride is a close friend of mine” you simply answered. “And the groom isn’t?” he asked, “He’s a dick.” Your response took him off guard and he choked on his drink before bursting out in laughter. You turned to see him, his laughing causing you to join in. “Do you know any of them?” you could feel the mood lighten. “The groom’s my best friend. I’m the best man” he choked out between small fits of laughter. Your mouth fell open and you were quick to apologize, “I’m so sorry, oh my god-” “Its okay, seriously. He can be a dick sometimes” he dismissed your apology. “So, what’s your name?” he asked, calming down a bit. “Y/N” a sly smile played on your lips. “I’m Zayn” he smiled back. “And I would like to get the fuck out of here, would you care to join me?” he stood up and held his hand out. “I would” you got up and took his hand, following him out of the venue.

  Liam: You were going through a pile of your favorite books in a store you shop at frequently, remembering the times when you first read them and how now you could recite the text (front and back). You picked a few from the shelf and walked around the store for more books to take home, but as you did so you noticed a tall man from behind another stand staring at you. He was trying to hide his face with the stand and book he was holding as he looked at you. Though he thought you couldn’t see him staring, you could. Every now and then you snuck a glance back at him and saw an expression you couldn’t really describe. It wasn’t creepy or at all uninviting, just like he was interested in you. Like he wanted to know what you were doing and what you were looking at and just over all wanted to know you. You decided to ignore him though and continued with your shopping. After a couple of hours of migrating around the small shop you accumulated a nice stack of books to purchase and walked over to the cashier. When you handed the cashier the money, you looked around for the tall man from before, but couldn’t find him. Actually feeling a tinge of disappointment, you went to go sit in the cafe in the store and read some of your new purchases. “That’s one of my favorites” the figure standing in front of you commented. You looked up from your story and saw him. He was smiling down at you and pointing at what you were reading. “Pride and Prejudice? You like Austen?” you lit up. “Umm...Yeah. He’s great” he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s a...women” you half laughed. “Ohh yeah, yeah. I know” he sat down beside you and took a book from your pile. “This is a good one too, I love, uhh...Emily Bronte...” he said holding up another one of your favorites. “Yeah, that’s a good one too” you were excited to discuss your favorites with someone. “What’s your favorite though?” you asked interested to find out his choices of literature. “Well mine would have to be.....Uhm...I could never choose....all so great, you know?” his cheeks began to redden as he kept talking. “I really like that one...by the guy who wrote that one book...I just-just can’t remember.” he was looking everywhere except towards you. “Right....” there was a long silence and you were realizing how much he didn’t know about any of those books. “Well, I’m gonna go...” you began to get back up but he stops you, “Wait! I’m sorry....I-I just don’t know shit about any of these books” he gestured towards your pile. ‘Yeah, I figured” you continued until he held onto your arm. “Please. I was just trying to...Oh god” he put his hands over his face. “I was trying to impress you...” his speech muffled and barely audible. “Impress me?” you asked. “Yeah...I saw you looking through all those books and thought you’d like me if I was...into all this stuff” he picked his head up to look at you. “So you like me?”, “Yeah.” he nodded. “And you were trying to use these books...to ask me out on a date?” you were trying to understand his motives. “Mhm” he confirmed. “hmm...So if you didn’t come here for books, what did you come here for?” he reached for his back pocket and pulled out a comic book. “These” he half smiled. You through your head back and laughed until your sides hurt, “Smooth one, you are” you said between giggles. “I know, I have known to be quite deadly with my charm” he joked. “I’m Liam” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. “I’m Y/N” you smiled and shaked his hand. “So what about that date?” “Sounds great”

Niall: You had a lot of time on your hands and decided a nice jog is what you needed. It was the middle of the day and the sun was blaring, it was almost intolerably hot. You jogged past your block and went to the park by your apartment you rarely visited and saw lots of people there. Some young, some old; they all seemed to be having fun but a large group of guys caught your attention. They were in the middle of the large field and had a whole set up to play soccer, most of them shirtless and sweaty which is something you could enjoy while you jogged you thought. You smiled to yourself and continued to follow the trail throughout the park. By your third lap you were a sweaty mess and ready to go home so you started walking back, passing the eye candy from earlier. Shit!” you heard someone yell. Just as you were about to turn you felt a huge hit to the head making you fall. “Ah, fuck” the voice was closer now. You tried to lift yourself up and felt a pair of hands help you, “Sorry, love. Seriously, I didn’t mean to hit you, I was just-” he stopped mid-sentence when you looked back up at him. “I was just trying to hit the net there...” he finished, pointing towards the goal near you. “Yeah, its fine” you rubbed the spot the ball hit. There was a long silence as he just stared at you rubbing your head. “I’ll go” you walked past him, “Wait!” he called, catching up to you. “what?” you asked with impatience. “I just...Would you like to go on a date with me?” you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, “You just hit me with a ball a few minutes ago and now you want to go on a date with me?” He laughed nervously, “Yeah...I guess” he avoided your eyes. “Well-”, “Aye, mate! is that the bird that was jogging around earlier?” someone from the group of men shouted. “oh my god, don’t listen to him” he said. You smiled and hid your face, “Shut up!” he yelled back, making you through your head back and burst out in laughter. “Sorry again...for everything” he muttered. “It’s fine.” “So how does that date sound?” he sounded unsure if he should even be asking you . “Uhm. I could consider it” His smile grew. “Mate! did you ask her out?” the man shouted again. “Shut the fuck up!” he put emphasis on each word. “I’m Niall by the way” he turned away from his friends, leaning closer to you. “Y/N” you responded. “absolutely beautiful” He said mostly to himself.  

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Preference#17-Coming Home

(Your pov)

Louis: I heard keys jangling behind the door as I sat up on the couch. “Y/N?” Louis called as he shut the door. I immediately shot up and ran to meet him by the door, engulfing him in a hug as soon as I was arms reach. “Hey, babe” He laughed, hugging me back. “I missed you so much” I said into the crook of his neck, I could feel heat emitting from his skin. “I missed you, too” he kissed the top of my head. “I have a surprise for you” I lifted my head to meet his eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “Yeah? and what would that be?” I felt his hands begin to rub the small of my back. “Wait here” I ran towards the stairs, up to our bedroom to put on my little surprise. I slid off my clothes and pulled on my bra and pantie set, made mostly of black lace. As I slowly made my descent down the stairs I caught Louis’s eyes raking my body up and down. “Woah” He mouthed, dropping his bags and walking towards me. “You look absolutely amazing” he said, tracing the lace pattern on the strap. “Thank you” I giggled at his reaction. I locked my hands behind his neck and brought our faces closer. “Why don’t we go upstairs?” I asked in the most seductive voice I could. He hurriedly picked my up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he jogged up the stairs. When we made it to the bedroom he laid me on the bed, never separating our lips. “This is a very welcoming surprise” I felt him smile into the kiss. I simply hummed in response. Louis tore off his jeans and black calvin kleins, throwing them somewhere in the room as I took care of his shirt. “These are very nice” he said playing with lace of my panties, “But i’m afraid they’ll have to come off” He pulled them down, kissing the places they used to cover. “This as well” he reached for the clasp of my bra, taking a good eyeful of how it looked on, before removing it. He reached  for an aluminum package from the drawer, opened it, and rolled it on before sliding into me. I moaned from the contact, having to go for so long without this sensation. “You feel so good, babe” he leaned his head down, lips touching my ear. I could barely talk as he began thrusting. “Oh my god” I wrapped my arms around his neck, involuntary moans escaping my mouth. I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach. “I fucking missed you” Louis breathed. My head was spinning, I was so close, and I knew he was too. “Come with me, babe” he said in between moans, we let go simultaneously. Him pulling out of me, throwing the condom away before taking back his place next to me. He pulled me closer to himself, draping his arms over my waist. “I love you” he whispered into my ear. “I love you, too”

Zayn: “What do you want to do for your first night back?” I asked, walking towards Zayn on the couch. “I was actually just thinking about staying here, hanging out with you” He pulled me onto his lap. “Hm, what will we be doing while ‘hanging out’” I played with the collar of his shirt, appreciating the way he leaned into my touch. “hmm” he hummed, “Maybe a movie, maybe go to bed” he knew that would make me mad, considering I have been awaiting his homecoming for a while and I wanted to something more than just go to bed with the man I’ve been missing for countless months now. “Or maybe we can go to bed, but without actually sleeping” I inclined my head closer to his. Hopefully he was catching my drift. “What would we be doing in bed besides sleeping?” his voice full of lust. Oh yeah, he caught my drift. “Geez, I don’t know...” I began grinding my hips on his, I could feel his bulge already. He instantly picked me up to switch positions. “I’m thinking something like this...” he trailed kisses down my neck, to the collar of my shirt, nipping lightly at my skin. I moaned in response, immediately throwing off my shirt and sliding out of my other clothing, him mirroring. He migrated his hand down my body, making his way to my bundle of nerves. He teased me with his fingers, rubbing lightly on my clit. “Zayn, please” I begged, I just needed him too bad. “Okay, babe” He kissed the corner of my mouth and positioned himself. He slid himself slowly, allowing me to adjust. “Oh god” I almost screamed, he filled me completely. “I fucking missed you” He breathed into my ear. He began thrusting faster, making it almost impossible for me to stifle my moans. “I’m so close, babe. So fucking close” I felt him twitch inside of me. I clenched my walls, and let go. I was immersed in complete ecstasy, unraveling beneath him. He released inside me and we rode out our orgasms together. “That was a great homecoming gift” Zayn laughed, rubbing my cheek as I was still catching my breath.

Niall: I layed on our bed, wearing my new lingerie I had boughten specifically for this night. I made everything perfect, lit up some candles, put on the perfume he likes on me, set up a platter of some sweets. I was anticipating Niall’s arrival and hoping he would appreciate the effort I put into all of this. I heard our front door open and close and some heavy footsteps make there way up the stairs. Oh no, what if he was too tired? What if he doesn’t like what I’m wearing? I began to feel more and more insecure as the sounds of his footsteps got nearer. “Y/N?” He called from outside the door, then slowly opened it. “Are you slee-” He stopped mid sentence when he saw me laying on the bed. “Babe?” he asked as if it wasn’t really me. “Yes...” I answered. “Is this all for...me?” he walked into the bedroom and looked around, admiring the decor. “Mhm” I hummed, watching him migrate around the room. He turned around and focused his attention on me. “Holy shit” he breathed. He came to the side of the bed, taking an eyeful of my ensemble. “You look...just breathtaking.” He shook his head with a smile. “Less talking” I said before pulling him down to the mattress and went straight for his lips. “Okay, sorry” he spoke between kisses. I slid off his jeans with one hand while the other took hold of his length. “Ohh god” he moaned and threw his head back. I relished in the reaction I was getting from him, how hard he already was for me was driving me mad. “I need you” I brushed my lips across his and made my attack on his neck. He slid his jeans down, making them pool at his ankles and tore his shirt off and ripped my lingerie off as well. He rubbed his tip in my entrance, moaning from the contact. “You’re so wet for me, baby” He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss before sliding right into me. “ohh fuck, I missed you” I moaned, not being able to control what I was saying. He began thrusting faster, making my head spin. He knew just how I liked it. “Ah, fuck. I’m close” he squeezed his eyes. I felt my climax about to take over as well, “Me too, babe” He he pushed inside me one last time before letting go. Feeling him come inside me sent me over the edge and my orgasm came hard. “Shit!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, holding onto Niall’s back for dear life. He laid down beside me and pushed the hair away from my face. “Sorry about these, babe” he smiled, picking up the torn clothing that once was a nice set of lingerie. “it’s fine” I laughed and rejoined our lips for a long kiss.

  Liam: “How was it there, babe?” I asked Liam as we drove home from the airport. We were both extremely tired and just ready to pass out. “It was nice, but I missed you” He leaned over from his seat and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him, but couldn’t ignore how his kissed seemed to felt down to my core. I shifted in my seat while images on Liam naked in our bed popped up. I began thinking about how much fun it would be if he took me right here in the car, but soon shook those thoughts away. What was wrong with me? I was ready for bed a few seconds ago, but now I keep being pulled into thoughts of Liam touching me everywhere. “oh lord” I said putting my head in my hands. Maybe it was because I haven’t seen him in so long. We pulled into our garage and gathered his bags to be brought into the house. As we walked in, I saw how his back muscles were so prominent through the thin fabric of the shirt. He bent down and placed the bags on the floor, his biceps flexing a bit from the movement. I couldn’t take it anymore, I pounced on him, pushing him against the wall while kissing and nipping certain areas. “Babe” he breathed, his pulse quickening. “Hmm?” I hummed against his neck. “Fuck” he cussed as I licked over his sweet spot. I pushed his pants and underwear down while he took care of his shirt. I threw off my clothing and wrapped my arms around his neck for support while I straddled him. I rubbed my slick bundle of nerves over him before sliding right on him. “Holy shit, you’re so tight” he closed his eyes while I slowly rocked back and forth. He brought our lips together for a desperate kiss as I quickened my pace. He held on tighter to my back, I could feel his cock twitch inside me, almost ready to explode. “I’m gonna come with you, babe” I said into our kiss, he simply nodded in reply. “Ohh FUCK” He spilled into me, his breath ragged and quick as my oragsm came in unison. I went back on my feet and leaned on him. “That...was perfect.” He said into my hair.

Harry: I was preparing for Harry’s arrival. I was going to make it perfect, cook his favorite food, have the house nice and clean, just let him relax. I couldn’t wait, I was getting so anxious as I was finishing up dinner. I set the plates on the table and put the food on the dishes perfectly, then hurried to go put the dessert in the oven. As I washed my hands and gathered myself I heard him come in. “what smells so good?” He asked as he stepped onto the living room. “Hey, babe” I beamed and ran over to him for an embrace. “Hey yourself” I felt him smile into our kiss. “I made dinner” He set me down and noticed the ensemble before him, the table all set up. His smile grew when he saw that I made all his favorites, “I also have dessert in the oven.” I walked over to where was standing and wrapped my arms around him, looking at him for a reaction. “This is perfect” he leant down and rested his forehead on mine. I felt his hands slid down to my butt and give it a gentle squeeze, “But I know something else we can do besides eat” his eyes full of lust. “Well I-” He picked me up, not letting me continue and set me on the table. “Harry” I warned. “What, babe?” he trailed kisses down my neck, “Oh my god” I breathed, his lips were so soft and warm. I couldn’t resist. I pulled on the top of his shirt and he lifted his arms over his head for me to proceed to remove it and then went straight for his pants and underwear afterword, pulling them down and letting them pool around his ankles. The mood has shifted dramatically in only a few seconds, we were now desperately trying to rid ourselves of our clothes, forgetting about the food and decor. Harry pulled off my shirt and snagged my skirt high on my waist, not wasting any time while he ripped my underwear clear off. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, babe.” he ran his long fingers up my entrance. “How wet I make you.” he put a little pressure on my clit, causing an involuntary moan to escape from my mouth. “How sweet you sound when you moan my name” I felt him replace his fingers with his hard length. He positioned himself before slamming into me, “Harry-oh fuck” I threw my head back, the pleasure shooting through me. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so wet, oh god. I fucking missed you” he said in between his own sounds of pleasure. He quickened his already fast pace, slamming into me. I clenched my walls, feeling my climax already starting to bubble inside me. “I’m s-so close, babe” grunted into my neck. A wave of pleasure washed over me as I felt him come apart. “Oh fuck” He moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He both rode out our orgasms, and he slid out of me. He engulfed me in in his big arms and rested his head in the crook of my neck as I layed there breathless. We heard a loud beep come from the kitchen. “Oh shit, it’s the dessert” I said, but made no attempt to get up. “I already had my dessert” he joked and began laughing when I hit his arm.   

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Preference #11- Pandora Shuffle! (Boys POV)

A/N: Okay guys, we did another shuffle preference but this was all totally random. We chose random songs that came up on Pandora Radio so yeahh, enjoy! xxx

    Zayn: (Marry Me-Train) “Hey babe, what’ll be today?” Y/N asked while pulling out a tiny notepad and pencil. I absolutely loved hearing her say my name. “The usual.” I smiled at her. “Okay, coming right up.” she sang, kissing me on the cheek before striding away. I’ve came to this place ever since I saw that Y/N worked here. It might be a little run down and the food might suck but that didn’t matter when I was a kid, and it didn’t matter now. Y/N started working here about 6 years ago and I couldn’t get enough of her, as soon as I saw her I knew she was going to be the girl I would marry. I remember when I began coming here everyday, just to see Y/N and hear her voice. I think she liked it though; she always would serve me, sit me in her section. I obviously didn’t mind, hearing her say my name was all it took for me to fall hard over her. Y/N began walking over to my table with a plate of food and drink, a big smile plastered on her face, mirroring mine. “Here you go, babe” she said placing the food neatly in front of me. “Looks great, love” I said, pulling her by her waist and holding her against me. She looked amazing with her messy bun, held by only a pen, and her uniform hugging her upper half perfectly, while the rest flared out. She bent down and kissed my forehead, lingering a bit before pulling back and cupping my cheeks. “I’m going to be done in about 10 more minutes, wana wait for me?” she asked, but my answer was evident. “Of course, babe” I tilted my head up and she leaned back down and gave me a sweet kiss. “I love you” I said before she walked away. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips before she replied, “I love you, Zayn.” “She’s the one.” I whispered to myself, taking a sip of my drink.

    Liam: (If you ever come back-The Script) I sat in my room, remembering every little thing that I have done in here with Y/N. All the play fights, all the actual fights. Everything that Y/N have gone through was forcing its way out from the back of my mind for me to think about it now. It seems like thats been happening for a while. I haven’t slept in god knows how long, mostly because I do this every night. Just lay here and think about her. The worst part about it all is the fact that she wants us to stay friends, which makes everything harder. I want her to hate me, I need her to give me a hard time, because her being so kind, so friendly, makes everything so much more complicated. I wish I didn’t want her this much, wish she didn’t mean this much to me, but she never seems to get out of my head. Even though I probably never cross her mind, I always keep the door unlocked if she ever decides to come back. I know it might seem pathetic, but if she ever comes here, she needs to know that she welcome. She needs to know that the door will always be open for her. The boys all say that she’s never coming back home, but they don’t know anything. I need her to come back. After some mental debating, I decide to call Y/N. It rings twice before she answers, “Hello? Liam?” she asks, her speech laced with sleep. “Uhh, yeah. Hey Y/N” I stuttered. “Liam, it’s like four in the morning, is everything okay?” she sounded so worried. “Yeah-I mean no.” I couldn’t be calm around her. “what’s wrong?” she asked. “Y/N...” I sighed. “Y/N, I miss you” I just let the words flow out of me, not thinking about what was to happen, “Liam I-” “Y/N, please just hear me out. I miss you. I try to do what I would normally do everyday, but doing those things without you, knowing you’re not mine, makes doing everyday things almost impossible. If you were to come back, it’ll be just like you were never gone...I just miss you.” The line was silent for a moment. I could hear Y/N sigh before she began to talk, “Liam I....I miss you too.” Tears began to form in my eyes and I felt a lump in my throat, “You have no idea how it feelsl to hear you say that” I breathed.

    Louis: (Still-Matt Nathanson) While I sat on the couch, watching some pointless show, my thoughts began to drift to Y/N. It was hard to see her while I was on tour, the timezones drastically different. Somehow we made it work, even when I couldn’t actually see Y/N or hear her, I always had memories of us together that acted as some sort of substitute. A particular memory came up, one that I mostly do end up thinking about. I remembered when Y/N and I first had sex, her being so nervous, and I being just as nervous but hiding it better. What I mostly remember was the morning after, when I got to wake up next to her. I knew that both of us tangled in bedsheets and my arm draped around her was forever going to be my favorite way to wake up. I remember her soft lips molding mine, and the exchanging of I love you’s. Her golden brown skin radiating as the sun poured through the window, She was a goddess. I still feel her kiss me and her hand and go straight for the nape of my neck as we did so. I touched my lips wishing Y/N was here to make my memories come to life. Suddenly my phone buzzed, and I picked it up, knowing perfectly well who it was. “goodnight babe, hopefully we can skype tomorrow. Love you:) xx.” I quickly replied and shut my phone. I laid awake still thinking about Y/N that night, even memories of her are enough to drive me wild.

    Niall: (The Script-For the First Time) “Maybe it’s time to go, Horan.” he said, reaching for my glass, “Shut up and get me another drink, Nick” I replied, burying my head into my hands. “Why aren’t you at home with Y/N?” Nick asked. He knew that was something I didn’t want to talk about. “You fucking know why.” I spat back at him, shooting my head up to meet his eyes. “I’m just saying...maybe you should go see what she’s up to. You guys love each other, you don’t have to fight like this.” I probably should go home and see her. See if she’s okay, say sorry to her. I feel like it won’t be all okay this time though,I feel like we’re losing each other. “I guess I’ll go. See you around, Nick” I waved to him, he replied with a simple nod. As I walked home, tripping over my own feet, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I was a drunken idiot, a broke drunken idiot, who not to mention lost his job. When I told Y/N this morning about my recent unemployment, I should have taken a different route. I acted like a complete ass, saying it so nonchalantly. I should have known that she would blow up on me; even though she did blow up on me, I should have stayed. It was so selfish of me just to run out of there and leave Y/N, especially since I went to go buy some pints with a good portion of our money. I needed to find her, to tell her I was sorry and that I loved her, even if it doesn’t fix things, she needs to know that. I stepped into our apartment, finding the switch and turning on the lights. “Y/N?” I slurred, looking around the place. When I switched on the lights to our bedroom I found Y/N laying on the bed, her back to me and her legs held tightly to her chest. “Y/N?” I asked a little sobered up now. I heard her sniffle and my heart immediately dropped. “Y/N, are you okay?” I started towards her on the bed and she abruptly turned around, “Niall?” she said in a strained voice and tear stricken cheeks. Seeing her like this caused the lump in my throat to well back up again. “Are you okay?” I asked her again. I knew she wasn’t. After the fight we had, it would be hard for us to be okay. “Yeah” she said, wiping her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes as I began my apology. “I’m sorry I’m a dick, and I’m sorry you have to put up with me...” She put her hand on top of mine on the bed and began to run her small thumb over my much larger one. “I don’t want to fight anymore, Niall” She said, but it sounded like more of a plead. It broke my heart. “We won’t” I kissed her temple and shifted us both to lay down. I laid my chin on the top of her head while she rested it on my chest. She smelled wonderful. “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you, Niall”, then she placed a light kiss where her head was settled. “It’s going to be tough, but please don’t give up on me, babe.... I’m going to try to fix things, I promise.” I whispered into the dark room. “I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me, Niall. I love you. Nothing will ever change that.” Y/N said softly into my neck, the feeling of her lips moving against me brought me back to happier days. Laying here like this with Y/N reminds me of the beginning of our relationship. We were inseparable. There’s nothing in this life that I care more about than Y/N and I need to keep her happy. I have choice but to fix things.

  Harry: (Whatever it Takes-Lifehouse) “I’ll be back” I call out to Y/N. “Where are you going?” she asked, stepping into the room. “Out” I state, not wanting to go any further into this conversation. “You’re going out with your friends?” she’s right in front of me now. “Yeah. Does it matter?” I snap. She takes a step back and her eyes go wide from my sudden outburst. “Didn’t you go out yesterday? I thought we could do something today...” I can tell she was really trying to not turn this into another fight. “Maybe tomorrow” as I’m about to walk out, she takes hold of my arm with both of her hands. “Harry, please.” I can hear the desperation in her voice, and it lays heavy on me. “what? what do you want?” I slam the door. “Why do have to act like this? Just ten minutes ago we were laying in my bed, now you want to go?” her eyes begin to brim with tears, making my attitude change immediately. “Y/N, I...I was just going to meet up with a couple of friends...” I run my hands through my hair. A tear falls and she looks down, making me want to take back those words. “Why do you do this?” she asks, but I feel she was mostly asking herself. I sigh and walk over to the couch and sit myself down. “I don’t know...” leaning over, I let my hands hold my head up. She walked over to me and lifts my face up so that I’m looking at her. “Harry, why can’t you tell me anything?” her hand migrates towards my hair and she runs her hand through it, instantly making me unstiffen. “I wish I could tell you.” I say into her hand and kiss it. “But you can. You can tell me, Harry.”, “No I can’t!” I explode again. Her eyes remain focused on mine, “Harry, why won’t you let us work? you always want to turn everything into a fight. I can never win with you...” she whispers the last part and begins to turn around, but I reach up for her wrist and turn her around. “Y/N, please. Don’t go.” I plead. “I really don’t know how to put this...I’m not one of those romantics or anything. I guess what I’m trying to say is...that I don’t like to share my feelings...” I say the last word with disgust. “You always hurt me, Harry. We’re fine one minute, then the next you want nothing to do with me.” her voice is strained with hurt. She is still looking at me and I swallow hard before continuing, “You mean a lot to me, Y/N. More than a lot, you mean everything. It kills me to see your face every time I go, to know that I am the one that hurts you literally kills me...but I keep doing it...” I see the tears starting to form in her eyes again. “I know I don’t deserve you, and that you can find any reason to go, but I need you. I need you to stay. Y/N, I love you. I love you, and I will do anything in my power to make this better, I will try for you. Just give me a chance, and I can change.” “I love you  too.” she says letting the tears fall freely. “...But you need to let me in, you need to trust me Harry.” I  pulled her to me and nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck, “Anything.” I said against her skin. I will do anything.

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Preference #10 - Lana Shuffle!

A/N: HELLO LOVELIES! Well, let us just explain what our intention was here. We took Lana Del Rey songs for each boy (chosen at random) and got our own interpretation of the song to make a preference for each boy based off the song. We know the meaning of each song and we know what we wrote was not the meaning of the song, but it was our own interpretation of what it could mean for this preference! Enjoy xxx (:

Zayn- (Blue Jeans) Zayn was the constant thing running through my mind at night. My dreams were haunted by his deadly walk and his James Dean appeal. Images of the day my eyes first lay upon him and his worn shoes filled my mind; bringing me back to that very day. He was perfect, almost god-like. He waltzed into the room wearing denim blue jeans and a plain white shirt. But god did he look amazing. It hurt to look at him. He oozed sex, and his perfection made you ache for a touch. We hit it off right away. I knew of his boy group from television. I was never into pop music so I’d never actually heard anything from them. I was raised purely on hip hop. Of course, just because he sang in a pop group didn’t mean anything. He seemed to fit into the punk rock scene. Our love affair was brief because we were polar opposites. Despite our differences, he seemed to be the perfect fit for me. However, he didn’t feel the same. We fought constantly. That was why we really ended things so abruptly. Though, I never stopped loving him. It hurt that he moved on so quickly. He started dating more frequently. He dated plenty celebrities- women I couldn’t hold a candle to. Still, I loved him, more than anyone could love someone in a lifetime. Losing him was my biggest regret, but I will love him till the end of time. I would wait a million years.

Louis- (Radio) When you’re dating a celebrity, you’re bound to get hate. I’ve been called every bad name anyone could possibly think of. Their words were harsh. People despised me. They thought our relationship was fake. However, I was not going to let them keep me from being happy. Louis brought happiness into my life. He awoken something in me that I thought died long ago. I felt like I was living a dream. Everything was perfect. I met Louis in LA while he and the boys were there on tour. He was magnetic. There was something about him, that people found themselves drawn to him. He was always the center of attention in a crowd. Louis was everything I was not. And I longed to hold his attention. When he walked into the club, all eyes were on him. I stared from a distance, drink in hand, trying to but failing to make myself look away. When his eyes eventually met mine, I diverted my sight to some far corner in the room, spotting the empty booth my friends earlier occupied. I rushed over to the now vacant area, hoping to calm my nerves. Later on in the night, he made his way over to me, and I thank god he did. I finally found the one. With Louis in my life, I was in paradise. So the fact that all his fans hated me didn’t faze me in the slightest. I was happy and in love, and so was Louis. That’s all that mattered. Louis was all that mattered.

Liam- (National Anthem) Liam was trouble. From the moment I met him, I knew I’d fall, and I’d fall hard. Since his breakup with his previous girlfriend, Liam had turned into what some might call a “player”. He slept around a lot. It had become a problem, and it was sad that this was his way with coping. When we met, he had tried to get me home. When I declined, he seemed taken aback, as if he’d been slapped. I think he hadn’t been rejected before, and considering the fact that he was famous, I was probably right. Ever since then, Liam had repeatedly tried to get me to go out on a date. I of course, refused. It was unexpected when Liam stopped sleeping around, especially since he continued to pursue me. After getting tired of rejecting him, I gave in to those puppy eyes. When I accepted his invite out with him, a big genuine smile lit up on his face, making him appear younger than he actually was. That date changed everything. I was thrown into a world of fame, with paparazzi on your every move. I was the founder of a clothing line, so very soon Liam and I became a celebrity power couple. He was my rock through all the hard times. And he showered me with gifts to prove his love. He’d spend every waking minute with me. Liam would bring me with him and the boys whenever they were on tour or doing an interview. He taught me how to act as a celebrity, and I soon mastered the ability to act in front of the public. Liam and I loved too much, and in previous relationships that was our biggest flaw. However, it worked with us. Liam and I showered each other with love. He’d call me his national anthem. He told me that he sang with love and devotion to me. The words in his songs that promised a forever love, loyalty, and devotion were sung with thoughts of me, and I gave him all my love and gratitude in return. We were a love story for the new age.

Niall- (Summertime Sadness) It was the last day until Niall was set to go off on tour and we wanted to make a big thing of it. I wanted it to be a night he’ll never forget.  I threw on my tight red dress that I knew he’d love and put on my open toed black heels. After dinner, Niall and I went to our spot. I felt electricity coursing through my body as Niall and I drove down to the little meadow. We’d always come down here in the summer when he was on break, getting caught up in the feeling of being with one another. I watched Niall as he drove down the empty streets, passing the speed limit. I was mesmerized by his beauty. He looked like a fucking god with the wind in his hair and his dark shades shielding his eyes from me. I yearned to reach over and run my fingers through his soft hair, but instead I settled on grabbing hold of his calloused fingertips, getting lost in the feeling of him. When we finally reached our meadow, I took off my heels and ran through the soft grass, still wet from the earlier rain. I spun around and faced Niall when I felt his presence behind me. I watched the moonlight dance across his pale skin, and smiled to myself. “Come here.” I ordered softly. He smirked before he complied. “What are you up to?” I grabbed hold of him. “I want to dance.” I mapped out the hard muscle of his arms with my intrepid fingers, feeling the fire coursing through my being, and burning this moment into my memory. It was quiet as we swayed slowly, holding one another. “I’m going to miss you so much.” I whispered softly into his neck, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I’ll come back for you, I’ll always come back. Don’t forget that, Y/N.” This would be different since he wouldn’t get a break this summer. There’d be no trip to our meadow this summer. It’d just be me home alone, and nights of me crying myself to sleep. This would be the saddest summer I’d ever experienced.

Harry- (Without You) My fame was at its all-time high with my new film coming out and the release of my new album last week. I had everything anyone could possibly want. I had things people could only dream of one day having. I used to dream of the flashing cameras, all the glitz and the glam that came with stardom. Since I was a young child I had wanted to become famous, and I did everything in my power to get where I am now. I got rid of anyone who was in the way of me and my dreams. I even hurt myself. Before stardom, I dated a certain boy band member…  Our relationship was a very complex one, and I got rid of him before I fell for him to save myself from heartbreak. A girl in love would never make it as a celebrity. However, over a bit of time, I realized it was too late. While trying to keep myself from heartbreak and guarding my heart, I ended up hurting not only the one person who ever gave a shit about me, but also me. I regret leaving Harry that day. I wished I had gone about things differently, but nothing can change the past. What’s done is done. I made the biggest mistake in my life, because this? The fame and fortune? Means shit to me. I don’t want any part of it if I can’t have Harry standing beside me. All the dreams and all the lights mean nothing if I can’t have him. I love him. I love him. I love him. And I always will.