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Sunday Morning Jams - Niall Horan

*Request for anon: Could you do one with Niall based on his latest sc video ( him jamming to music in bed )* 

Just something a bit short. I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think!

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Sunday mornings with Niall were always your favorite. Those Sunday’s where you had no schedule or plan for the day. Just simply being able to savor the morning in each other’s presence, and stay in bed however long you two wanted. You were thankful for another one of those mornings when you woke up to gentle kisses pressed against the smooth skin of your neck, and warm arms wrapped tightly around the curve of your waist. 

“Good morning Angel,” Niall’s gentle voice reached your ear as he continued to press kisses where ever he pleased, “I’ve missed you.” You let out a small giggle, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you slowly turned to face him. 

“Baby, I’ve been right here the whole time,” you let out, placing a quick peck on his pink lips. Smiling as much as you could this early in the morning. 

“I know, but I missed you while I slept.” You released another giggle as his mouth formed into a pout. 

“Well we’re both awake now and we get to spend the whole day together, just you and me.” His brilliant smile appeared once more as you spoke, and captured your lips in another kiss, lingering for a few moments that still seemed too short in your mind. You shut your eyes softly as you listened to the gentle music playing from the speakers on your bedside table, connected to your ipod. You always struggled to fall asleep but throughout the years noticed music helped you tremendously. When you and Niall first moved in it took awhile for him to get use to but soon found that the instrumental music you always played helped him just as much as it helped you. You removed Niall’s hand from your hip as you quickly rolled over to grab the device, but not with out a loud groan from him. 

“Oh shush I’ll be right back,” you said with a small laugh at his playful grumbling, “I want to put on some different music.” you muttered under your breath as you scrolled through your music library trying to find the perfect song. You didn’t notice his small chuckle as he watched your face fall into a look of concentration trying to find what you were looking for.

“Aha, here’s a good one,” you exclaimed excitedly as you hit play and rolled back into your boyfriend’s side. You hummed to the start of the music tapping your fingers in time against Niall’s chest. You started nodding your head to the beat, the lyrics falling from your lip, going a little louder as the chorus hit. 

You smiled brightly as Niall pulled out his phone after a few songs, pulling up snapchat. You both were singing loudly and dancing as much as you could, being wrapped up in sheets. You laughed as you both appeared on the screen mouthing the lyrics to the song playing in the background. 

“You always gotta be snapchatting don’t you,” you teased playfully as he added the short video to his story. 

“Gotta show she world how cute you are,” he teased back kissing your cheek with a huge grin on his face. 

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Another Man Hurts You - Preference

*Request for anon:  Imagine/one shot for each Boy where he is your bf but some other guy hurts you (ex, random guy, etc.)*

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A/N: I apologize in advance if these are very similar or like other things I’ve written or if it’s just sucky in general, haha. 

Liam:

You look in a deep breath, looking over at your boyfriend as he smiled brightly conversing with all his old friends. You both had been invited to a party at the local club and despite not being one for these kinds of things, tagged along anyway to support your boyfriend. You sat alone in the corner, having seen no one you knew, and not wanting to annoy your boyfriend as he caught up with old friends. You tried to ignore the clearly intoxicated people around you as you focused on your phone, wishing you could just be with Liam. You  didn’t mean to sound like a drag, and you really didn’t want to sound like all you wanted to do was go home, but you couldn’t deny the night would be a bit more enjoyable with another friend or two to talk with. You put your phone into sleep, shoving it into your back pocket as you made your way outside, desperate for some fresh air. Your wrapped your leather jacket tighter around you when the cold chill hit your skin.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone.” You jumped as the thickly accented voice reached your ears, and felt a large hand twist around your waist. You laughed nervously, taking a step sideways to get out of his arms. He only moved closer, his fingers gripping tighter as you grew increasingly more uncomfortable.

“Shitty boyfriend you have for leaving you to yourself, I could treat you better,” his slurred words fell from his lips as they pressed against your neck. You grew even more tense, pushing hard against his chest.

“Please leave me alone,” you mumbled a little louder. You were always too compliant in these situations, too nervous to speak out or fight back.

“So polite,” he chuckled in reply, not letting up despite your struggles.

“I said to STOP!” You screamed out, twisting every which way. The strange man had enough as he held a bruising grip to your wrist, twisting your body and slamming you against the brick wall with a grunt. You cried out in pain, trying to get the man’s hands off of your bare skin. You immediately slumped to the concrete as the man was ripped away from you, your boyfriend’s face appearing through your tear clouded vision. Your attacker ran off, not daring to put up a fight with Liam.

“I’m so sorry baby, god I’m a bloody idiot for leaving you alone,” he picked you up wrapping his arms protectively around you as you tried to hold back your flood of tears when your fear had settled.

“Did he hurt you badly?” His words were laced with every bit of worry imaginable, as he examined your body. His heart dropped when his eyes landed on the forming bruise on your head, and red wrist.

“Let’s get you home darling,” he whispered holding you close by your waist as he helped you to the car.

Harry:  When your relationship with Harry began to grow serious, it was a given that you would meet his other band mates soon after. You and the boys were two extremely important things in Harry’s world and the thought that you all wouldn’t get along made him more nervous then he would like to admit. It was clear that he had nothing to worry about the moment you opened the door to greet them with the biggest hug and smile.. All the boys adored you, but no matter what you did or how you acted Zayn was the only one who seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. It never bothered you much at first, having been assured by Harry that he would warm up to you soon enough, but you grew more and more discouraged as the time passed on. You became frustrated the more you heard the excuses he would make to avoid the events and parties you were both invited to. Things never escalated much, he spent most of the time ignoring you if the two of you happened to meet, with the occasional rude comment thrown in if he was feeling grouchy. You were getting fed up with him, having gone through every possible reason he could dislike you so much you were determined to talk with him and get to the bottom of it. Harry had invited all of the boys to hang out at his place for the night, and while the rest of them were scattered around doing various things they had left you two alone. You never liked confrontation so when the time came to actually speak up your words got caught in your throat, heart hammering against your chest. 

You finally let the words fall from your lips, “Why do you hate me?” Your voice was muffle against the pillow you held tightly to your chest. When he didn’t reply you lifted your head speaking louder as you repeated yourself. The only reply you received was a short chuckle from him, as if the answer was obvious and your question was ridicules. “I’ve done nothing but be kind to you and you treat me like shit,” you muttered irritably.

“That’s the thing you’re just so annoying and so-” he paused as if trying to find the right word, “fake.” Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, turning to meet his gaze, he thought you were annoying and fake?

“You act like you’re some peppy cheerleader in high-school and it gets on my nerves. What does Harry even see in you when you’re so childish?” He kept going with his insults only stopping to take a breath. You chewed your lip nervously, blinking harshly as you refused to let him see you wipe the tears from your cheeks. You had thought the same thing a million times before, constantly asking yourself what Harry saw in you, afraid you were just a nuisance. The other boys came in each carrying a bowl of snacks from the kitchen, completely oblivious to the conversation that just happened. You stood up from your seat pushing past the boys as you made your way to Harry’s room. You ignored the various questions of what happened, and you shut the door as their bickering reached your ears. You decided your time was spent best up here alone. 

Niall: 

When Niall got the call he immediately went into a panic at the sound of your sobs ringing through the phone.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice threatened to raise to a shout, desperate to find out what was wrong and what he could do to fix it. You gasped for breath, trying to calm down but all you could manage were a view blubbering words.

“Where are you baby, I’m coming to you right now,” he grabbed his keys rushing out to his car, patiently waiting for your reply. You manged to mutter out a simple “Home”, and  he assured you he would be there as soon as he could and he would stay on the phone with you.

“Hey, I’m right out front darling,” he pulled up into your driveway, trying to steady his breathing and refused to let his mind wonder to the worst case scenario. 

“C-can you come around back?” You stuttered around too afraid of him confronting your father. You crept your way downstairs when he agreed, opening the door leading out into the backyard. Niall gasped when he saw the state you were in; busted lip, swollen eye, bruised arm, and cuts scattered across your face. He immediately pulled you in close, rubbing soothing circles around your back, 

“Who did this to you?” His voice was laced with every ounce of concern, his heart breaking at the thought of anyone hurting you. You clutched tightly to Niall’s white t-shirt, not wanting to think about the events that just occurred.

“M-my father,” you whispered, voice muffled by your boyfriends chest. Niall tensed at your confession, anger rushing through him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down for your sake.

“Hey, lets get you all fixed up okay darling.” He kissed your forehead softly, leading you inside your house. 

Louis: 

You clutched tightly to Louis’ hand, not daring to let go in the large crowd of flashing cameras and screaming fans. You palms were sweating and your legs shaking as you both tried to push through. You were never good with large crowds, and that anxiety was making itself very present in this moment. Louis squeezed your hand reassuringly, noticing how tense you were becoming. You both tried to ignore the questions about obvious rumors that seemed to be spreading like wild fire.

“Louis, Louis over here!”

“Louis, are you having a child with Y/N?”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Y/N, who was that guy you were seen with earlier in the week?”

Your breathing became ragged, as the crowd seemed to grow closer and closer with every question. You didn’t have time to laugh or roll your eyes at the questions being asked, you were desperate to get safely into the car. You let out a scream off shock as one camera man reached out to grab you. When you managed to get out of the man’s death grip you instantly stumbled into another, who pushed you against a man beside him. You could feel yourself shutting down, as you were pushed around even more. You tried to regain focus on Louis, tears threatening to spill down your cheek. Your vision was growing blurry, your brain not registering you were falling to the ground. Louis’ shouts and screams to move back and give you space were the last thing you heard before your vision grew black.  

Zayn: 

You wanted to enjoy a nice night out with your boyfriend, not run into your abusive ex, but here you were. You were strolling through the park after a nice dinner for two at your favorite restaurant. Zayn had been so busy for the past few weeks you were thankful for even a few hours with him. You thought he had seen the all too familiar figure, you wish you could forget, out of the corner of your eye, but convinced yourself your mind was just playing tricks on you. Your suspicion was confirmed when you felt your boyfriend visibly tense up at the approaching figure. Your heart began beating violently, a million different ways this could end racing through your mind, the worse ones seeming to stick in your head. 

“Z-zayn can we go?” You whispered urgently clutching tighter to his tattooed hand. He immediately nodded, turning around to avoid any conflict. Your hopes were crushed when the gruff voice met your ears, only coming closer. 

“Well, well well what a lovely surprise to see you here,” he smirked stepping around to face you. You tried to steady your breathing as you meet his gaze. 

“Leave her alone you bastard,” Zayn seethed pulling you closer to his side. 

“Is this the man replacing me? Nice try babe, you can do better.” He chuckled as he eyed Zayn up and down, obviously not pleased with what he saw. He took a few steps closer, his smirk still plastered on his mouth. 

“Anyone is a step up from you, I can assure you that and don’t you dare call me babe.” Your confidence was slowly coming back with your boyfriend by your side. “Come on lets go,” you mumbled softly tugging Zayn gently as you both turned around towards home. You gasped as you felt a harsh grip on your wrist tugging you roughly against his chest.

“I wasn’t done talking to you,” your ex seethed, his grip only growing tighter as you whimpered softly. You took a deep breath as he was ripped away from you and pushed to the ground.

“Lay your filthy hands on my girl again and I swear it’ll be the last thing you do,” Zayn growled as your ex scrambled to get up, running away at his last warning. Your tense shoulders relaxed as the figure disappeared, thankful for Zayn’s protection. 

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Another Man Hurts You Pt.2 - One Direction Preference

*Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse*

A/N: Can we talk about being really repetitive? Sorry for that, and any mistakes grammar or otherwise. Also for Harry’s, I don’t mean to portray Zayn in a negative way or say that he would do that, I just really needed content and that’s what I came up with. Got to add as much drama as possible you know. ;) 

Part one here + My other writing and let me know what you think here.

Liam: 

You and Liam finally made it home safe. The car ride spent largely in silence as the adrenaline still coursed through your veins and a million different thoughts occupied your mind. You began shaking as the tears cascaded down your face once again and the adrenaline left. You didn’t want to think about what would have happened if Liam hadn’t been there, or had come even a few moments later. Your sobs grew louder as the possibilities raced through your mind. The strangers grip still lingered on your skin and his slurred words still rung through your ears. You removed your shoes, making your way to the bedroom. You didn’t know how you felt, did you feel anything at all? Were you scared? Were you angry at Liam? No, you didn’t have a right to be angry at him, he was having a good time, you were the one who went out side by yourself. Of course you were thankful  for Liam being there, you don’t know what you would have done with out him. Every sort of emotion washed over you. You were too occupied trying to figure out what was going on that Liam’s entrance was left unnoticed, until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. 

“Baby, I can’t express how sorry I am. I’m an idiot for leaving you alone for so long, even though I know you don’t like these kind of events,” his voice cracked, trying not to let himself cry, knowing he had to be strong for you. Guilt was eating away at him, knowing exactly what could have happened if he hadn’t come and found you right then and there. His face fell in the crevice of your neck, gentle kisses being placed against your skin, letting you know he was right there and wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Liam stop, it was my fault. I was feeling too sorry for myself sitting all alone, and it was me who made the decision to go outside. Don’t apologize for having fun with your friends.” You turned around as you spoke, placing a hand against his warm cheek wiping a tear away as it fell against your thumb. 

“No, baby please don’t ever think that it was your fault. I couldn’t bear to live with myself if I knew you felt this was your doing. It’s no one’s fault but his that you got attacked, but it is my fault that I wasn’t there to protect you sooner.” His hands ran a trail down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours as he looked into your eyes. You took a shaky breath, looking down to avoid his gaze. You let another set of sobs wrack through your body as your head fell on his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your waist, leaning his head against yours, comforting you as you let it all out.

“C’mon love, I’m gonna run you a hot bath, alright? I’m going to take care of you, let you know how important you are to me.” He ran his hands up to your shoulder, squeezing reassuringly as he led you to the bathroom. You nodded your head softly, wiping your eyes as you followed him in. You would never get over the fact you had been blessed with the most incredible boyfriend. 

Harry: 

As Harry walked in, a bowl of popcorn wrapped tightly in his hands, his gaze fell upon you. His eyes immediately fell into a look of panic as he saw the tears in your eyes. You dashed out of the room before he could ask you what was wrong. He looked over at Zayn, catching the roll of his eyes as he turned back to his phone as if nothing had happened. Harry’s worry melted into anger knowing the history between you two. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He fumed, not even bothering to get the full story, knowing good and well he was the man behind this. Zayn’s silence only made things worse, like he didn’t even care that he upset anyone. “I’m talking to you Zayn, don’t fucking ignore me.”

“I just told her the truth, nothing more,” he shrugged his shoulders not even meeting Harry’s stares, “Don’t know what you see in her or why you’re defending her.” he muttered under his breath. Harry’s jaw clenched, the whites of his knuckles visibly appearing as he dug his nails into the skin of his palms, only trying to prevent doing something he might regret later. 

“You’re a goddamn idiot Zayn, that’s my girlfriend and you have no right to speak to her like that!” His voice boomed loudly as he took a step towards Zayn. 

“I can talk to her however the bloody well I please,” Zayn retorted backed. only trying to defend himself at this point. Harry couldn’t stand it a second longer as he grabbed Zayn roughly out of the seat, only being stopped by Liam’s strong grip.

“Harry stop, Y/N needs you right now go up to her,” Liam’s smooth voice instantly brought him back to his senses. The images of your tear stained cheeks flooded his mind as he made his way up stairs to you. His heart split in two as the sound of your sobs filled his ears, the picture no better as he opened the door revealing your curled up figure. You didn’t even make it to the bed, rocking yourself on the thick carpet of the floor. He quickly knelt down by your side, rubbing his hand soothingly along your waist trying to get you to look up at him. When that was no use he placed you in his lap, feeling your head fall into the crook of his neck. 

“Baby, whatever he said or did means nothing. Words can’t express how much you mean to me,” his whispered words in your ear did little to sooth you at the moment as you held tightly on to him. 

“God, he was right I’m such a child for letting these stupid words get to me like this,” you mumbled out after a few moments of silence, “I’m so clingy and insecure Harry, how do you deal with me?” A flash of anger passed through him at the thought of Zayn having made you doubt his love for you. He took a deep breath as you looked up at him, pulling a stray hair behind your ear. 

“Angel, I’ve failed if I’ve made you doubt my love for you, because you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long, long time. I don’t know what I would do if you just decided to up and leave me, especially on the basis of thinking I didn’t love you.” His voice cracked in the middle of his small speech, a small tear caressing his soft skin. “You’re not childish for crying or getting upset over words, those hurt just as much as any other kind of pain.” Your head fell back by his neck, sniffling softly as you embraced the feeling of his arms around you.

“I love you no matter what anyone else says or does, just remember that darling.”

Niall: 

Niall’s hand squeezed your’s reassuringly as he helped you to the bathroom. You let out a deep breath as you realized your father had left, leaving you and Niall alone. You felt numb, feeling no real pain from your cuts and bruises yet. 

“Up you go,” Niall mumbled as he helped you onto the bathroom counter, his large hands on your waist. You looked up at him, tears threatening to spill over once again. He let out a soft sigh as he moved to the cupboards to gather rubbing alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, and anything else he might need, placing them on the counter.   

“Do you want to talk about it love? Tell me what happened,” his voice was smooth and gentle, calming you in your state, “This is going to sting a bit.” You flinched back, letting out a gasp as the alcohol soaked cotton ball was placed on your cut flesh. You were silent for a few moments, chewing you lip nervously as you recounted the events that happened less than an hour ago. He tilted your chin up to get a better look as he continued cleaning. 

“I...I came back from a friends house. I stayed over there because I didn’t want to deal with...with him,” you paused your story wincing again as he worked on another cut, “He wasn’t um...well he wasn’t too happy about that and he started yelling and throwing things and then-” You couldn’t finish your story before the tears fell down your cheek, finally feeling the damage he had caused. 

“Christ, Y/N why did you never tell me this was going on?” His voice was shaky, so angry with himself that he never noticed what was going on at home. “You need to get the authorities involved. What he’s done is a very punishable crime, he needs to get what he deserves.” You violently shook your head, ripping away from Niall’s grip. 

“No, no, no you can’t do that!” You were shouting hysterically, your heart pounding at his suggestion. “H-he’ll find a way out of it Niall and it’ll be so much worse.” Niall’s heart broke as your sobs only grew louder. He quickly dropped his supplies and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Hey, shh, baby it’s alright,” he placed his hand on your head as he spoke, letting it fall on his shoulder. The tears began to soak through his t-shirt. “I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near you, alright? He’ll get what he deserves and I’ll keep you safe.” His arms grew tighter around you, making sure you understood his words. 

“I’m scared,” you cried out, voice muffled by the clothe Niall wore. Your hands shook as they desperately grasped onto him. 

“Oh baby, I know, I know.” His eyes squeezed tightly, the tears escaping despite his will. 

After a few moments your heart beat slowed down, tears ceasing to fall as you both reluctantly let go of each other. Niall gently swiped under your eyes, taking away the last few tears, being careful not to touch the freshly cleaned wounds. He took your arm, examining for any other injuries he could take care of. He moved down to place his hands at the hem of your shirt. Swiftly lifting it away from your skin, he looked up to make sure it was okay as he saw the bruises littered across your stomach and chest. 

“Baby, you can’t live like this anymore. Please, please come stay with me? Let me deal with your father if he has any problems.” You took a sharp breath, grabbing onto his hand. 

“Jesus, I couldn’t live with myself if I knew you were staying here. If not me, a close friend you trust?” You nodded your head, not trusting your voice to speak a word. You were so desperate to get out of this hell, anything seemed better. 

“Thank you, Darling.” You let out a sigh of relief knowing you would be in safe keeping, “Come on, let’s get you some ice for those bruises.” He brought your lips into a soft kiss, and helped you down from the counter. You knew Niall would do everything in his will power to protect you and keep you safe. 

Louis:

Panic rushed through Louis’ brain as his desperate pleas to give you space failed, and you fell to the hard ground. He knelt down beside you, quickly placing his arm around your neck to keep your head from hitting the concrete. 

“I said to fucking move and give her space!” He roared getting fed up with the crowding paps. The panic of your well being only heightening his senses.  The crowd finally fell back with the help of Louis’ bodyguards and his undivided attention fell on you. His other arm placed itself at the bend of your knees gently picking you up and holding you tightly to his chest. He released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he managed to get you safely in the building. He was quickly escorted to a large couch and placed you softly against the cushions. 

“I need a glass of water, and a wet wash clothe please,” he frantically shouted examining you for any injuries that may have occurred from falling or being pushed around. Nothing seemed to be majorly wrong besides a small scrap on your elbow, which was cleaned and bandaged as soon as possible. Louis let out a breath of relief as he saw your eyes open, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.   

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as the lights above you shone brightly in your eyes. You groaned as a ringing pain shot through your head, trying to sit up straight. 

“No, no baby stay down you’re alright.” You relaxed as you heard Louis’ soothing words. You fell back down against the pillows of the couch. You graciously took the glass of water he offered you and embraced the cool feeling of the wet clothe against your heated skin. 

“I’m so sorry baby, god I’m an idiot for not being able to protect you more,” he mumbled desperately, rushing around to do everything possible to make you comfortable.

“N-not your fault,” you managed to stutter out, your eyes blinking shut as a wave of tiredness washed over you. 

“I’m gonna get you to the hospital baby, just to make sure everything’s alright with ya, okay love?” 

Zayn:  

Zayn let out a loud groan, clutching his pillow tightly trying to grasp onto the sleep he was just awoken from. He looked over at the clock, reading the lit up numbers of 3:30am, letting the silence and stillness of the night wash over him. He was suddenly alert when he heard the soft whimpers come from your lips, and the frightful jerk of your limbs. He quickly turned around placing a hand on your stomach, trying to wake you up as they got louder and stronger. 

“Hey Love, it’s okay wake up I’m right here,” he let out a bit louder shaking you gently. He jumped back in shock as you shot up, screaming and slamming your fist against his chest. 

“Get away from me, NO STOP, please!” You screamed out, sobs wracking through your body feeling like you were still in your dream.

“Hey, hey it’s just me, you’re alright it was just a nightmare.” His words were stern, trying to get you to listen as he held your beating fist against his bare skin. You took a gasping breath, falling back against the silk sheets of the bed you both shared. You rubbed  your eyes tiredly, trying to stop the flowing tears. Zayn placed his thumb under your eyes, wiping softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, falling beside you. 

“Do you want to talk about it, Love?” He whispered, bringing you in closer as your sobs only grew louder. 

“I was d-doing so good, and h-hadn’t had any nightmares till that s-stupid man showed himself,” you stuttered out, hiding your face in his chest not wanting to remember the horrors of your dream, sadly too real events that happened so long ago. 

“I know baby, I know. I’m so proud of you darling, so proud of how strong you’ve been and how strong you are,” he spoke softly, running his fingers through your hair trying to sooth you in any way possible, “I’m here with you now darling, and I swear I won’t let anyone hurt you like he did. As long as I’m alive and here with you.” His hands rubbed comforting shapes into your back bringing you in as tight as he could, making his point clear. 

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First Dance - Niall Horan

A/N: I promise I’m working on request right now. This is just something I started a little bit ago and wanted to finish as I gathered inspiration to complete the request that I have. It’s a bit short, but I hope you like it. 

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He was the most wonderful thing you had ever seen, his now grown out brunette hair styled to perfection, beautifully tailored suit and blue eyes that made you melt every time he looked your way. Your eyes simply gleamed, and the goofiest smile was plastered on your face as you looked at each other. The couples first dance was just announced, and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Shall we my lady?” Niall asked holding his hand out, with an equally as goofy smile as yours. You giggled as your hands connected and he led you to the dance floor. You blushed crimson red and you felt like a school girl finding out her crush likes her, only even better because you get to spend forever with the love of your life. Niall gently placed your other hand on his shoulder, his falling immediately to your waist bringing you as close as he possibly could. He wrapped his other hand around yours and began swaying as the music started, your song filling you and Niall’s ears. His eyes fell upon yours and he looked at you like you were his universe. His head fell down to your ear whispering softly, placing a small kiss under your ear lobe

 "Every star in the galaxy doesn't stand a chance against your beauty my love.” You let out another giggle, to giddy to possibly do anything else as you leaned up to place a soft kiss on top of his lips. 

“I’ve never felt more happy in my entire life, then in the moments I get to spend with you,” you mumbled against another kiss, as you felt his mouth form into a perfect smile. 

“As wonderful and perfect as this day has been, I really can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” he whispered ever so softly against your ear. Your heart fluttered at his words, images racing through your mind at what would happen and you were just as impatient as he was. A small smirk played on his lips as the song ended and he led you off the dance floor. As the other mandatory dances whisked by the rest of the reception was filled with sneaky comments, winks, and smirks exchanged between the two of you. Enough excitement filled the both of you in hopes of really soaking the whole day in later that night.

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I’m Sorry I didn’t Listen - Niall Horan

*Request for anon: Could you do one with niall where the boys talk bad about you (turns out it was just them thinking they were protecting niall from getting hurt) but it just makes him mad and you upset. Something like that??*

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You’re arms were wrapped tightly around you, shaking your head profusely as Niall repeated himself.

“Niall, I don’t want to go that’s final, have fun with out me.” You were getting a bit agitated he wouldn’t leave it alone, you just wanted to curl up on the couch and enjoy a good movie or a book. 

“Baby, what’s going on? You’re always up to go out.” He grabbed your hand tenderly, pulling you a little closer to him. You took in a deep breath, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“It’s obvious I’m not welcome with the other boys, and I don’t want to ruin their night.” Your voice hardly rose above a whisper, your shoulders slumping squeezing his hand softly.

“What are you talking about Love? Of course you’re welcome with all of us, what makes you think otherwise?” His brows furrowed, tilting his head in confusion. You let out a small snort, almost taken aback he didn’t noticed how the mood visibly changed when they saw you, or how they shifted in discomfort, sending looks of disdain your way when ever they could. In your mind it was clear how they felt about you, and you refused to ruin their night.

After much begging (and maybe a little bribery) Niall managed to convince you to get dressed and come with him. You ruffled the skirt of your knee lengthened black floral dress, clinging tightly to your boyfriend’s arm as you both walked into the restaurant you were all meeting in. Your heart began thumping against your rib cage as you saw the other boys come into view. They were all laughing loudly, but when they saw you all smiles had ceased. You looked away, messing with your skirt even more as your nerves skyrocketed. 

“Baby, why are you so nervous,” Niall whispered in your ear, noticing the death grip you had on his arm, along with your awkward glances and anxious ruffling of your dress’s skirt. You opened your mouth but were interrupted as all the boys came over to greet Niall. No one bothered to say hello, or even look your way. You smiled as best you could, following Niall as they led us to their saved table. Conversation started up immediately between the reunited boys as you sat back listening intently. Every now and than you felt the need to chime in, but were ignored or quickly talked over. You refused to make a big deal out of it, knowing it would only makes things worse. The waiter finally came to the table, and one by one started taking everyone’s order. You were shocked and confused when Louis had spoken up to order for you,

“She’ll take the salad, it’s the cheapest item on the menu and I think we can also all agree she needs something a bit healthier to eat.” 

“Uh, y-yeah that’s fine I was going to order that anyway,” you lied, chewing the inside of your cheek ferociously, not daring to look up at anyone. The waiter jotted down the order, reassuring us the drinks would be out momentarily as he walked off.

“What the hell was that?” Niall directed at Louis, confusion etched in every corner of his face, “Seriously you’ve all been acting like children towards (Y/N) tonight,” Niall continued, fuming. 

“I, um I’m going to head to the bathroom,” you stood up, your lips quivering as you pushed you chair back, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t want to hear Niall’s raging words, or the other boys arguments.

“For christ sake Niall, it’s so obvious she’s just using you,” Louis screamed, finally fed up with it all, “She’s such a baby as well.” He continued, not even bothering to wait till you were out of ear shot. 

“We’re just trying to protect you, she’s too young for you and we don’t want you to get hurt when her true intentions are shown,” Harry muttered, explaining what all the others were evidently thinking. A wave of guilt washed over Niall for not trusting your judgement. He was simply in denial they would ever do such a thing.

“You all sound like the bloody tabloids, do you know how much convincing it took for me to get her here?” He seethed. “She knew how you all acted around her and I should have believed her.” He threw down his napkin, roughly pushing back his own chair as he walked after you, ignoring the boys pleas. He found you in the bathroom hall, tears falling slowly down your face. He grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, as he peppered your cheeks with kisses.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” he whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head. 

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Crush - Niall Horan

*Request for Anon: Niall has a crush on you and has for awhile. Boys joke about it until he finally asks you out????*

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“He’s probably thinking about y/n, give him a few moments,” followed by a few snickers from the other boys was all Niall heard after he had zoned back in. 

“Sorry, what was that?” He mumbled looking up from his phone, even though he knew exactly what was going on. Niall had been the victim of constant teasing and jokes ever since he opened his mouth about you. You had met a little over a year ago, when the boys first went on break, and instantly hit it off. You both bonded over the love of music and guitar, among other things and any chance he could get to see you, he would take it. He was casually mentioning you to the other lads as they were catching up, finally all in one place again, and he was a little more enthusiastic about you than he tried to let on. The boys certainly made it clear that was the case whenever they could.  

“Come on Niall, it’s so obvious your absolutely smitten about the girl,” Louis cried out, throwing his hands above his head, “Just ask her out already, you’ve known her long enough.” Niall shrugged casually turning back to his phone, and ignored the comments as always. He wasn’t going to deny he liked the teasing, annoying as it was. Every time they brought you up, his heart fluttered at the very thought of a chance with you. 

“We’re just friends, I don’t want to ruin that.” he mumbled, aimlessly scrolling through twitter.  

“Oh come on, that’s the oldest excuse in the book. I’ve seen the way she looks at you the rare moments you aren’t looking at her. She’s just as smitten about you as you are about her.” Niall’s heart beat heavier at Liam’s words, they could tell you liked him?

“Seriously, we all know how charming and funny you are but I don’t think anyone would laugh that much at your jokes, or blush so profusely when they saw you if they didn’t have some sort of crush on you.” Harry reassured him, almost taken aback Niall didn’t see it himself. Niall chewed his lip nervously as his focus turned completely on the boys.

“You guys really think she would say yes?” His voice grew hopeful, wanting it all to be true more than anything. His smile grew as they all nodded in agreement, so certain they were right. 

“Okay, okay I’ll ask your out, but I’m blaming all of you if I get rejected,” he let out a small laugh as they all cheered making his smile only grow.

Niall had invited you over, like he often did, to simply hangout. You never planned anything too specific, just time to chill and talk. With the boys conversation still fresh in his mind he let you in, giving you one of the hugs he always does. He let out a small chuckle as you immediately made your way into the kitchen, rummaging around for something to eat. 

“Don’t judge me Horan, I’m hungry!” You shouted out in reply to his small laugh.

“No judgement here, I’m hurt you would label me so quickly,” he gasped out playfully, a hand clutching at his heart. You rolled your eyes, giggling as you found yourself something small and made your way to the living room couch. You were about to let out another joke, when you noticed the seriousness that fell over Niall.

“You okay?” You asked, slightly confused by his nervous state as you both sat down.

“I want to talk to you,” Niall stated quietly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Yeah, of course anything, what’s up?” You were met with a long pause, Niall wringing his hands together, tapping his foot ever so slightly. 

“I really like you a lot, like more than friends. I didn’t realize it fully until a few days ago but I know how true it is now, and it’s taken me everything just to tell you this and-” Niall’s words were spoken in one long breath, only pausing to meet you gaze and see your reaction. You took in a sharp breath, in shock at his confession. not knowing how to respond. Niall’s heart fell when you said nothing, screaming to himself that he ruined everything.

“I really like you to,” you whispered, your eyes beginning to gleam, simply amazed that he felt the same way about you. You giggled once more as Niall visibly relaxed, beaming brightly at your words. 

“I want to take you out on a proper date, see where this will take us.” 

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Miscarriage - Harry Styles

It was all a blur, none of it seemed real and you were still in denial. After being married for two beautiful years you and Harry decided a child was the next step in life and you couldn’t be more excited. It was a long journey, involving multiple doctor visits, words that you would never be able to conceive and plenty of tears and heartache between the two of you. After nearly three years your miracle came, and you would never forget the look of sheer joy on your husbands face when you surprised him with the news. He couldn’t contain himself, practically shouting with glee as he dragged you around the living room floor dancing his golden heart out. Nothing in the world could make you happier than the two of you were in that moment. As the weeks wore on you and the little one were both as healthy as could be and despite the morning sickness, mood swings and crazy cravings that came with pregnancy you and Harry were living in bliss.

 Suddenly things began increasingly going down hill. You were gradually losing weight, feeling more nausea than normal and sharp pains were far to frequent to feel right. You and Harry were dressed up for date, a day for the both of you perfectly wrapped up with lunch and walk through your favorite park, but plans quickly change. Sharp pains began once again to rip through your lower abdominal and as you both notice blood coming from the lower parts of your body, your heart immediately sunk to the bottom of your stomach.

“No, no, no please God no,” you took a shaky breath holding back tears as your hand grasped tightly on to Harry’s.

“We’re going to the Doctors, now this isn’t good,” he held your waist and helped you into the car. Despite his attempts to pull off a strong demeanor you saw right through him. This baby was the world to the both of you, and after everything you went through together - no you wouldn’t think about that, everything would be fine. 

Harry was forced to stay in the waiting room of the clinic and every minute that passed felt like a slow twist of a knife in his chest. His legs wouldn’t stand still and his eyes didn’t dare leave the door that led to examination rooms. It had felt like a century had past, and no amount of magazine scanning or TV watching seemed to keep him distracted. As the door swung open Harry shot up, a small glimmer of hope shimmered in his eyes as you and the doctor stepped out, but no sooner than it had come had it disappeared. Your silence spoke for its self as you slowly made your way towards him. He held his arms open wide and his lip quivered at the mere sight of your state. You sunk into him, clutching tightly to his t-shirt as he swayed ever so slightly with you. You were emotionless, no sound left your lips, no tears graced your cheeks. It didn’t feel real, this wasn’t suppose to happen. Your eyes fluttered shut as Harry placed delicate kisses upon your head, his hands rubbing unrecognizable shapes on your back. For a few moments nothing more happened, but you couldn’t hold it back any more, a sob rushed out of your mouth as your fingers desperately clung tighter to your husband.

“This wasn’t suppose to happen, why did this happen,” you wanted to scream, but your vocal chords didn’t seem to agree not raising more than an octave above a whisper.

“Shh, darling I know I know,” His arms brought you closer, and as you looked up into his emerald eyes the tears fell down his cheek. “I know this will be hard, it’ll take time to heal but we can start over, nothing’s going to stop us, darling.” 

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Reading - Preference

Harry: 

You were curled up tightly on the comfy couch, a book clutched tightly between your fingers, and the softest fleece blanket you owned wrapped snug around your shoulders. It was a blustery winter day and nothing sounded better than doing exactly what you were doing.Your foot tapped in anticipation as the climax of the book got closer and closer.

“Hey baby, do you want whip cream and caramel on top of you’re hot chocolate?”  You looked up slowly as Harry’s voice reached your ears, a finger holding your place on the page.

“Is that even a question?” you asked a small a giggle falling from between your lips as your boyfriend nodded with a smirk and dashed back into the kitchen to finish his masterpiece. He came back only moments later with two mugs of hot chocolate, both topped with as much whip cream as he could possibly fit. He set down your favorite mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Hey, you promised to stop reading until I got back, it was getting good,” he whined in fake disappointment, the cutest pout falling upon his lips.

“Exactly,” you laughed softly and Harry’s smile instantly returned. He lifted up the blanket, falling down on the couch as we wrapped it partially around himself. He placed his large hand on your waist bringing you in as close as possible, settling in.

“Okay continue,” he whispered softly as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers rubbing your hip softly. As you placed your head on his shoulder you started reading from where you had left off, continuing your afternoon together.

Louis:

“Louis stop it, I’m trying to read,” you let out a loud whine as you repeated yourself once more. The book you had been waiting weeks for finally came and you weren’t going to let anything stop you from finishing it today, even your (super hot) boyfriend leaving slow trails of kisses up and down your neck as he sat behind you.

“Baaaby, you’ve been reading for hours I’m lonely,” he whined just as loud as you had as he trailed his lips up further. He reached your ear letting his voice drop to a whisper, “and I want you.” His hands, having been wrapped around your waist, placed themselves on the curves of your hips, rubbing slowly up and down. You bit your lip, a small shiver racing through your body as your eyes shut, soaking in the feeling of lips against your skin. You shook your head, shaking off the spell he was putting you under.

“No, we can do whatever you want later.” The whiny tone never leaving your voice. He let out a soft sigh, finally ceasing the slow attack on your neck. He placed his head on your shoulder and enclosed your waist in his arms. You lips formed into a small smirk, bringing your hand up to pat his cheek in reassurance. You found your place once again and continued on only to be stopped again a few minutes later. You rolled your eyes playfully letting out a small laugh which quickly melted into a moan as he finally found your sweet spot. His lips quickly formed into a smirk and started sucking on that one area.

“Okay, fine reading can wait,” you let out in a breathy tone slamming you book shut and turning to face Louis with a look of fake annoyance, a cocky smile plastered across his face.

Liam: 

Your head hit the arm of the couch as you fell back from another fit of coughs. You had been sick for weeks now with a bad case of bronchitis that wouldn’t seem to go away. Your strength had almost completely disappeared over the weeks and it took everything you had to complete the simple action of moving from the bed you shared with Liam, to the couch. You were desperate for a change of scenery from your bedroom and the living room was the best you could do. Liam walked in with a cup of freshly made hot tea for you, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him. With all the strength you could muster, when you first fell ill, you had tried to convince Liam you would only make him sick if he got anywhere near you, but of course being the boyfriend he was couldn’t stand not taking care of you. He reassured you that he would deal with the possibility of getting sick after you were completely better. He placed the cup of tea on the side table and knelt down near your head, and held your hand tightly in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better? I hate seeing you like this,” he mumbled kissing your hand. You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him with the biggest smile you get muster in your state. He had done everything in his possible power to help you get better and make you feel as comfortable as he could and you were extremely thankful.

“C-can you read to me?” Letting your boyfriend read to you, sick or healthy, was one of your favorite things in the world and you knew it was the perfect thing to make you happy right now.

“Yeah, of course! What book do you want?” he asked standing up immediately turning towards the office space where you both kept all your books, eager to do something to ease your discomfort. Your silence led him to choose something on his own, and his eyes shone brightly when he found your favorite book. He made his way over to the couch, gently lifting your head as he sat down, placing it in his lap and flipping open the book.

“Chapter One…” he began, simultaneously running his hand through your hair out of habit, easing you into a soft slumber.

Niall: 

Niall was an absolute wreck, and had been since he first heard the news and saw the condition you were in. Three weeks ago Niall got a call that you had been in a fatal accident, hit by a drunk driver and were in a coma. He got the first plane home and had been by your hospital bed ever since, never leaving your side. He wouldn’t eat, or drink unless forced to, and he only grew worse as the days went on. It was rare for your family to see Niall with out tears running down his cheeks or swelling in his eyes. He talked to you as often as he could, he held your hand firmly in his, placed tender kisses across your face, anything if it would help you wake up. It was all taking a toll on him, his skin began to grow paler, dark circles made themselves evident under his eyes and he was already beginning to grow thinner. 

“Please princess, just wake up I need you more than ever,” we mumbled out, squeezing your hand tighter, tracing small patterns into your skin with his thumb, “I’ll do anything, just please.” He could barely finish his sentence before another sob left his mouth. His hands started shaking and his leg began tapping wildly against the floor. He jumped a little out of his seat when he heard the door of the hospital room open, hearing your father’s footsteps walking into the room. Niall relaxed as he felt his hand on his shoulder and looked up.

“I brought her favorite book,” your father said softly holding it out for Niall to take. He took it with shaking hands and examined it carefully, he furrowed his brows in confusion at his gift.

 “I know how much you both loved reading together, so I thought maybe it could help,” he felt a little uncertain until Niall’s head fell into a nod, “if it doesn’t help her, at least it might get your mind of things a little bit?”

“Thank you sir,” A ghost of a smile formed on his lips at the idea of reading to you. It was like a scene from a movie, trying to wake up his one true love with the reading of a book, but he didn’t mind. Your father was right, if it didn’t help you at least it would stop his mind from running a million miles an hour. He took a shaky breath and fell back in the hospital chair, flipping open the worn book. He took hold of your hand once more and began reading, just hoping and praying it would fix something.