Can you do an imagine/preference where you're insecure and he makes you feel better? :)
Louis: You loved your body. Really. You’d been in great shape all your life, and you took pride in how fit you were. Which is why the changes were so hard. First, it was the boobs. Which, in the beginning, wasn’t so bad because a little extra titty never hurts and Louis was very pleased. But now it was like lugging around extra weight and going from a B to a DD was drastic. But again, that wasn’t the deal breaker. The deal breaker was the fat ass. You love your kids, all 4 of them. Each and every one of your children meant the world to you, but man did the pregnancies take a toll on you. It didn’t hit you until today, when you were trying to shimmy into your old pair of skinny jeans and they just wouldn’t make it past your upper thighs. So after you gave up, you sat against the armoire and sobbed. “(Y/N), babe, why the tears? Is everything alright?” Louis’ voice went up an octave as he sunk down next to you. You were a little shy about discussing the whole body issue with Louis because, for starters he was a little clueless, and you also were embarrassed to even discuss it. While he sat beside you, petting your hair and coaxing you into telling him what was bothering you, it kind of just slipped out.“Louis, I have a fat ass. I have a huge, fat ass and massive tits to match. I’m fat! I’m a fat cow.” You complained, throwing your head into your hands.What you were expecting from Louis was not at all what you were met with. He laughed. You were sitting here, crying, and he actually had the nerve to laugh. For a brief moment, you picked your head up out of your hands to scowl at him. Immediately, the laughing came to a halt, but not without a small chuckle after. “Sweetheart, having 4 kids changes your body. You’re not fat, you may be a little curvier than you were 10 years ago, but definitely not fat. And since we’re confessing, I like the fat ass and matching massive tits, gives me a lil more to play with beneath the sheets.”He complimented before grabbing at your boob, playfully pulling you into him and drowning your chest in a bunch of wet kisses.
Liam: All your makeup was scattered throughout the bedroom. Concealers, foundations, brushes, and whatever else you could get your hands on. But you, you were strewn across the bed with half of your face smothered unevenly in different shades of makeup. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling as you wallowed in self pity, stressing over the ridiculous amount of freckles that had manifested on your face. You were always very confident and it wasn’t really like you to be insecure. However, when it came to the freckles smothering your face, you were insecure. It felt like nothing ever compeltely covered them and you were always struggling to get ride of that one freckle poking out behind the concealer you’d lathered on. you “Christ, what the hell happened in here?” Liam teased, throwing his coat on the door as he stepped over a pile of powders. “Li, you think you can get freckles lasered off?” You asked nonchalantly. Liam chuckled after letting out a mocking groan. This was something you’d always dwelled on and he couldn’t help but laugh at how much you let it stress you out. He laid next to you on the bed for a moment before shifting all your weight over and placing you on top of him. Your eyes met and he pouted at you. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about you. Especially those freckles.” He confessed. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic but predictable line. but, you couldn’t help but crack a smile because he was so sappy and you enjoyed it. And with you smiling, he was smirking and eventually started laughing. “But we do need to change that concealer shade.”
Harry: Your feet were planted firmly on the wooden floor as you stood completely still. There, in your panties and bra, you stared back at yourself in the mirror. It felt like the longer you stared the bigger the scar seemed to appear, running for miles and miles along your torso. You swore the longer you kept looking the more you wanted to cry, and it’d be the fifth time you’d cry about it this week. As you ran your fingers along the scar you had to forcefully choke back the few tears poking your eyes.“(Y/N), love…”Harry’s voice came from the bedroom door, his reflection becoming present in the corner of your mirror. He frowned as he caught you examining the scar for the millionth time today. Soon he was pacing towards you, arms slithering around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A few kisses were placed on the bare skin of your shoulder as well as along your neck. He even tucked a strand of hair carelessly behind your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror.“It’s so..ugly. It makes me feel so ugly.” You choked, a tear trickling down the side of your cheek.Harry was quick to wipe it away, adjusting his arm to remove the tear with his thumb. Another frown tugged at his lips before he spoke. “Think of it like this, kitten. This scar is beautiful because without it there’d be no baby sleeping in the next room and…” His words trailed as he ran his fingers over the few stitches that were left.His frown turned into a little smile the longer he allowed his fingers to graze over it. Soon he was bringing your hand to run over it along with his, reminding you of the perfect human being the two of you brought into the world.
A/N: could NOT think of a Niall one 😩 But PLEASE come request PLS
Harry: The morning after was awkward, to say the least. You kept to yourself, barely speaking as you prepared breakfast.
As you poured yourself a glass of milk, you shivered. The air conditioning was always full-blast on the bus, since the boys could never seem to get cool enough. Standing by the fridge, you began to regret your outfit choice of a sweatshirt and running shorts.
You couldn’t help but notice how eerily quiet it was on the bus. Harry was in the toilet, so his absence didn’t add any vibrancy. Niall and Liam were just exchanging glances, not quite sure what to say, if anything at all. Louis was perfectly comfortable, knowing you were comfortable with him as he sipped on his usual morning tea.
“You know, [Y/N],” Liam finally said, and you turned to look at him. “We’re stopping at McDonald’s for breakfast, if you want anything.”
“Thanks, Liam,” your voice was grateful, gentle and surprisingly modulated. Still, though, you shook your head, “but I think I’m gonna make something. I’d be happy to make you some eggs or pancakes or something.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m kind of in the mood for something greasy. Haven’t had anything from there in a while.”
“Well, it’s paying off,” you joked, and you could see Liam’s face light up. He wasn’t exuberant about the compliment so much as the fact that you were starting to resemble your old jovial self again. “But what about you, Niall? Or Louis?”
“No thanks, love. I’m with Liam,” Louis joked, “need me some fast food.”
“Yeah, no thanks, [Y/N],” Niall said. “I’ve got some of Mum’s left overs in the fridge I’m gonna heat up.”
“A roast?” Liam questioned with a disgusted look on his face. “For breakfast? Christ, Niall, who wants meat this early in the morning?”
“I didn’t say I was having it now, Liam. Later, like ten or-”
You were surprised to hear Harry’s voice as he walked into the room. “Quit your bantering, boys,” he rolled his eyes. You grinned as his arms slotted around your waist, his hair tickling your neck as he reached to kiss your cheek.
“What do you want for breakfast?” You questioned, picking up your glass to drink the milk.
A confused look flashed across Harry’s face. “I thought the lads were getting something from McDonald’s.”
“They are. I just thought you might want me to make something. It’s okay if you’d prefer that, though,” you shrugged.
“It’s not that!” He quickly reassured you, before lowering his voice, “I just didn’t want you to have to cook. I think you should maybe just take it easy today, relax. We could have a lazy afternoon and then just deal with the concert when we get there.”
His statement bothered you a little. You weren’t broken, for Christ’s sake, just a little shook up. You could still cook eggs or bacon or pancakes; you weren’t ten. “Haz,” you sighed, turning in his grip to face him. “I’m not a baby or fragile or distraught. I just had a nightmare. Everyone does. It’s really no big deal. I can handle menial tasks.”
“I wasn’t saying that!” He said. “I just meant... Like... Well, okay, I did kind of mean it. I know everyone has nightmares, but they’re not all caused by trauma. I just want you to be comfortable today. And everyday, really.”
“So just because I was raped, that means I can’t cook because it will upset me?”
“Christ, [Y/N], you know that’s not what I mean!” His voice was getting a little louder as he backed away, his arms no longer wrapped around your body as you stared up at him. You crossed your arms over your chest and fought with everything in you not to let your eyes wander over to meet the glances of Louis or Niall or Liam.
“Then what do you mean, Harry? I know you’re trying to look at for me, but you’re treating me like a child!”
“You were sobbing in my arms last night, [Y/N]! Of course I’m gonna baby you if you cried like that!”
A bitter laugh fell from your mouth. “Are you seriously calling me childish?” You were only half-joking when you said it, but the smile on your face disappeared as Harry didn’t reply, his eyes starting to evade you. As soon as his silence hit you, your mouth fell open and anger bubbled in your stomach. “You are! You think I’m a child!” He remained silent again, and you were growing even more upset. “Oh, fuck you, Styles.”
With that, you walked away.
Liam: He grasped your hand in his, thumb grazing over your soft skin in an attempt to soothe you. You were both seated on the couch, an officer standing across from you, interviewing you and jotting down notes.
Harry was stood at the door. He had been interviewed, too, but the questioning was only brief. Now, he waited by the entrance way, one hand shoved into the pocket of his coat, which he was still wearing, while the other gripped his phone. He had been called by Julian, who had the phone on speaker for Niall and Louis to talk to Harry, too.
“And when did you say you were attacked, Miss [Y/L/N]?” The officer inquired from you.
“When I was fifteen,” you gulped, “six years ago.” You shivered as a chill rushed down your spine, not being able to help but overhear some of what Harry was saying.
“Yeah, no one’s hurt,” he assured into the phone. “Not physically, I mean. [Y/N] and Liam are just really shaken up. I-”
Your attention was pulled away from him when Liam gave your hand a particularly attention-grabbing squeeze. Shooting your gaze back towards him, you followed his motion towards the officer, who appeared to be waiting on you.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, looking down at your shoes to evade his eyes, “could you repeat the question please?”
To your surprise, there wasn’t a hint of impatience in his tone; “That’s alright, Miss [Y/L/N]. I asked when the last time you’ve heard from him was.”
You didn’t even need to think about it; “The last time I saw him in person was at the trial in 2012. The last time I spoke to him was long before that, before we pressed charges. It was the night I sneaked out of camp. I was heading to my parents car in June and he saw me and stopped me.”
“What occurred in that encounter, miss?”
You looked over at Liam, who was watching you with concerned eyes. You didn’t want to have to tell him more about the case - it would break his heart to know what you’d gone through - but he wasn’t concerned with his own peace of mind, just yours.
“I had called my father at one o’clock in the morning, following the attack. Eric had... raped me in the afternoon, and I hid in the boathouse all day and just cried. I waited until nightfall to call my dad. I begged him to come pick me up, told him that I’d been hurt and I’d explain it later but it was imminent that he came and got me.
“While I sneaked to his car, a group of counselors had been playing some card game by the fire and Eric ran over to me. He pulled me towards a tree and I pushed him off, but he grabbed me again. He asked me where I was going and I was still fighting him. He got mad and hit me and his hand went down my pants and I just screamed. A couple counselors ran over and he moved away but I just bolted, leaving all my stuff there.”
“And your father, what happened after he saw you?” The officer was still scribbling away, trying to get all the details.
“He cried.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. Liam, who had been watching you closely, moved closer to you, removing his left hand from yours to wrap his arm around you, wrapping his right hand around yours again. “He saw the bruises around my neck and he knew I’d been hurt. I told him what happened and he cried all the way to the hospital.”
“I’m sorry,” Liam said suddenly, “but why are you asking her about things that happened a long time ago? He was already convicted; aren’t we concerned about what just happened?”
“Of course we are, Mr. Payne,” the detective suddenly broke in. He’d been standing next to the officer the entire time, and he just now decided to speak up. “But none of us were on your girlfriend’s case, so we don’t know much about it. We need to get a good background before we delve into this.”
You could feel your chest grow tighter as he spoke. “So I have to... I have to relive it all again?” The tears were now escaping, slipping down your cheeks. “I have to picture it again and put it into words again and feel violated again?”
“I’m sorry, Miss, but this is standard procedure.” His voice was emotionless, not nearly as caring as that of the officer who had began the interview. Incongruously, Liam had pulled you into a deep, loving embrace. As he held you, your eyes opened and they met Harry’s. He looked away, avoiding your gaze as if he would only hurt you more.
“Listen, guys, I really should be going,” you heard him say into the phone. “It’s not my place to be telling you this, and I should be free in case I need to provide more information.”
You were shocked when you opened your mouth, not expecting to speak, but the words fell out: “Thank you, Harry.”
“For what, love?” His eyebrows furrowed. Liam pulled out of the hug, giving you a confused look.
“For respecting our privacy. For trying to keep Liam safe. For being here and supporting us and being such a good friend. Really, it means a lot.” You truly were grateful; of Liam, of him, of everyone who surrounded you daily. With their support, you may be able to make it through this, after all.
Niall: You couldn’t quite calm yourself down while Niall held you. Your breaths came and went with the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the circles he rubbed into your skin were soothing, but all you could think about was him. The way his arms wrapped around you, the scratchiness of his dry skin, the smell of his breath as he held you pressed against a wall and then you were crying again.
Niall shushed you, pulling you in even tighter. “It’s alright, [Y/N],” he lulled you, “you’re safe now.”
The boys stood around in a mass, looking at each other with wide eyes. None of them knew how to react or what to do; they had never seen you so hurt before, and never wanted to see you like this again. You were like a sister to them, albeit a tad distant following the band’s hiatus, but they loved you nonetheless.
Liam was the first to speak: “[Y/N], Niall... We’re-we’re so sorry. If there’s anything we can do or, fuck, I don’t know - the point is, we’ll be here in case you need anything.”
“We understand if you want privacy though,” Harry interjected as you pulled away from Niall, a little drool on your chin from crying so hard. “We get how personal this can be, so don’t feel obligated to share anything you don’t want to.”
“Thank you,” you nodded quietly, your tears now finished as you sniffled to try to clean yourself up. “I-Thanks.”
They nodded, not really sure what to say at that point. They had a million questions racing through their mind, but didn’t want to ask a single one of them. They didn’t want to hurt you; didn’t want to break the newly defined boundaries that they figured you would have made.
It was almost as if you read their minds. “You know, guys, I’m still me. I’m hurt and bruised and still emotionally torn, but I’m still [Y/N]. You can tell me - or ask me, for that matter - what you want.” Niall kept his hand steadfast on the small of your back as you two watched the boys with waiting stares. They shared awkward glances, wanting to know who would be brave enough to ask the first question.
“Did you call the police?” Harry finally asked, and Liam and Louis seemed to let out a breath they’d been holding.
You nodded quietly. “Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper. “Well, no. Not really. I-Niall took me to the hospital and they were obligated to call the cops.”
“Do you plan on pressing charges?” Liam inquired, a concerned look on his face.
His face crumpled, though, as yours did. He regretted asking the question as you seemed to withdraw into yourself, knowing that this was one of the bigger issues at hand. Niall had expressed last night that he desperately wanted you to press charges (”Any fucker that hurts a girl like that deserves whatever Hell he gets.”) but you weren’t so sure. Fear was consuming your every thought, and you couldn’t imagine having to face him again.
“Never mind!” Liam said quickly. “Never mind, just forget I asked. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you know that we’re going to be here for you regardless of what you decide.”
You offered him a small yet grateful smile. This might help make the decision just that much easier.
Louis: You were right; the entire trial had been hell. You’d gone through more tissues than you could imagine, been critiqued more times than you cared to think about, and been forced to face him again.
But Louis was there for you. He sat next to you the entirety of the trial, save for when you and he had to make statements. He held you every time you cried, never let his hand leave yours, reassured you that none of this was your fault.
But now it was all over. All you had to do was wait for the verdict, make your impact statement, and await his sentencing. “Just another hour, tops, babe,” Louis reassured you, his leg bouncing as he held your hand. Your mother, seated on your other side, was doing the same as the jury came in.
Silence was cast across the courtroom as they sat. You stood as instructed to wait for the judge to walk in. As he seated himself, he asked, “Members of the jury, have you reached your verdict?”
You watched as a tall blond man stood up. His hands shook the paper in his hands. “We have, Your Honor.”
“On the felony count of assault in the first degree, how do you find?”
Collectively, everyone in the room drew in a breath. Nervous tears were pooling in your eyes once more as you stared at the man with the paper in front of you. He, along with eleven other people, of course, would single handedly determine your future, along with that of your rapist.
“We find the defendant, Christopher Thompson, not guilty.”
Louis’s hand squeezed yours tightly as you let out a sob. Pain seeped through your skin, penetrated your bones. It hit you from the outside in, blotchy red splotches crawling across your skin with a biting heat. You heard rummaging as your mother produced a tissue from her purse, wiping up your tears. “There’s still more counts, honey,” she tried to reassure you, but you had lost all hope. If they thought the bruises on your skin were from anything consensual - or even if they thought they were falsified - how could you rely on this jury to do anything other than cause further damage?
Louis kept it all together, steeled himself over as he could feel you collapse beneath his fingertips. You remained physically stable, but were in an emotional upheaval, yet Louis refused to show any emotion. He wouldn’t let himself react until long after you had calmed - he knew the grief his distress had caused last time and couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you more. His jaw clenched, he watched your attacker through narrowed eyes. He could taste vomit at the back of his mouth as Christopher’s lawyer laid his hand on the rapist’s back, felt his blood boiling as he heard your rapist release a sigh of relief, noticed the venom coursing through his veins as your attacker experienced something other than what he deserved; something other than grief.
“On the felony count of rape in the first degree, how do you find?”
“We find the defendant, Christopher Thompson, guilty.”
Another sob fell from your mouth, but this time it was one of joy. You barely had time to recollect your thoughts, examine the courtroom when the judge was already speaking again. “Members of the jury, the court thanks you for your service. You are free to go.” He pounded the gavel before standing up to leave.
There was now a quiet murmur in the courtroom. You felt Detective Miller place a hand on your shoulder and you looked back at her, a small grateful smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you,” you said, and she nodded dutifully.
It was then that you heard the cacophony of voices and cries. You turned to watch in horror as Christopher’s father stood up. “I hope you’re happy, you whore,” he spat at you. Louis immediately rose from his seat, putting his arm out in front of you defensively. “He’s only twenty! Had his whole life ahead of him and you ruined it because you were ashamed for your quickie.”
“Leave her the fuck alone,” your boyfriend seethed. “If you want to point fingers, point them at your son.”
“My son isn’t to blame. Maybe it’s your fault that you were getting wasted in another country while your girlfriend opened her legs!”
A hard look came across Louis’s face, and you knew he had been hurt. Biting back your tears, you stood as your mother grabbed your and Louis’s hands. “Come on, he isn’t worth the time of day,” her soft voice urged, pulling you and Louis along behind her. “You haven’t done a thing wrong, [Y/N]. Not a single thing.” You let yourself be led out of the courtroom, wanting nothing more to be in the comfort of your very own bed, content knowing your attacker was going to be sleeping on a prison cot again tonight.
As you approached the doors, you could see the camera lights flash. You stopped dead in your tracks, realizing you had left your sunglasses in the car. Louis immediately noticed your discomfort and shouldered off the jacket to his suit and threw it over your shoulders. Your mother handed you her sunglasses and you accepted them gratefully.
You drew in a sigh, Louis’s hand pressed to the small of your back. It was a reminder that, despite all you had faced, despite all you will face, he will always be there. He will always be by your side.
Harry: You were at a shoot, waiting to be called on set when Harry Face Timed you.
Talking to Harry was something you never turned down, knowing that it wasn’t too often that you got the chance to see him. What can you say, you’re both busy people with jobs that always kept you working.
With a while left before you would be called on set, you grinned and answered the call. “Hey H-” You stopped your sentence when darkness took up the screen. You couldn’t see anything and Harry didn’t answer you.
It sounded like he was talking, but his voice was distant and his words weren’t directed to you.
“Niall, you know I love touring.” His words were muffled and you could barely make them out, but you grinned, knowing how true his statement was. “But it’s easier for you.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Niall laughed back. “I’m away from me family, too.”
“No, not that,” Harry sighed. “I miss my family, of course, but I’m talking about [Y/N].”
“Then call her, you idiot,” Niall scoffed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes.
“Not like that, Niall.” There was no way you could know it, but a blush was rising to your boyfriend’s cheeks as he spoke to his band mate on the tour bus. “Well, I mean, of course like that, too, but... For Christ’s sake Niall, you can go fuck someone any time you want. Me, I only want [Y/N], but I can’t get to her when she’s halfway around the world.”
“Bet she must be good in bed if she’s the only one you want.”
Now you were blushing.
“Well, I, uh - she... She is fantastic, really. Best I’ve ever had.”
You were flattered, but didn’t want to hear much more. With that in mind, you hung up the call and tried to get back to what you had been doing, your cheeks much redder than they were before the Face Time began.
Liam: It was the first time since the break began that they decided to meet up again. You had left them to talk in private, not wanting to interrupt their catching up.
They were outside by the pool, and you had been in the kitchen, making them brownies. Last time you checked, they were all playing a game of volleyball, not really talking much other than Louis’s chanting of “Take that!” or Niall’s calls of victory when Harry spiked it over the net.
Figuring that they had worked up an appetite, you balanced a tray of cut-up brownies on one hand and managed to juggle four beer bottles otherwise.
The door to the backyard had been left open, letting the dogs run in and out as they pleased. This also allowed you to walk outside quietly.
Seeing they weren’t in the pool, you began to approach the deck chairs that were facing away from the house. You were about to make them aware of your presence when you accidentally caught a snippet of the conversation.
“So, on a scale of one to ten, how good is [Y/N] in bed?” Niall had asked, causing your boyfriend to scoff.
“A little nosy, aren’t we?” He laughed, looking at his band mate in disbelief.
“That’s not an answer,” Louis chimed in.
Liam let out a little groan of annoyance before sighing in resignation. “She’s a ten, alright? Is that good enough for you?”
“Well now we’ve got to know why!” Louis responded, and you could feel your face flush.
Not sure you wanted to know the answer yourself, you considered breaking up the conversation, but you didn’t have the time. Liam quickly revealed, “She’s got the best mouth I’ve ever known in my life,” causing all the lads to erupt in laughter.
You had decided you didn’t quite want to hear any more, so you decided to clear your throat. “Having fun, guys?” You smirked.
They practically jumped at the sound of your voice, turning to face you in disbelief. Liam’s face had quickly turned red but the other boys began to snicker at the situation.
“I-I,” Liam started, his mouth opening and closing as he fought to find words. “I’m sorry, babe. We were just-”
“I know what you were doing, Li,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I don’t quite care. Just take these damn brownies and don’t say anything else or you can forget all about this mouth.”
The rest of them erupted into another fit of laughter as Liam’s blush deepened. “Sorry, love.”
Niall: You had excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving Niall to talk with the rest of the lads.
You were only ten feet away when you realized that you had absolutely no clue where the toilets were.
Turning on your heels, you made your way over to them, waiting for their conversation to end before you interjected to ask Niall where the toilet was.
You apparently, though, had walked in at the wrong time.
The three other boys were all staring at Niall, waiting for the blushing lad to say something.
“I-I don’t know if she’d want me to tell you,” he said, causing your eyebrows to furrow.
“Come on, Niall,” Harry groaned. “All we want to know is how she is in bed. You don’t have to tell us if you’ve done anal or something.”
Liam and Louis both laughed at Harry’s statement, but Niall’s cheeks just got redder. “I... She’s great, okay? [Y/N]’s the best I’ve ever been with. Happy?” He sounded a little angry and frustrated, but you couldn’t help but grin.
Sure, you blushed the second you figured out what they were talking about, but you were radiating with pride when he said you were the best.
He opened his mouth to speak, cutting you off before you could interject. “I mean, she’s so adventurous, and-”
“Okay!” You exclaimed, interrupting his sentence. Four heads flew back to see you. Niall looked guilty, his face as red as your gown. Harry, Liam, and Louis all looked surprised for a second, before they broke into snickers. “What they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em, Ni.”
“[Y/N], I’m sorry, princess. I just-”
“Save it, Niall,” you grinned. “I’m not mad. They just don’t need to know anymore.
“Now, can you tell me where the bloody toilet is, or should I just stay here to make sure you don’t reveal anything else?”
Louis: It was rare for Louis to pick truth, but he had that night.
You were all hanging out at Liam’s place, the lads and the girlfriends were catching up after the long break they’ve had. Of course, being the immature - and tipsy - adults you were, you had decided on a game or Truth or Dare. And Louis, for some reason, had picked truth.
“Hm...” Liam pondered. “Okay, so, what’s the most interesting thing about your sex life?”
Louis paused from sipping his beer: “What the bloody ‘ell kind of a question is that?” He chuckled and shook his head, before returning the bottle to his lips.
“A good one, I think,” Liam shrugged.
You rolled your eyes, taking a swig of your own beer as you turned back to your boyfriend, pulling your knees in to your chest.
“Fuck, am I supposed to choose? From what? Frequency? Technique?”
Everyone laughed a little bit and Liam shrugged, a crinkly-eyed smile still adorning his face. “I dunno, suppose something like that.”
Louis paused to think, before he looked like a brilliant realization hit him: “Her openness. [Y/N] is willing to experiment and it’s great.”
“What have you tried?” Niall interjected, and you shot him a glare.
“He already answered his question!” You shot, head perking up. “It’s his turn to ask now.” Your cheeks were red and you pouted when Louis laughed at you, snaking an arm around your waist.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t tell ‘em everything. It’s too good to share.”
One direction A/B/O preference #6 He gets you pregnant
A/N: So this is an A/B/O but generally, it’s just like a normal pregnancy, except for the fact that the baby is called a pup, so. Please ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand!
Request: He gets you pregnant
NIALL: Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest, breathing ragged as the timer on your phone counted down ominously. You couldn’t decide whether it was going too fast or too slow. When your phone started buzzing, you turned it off as quickly as possible, and hoped you hadn’t woken Niall from his nap. “It’s positive,” you breathed to yourself as you looked at the stick, and suddenly, tears of joy were springing to your eyes. “Babe? What’s going on?” You jumped a foot in the air, stick flying out of your hand and landing in front of Niall’s feet. He squatted down and looked at the happy smiley on the stick before looking back up at you, question in his eyes. You nodded, grin splitting your face. “We’re having a pup?” he asked quietly. “Yeah. Our very own pup.” Niall jumped up from the floor, picking you up and spinning you around, laughing happily, as he peppered kisses all over your face. “You should probably put me down, can’t imagine the pup likes this too much,” you reprimanded. Niall let you down, but he was immediately grabbing your cheeks and crashing your lips together. “We’re gonna be parents, we’re gonna be parents,” he chanted in between bruising kisses before falling to his knees, rucking up your shirt and laying gentle hands atop it. “Hey lil pup. Can’t believe you’re in there. Can’t believe I’m gonna be a father.” You ran a hand through Niall’s hair, pressing him forward gently until he planted a kiss on your still-flat stomach. “Can’t believe it.”
HARRY: “Can I talk to you for a minute babe?” Harry looked up from his laptop before patting the spot next to him on the bed. “C’mon up here.” You climbed in next to him, curling around his side and resting your head on his chest, sighing contentedly as Harry’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I love you,” he murmured sweetly with a peck to the top of your head. “Now what did you want to tell me?” You took a deep breath, sniffing your mate in an effort to calm yourself. “I’m pregnant,” you rushed out in one breath. Harry stiffened beneath you, exhaling audibly. “Are you taking the piss?” You squeezed your eyes shut against the sudden tears. “No,” you squeaked nervously. Harry started shaking and when you looked up, he was crying. “You’re pregnant?” You nodded slightly as you tried to gauge his reaction. He slipped the laptop off the bed before rolling you over, so he was lying on top of you, arms bracketed on either side of your head. He dipped down to kiss you sweetly, again and again, as tears dripped down each of your cheeks. They mixed together on your lips, turning the kiss salty, but you didn’t care. You could smell the happiness radiating off of your mate in waves and it made your heart grow at least three sizes. “I love you so so much,” you sobbed into his mouth as you clung to his shoulders. “I love you too. And our pup.”
LOUIS: “Why are you so happy, Lou? It’s a shit time! You’re at the prime of your career, I can’t ask you to be a stay-at-home dad. But I can’t do this alone, either.” The positive pregnancy test was lying abandoned on the sink. Louis was holding your quivering form to his chest in an attempt to help you from shaking apart. “Hey hey, easy now, love.” He pulled back slightly to kiss away the tears while stroking your arms comfortingly. You melted into your mate’s touch, but the tears didn’t stop. “The boys and I have been talking about a break for a long time, you know that. We’ll plan it so I’ll have loads of time here with you and the pup. I won’t be here for the entire pregnancy, I need to finish the tour, but I’ll make sure to be home at the end of it, and the first year, at least. We’re going to have a pup, our pup. A tiny one, a perfect mix of us. How can I not be happy?” You looked at your boyfriend, your mate, and yeah, he was right, you should be happy. “Our pup,” you breathed. Louis sensed your change in demeanor and he smiled, falling to his knees so he could kiss all over your clothed stomach. “I’m so happy, Y/N. Won’t you please be too?” You swiped a single tear away from Louis’ cheek with a nod. “I am.”
LIAM: You’d considered coming up with an elaborate plan to tell Liam he was finally going to be a father after months of trying, but in the end you knew he’d appreciate it more if it was just the two of you, so he could bawl to his heart content. Many things could be said about your alpha, but he had always been an emotional one. Currently, he was staring at you blankly, hands lax in yours where you sat cross-legged opposite each other on the bed. You hadn’t been nervous about telling him about the pregnancy, but the lack of response had nervous butterflies swelling up in your stomach. “Li?” Your timid voice seemed to break a dam in Liam, because suddenly he was tearing up and shooting himself across the bed, sending you backwards. Before you could say a word, he was kissing you hard. His hands ran down your sides until they reached your stomach, where they spread across the width of it. “Really? He or she is in here?” You wiped away a few of Liam’s tears with your thumb, happiness shooting through your veins and lighting your insides up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah. Your pup is in here. You knocked me up.” Liam growled before attacking your mouth with his. “You’re getting off on this,” you laughed when he pulled back with blown pupils. “’Course. Do you mind?” You wrapped your leg around one of Liam’s and rolled him over so you were on top. “Never.”
One direction #12 Please stop picking flowers from my garden
A/N: I need requests soon, my loves!
Request: Please stop picking flowers from my garden
LIAM: You honestly thought it was a park. You always figured big gardens attached to big houses would be fenced or something. But no, apparently, this Liam guy’s backyard looked like a meadow even if it in fact, wasn’t. So yeah, you picked some of the flowers, and the next day you may have gone back and picked some more but you were totally innocent, and it wasn’t a problem until: “Hey! What are you doing with my flowers?” You looked up and wow, okay, that was a very attractive, shirtless man storming towards you. “They’re yours?” you asked dumbly, eyes glued to his stomach. Luckily, he seemed too busy to notice your lingering gaze. “Yes they’re mine! You’re in my garden!” You straightened up with the flowers in your hand, flickering your eyes to his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. It looked like a meadow, I’m really really sorry.” The man softened slightly and his posture changed, turned more inviting. “You didn’t know, it’s not your fault.” He stretched out a hand and suddenly a blinding smile found its way onto his face, lighting up his eyes. “My name is Liam Payne.” The name struck something in you, and you made a mental note to google it later. “I’m Y/N. Do you want your flowers back?” You held out the bouquet in your hand, which earned you a laugh from Liam. “No you can keep them. Are you thirsty after all the stealing? Would you like a cup of coffee?” Liam offered his arm and you accepted it with a giggle and a nod. “How can I possibly say no to such a handsome face?”
NIALL: You were putting the last plate into the dishwasher when you happened to glance out the window. There on your front lawn, a blonde guy was hurriedly ripping your flowers out of the ground. With a disgruntled noise, you jogged outside. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you yelled. The boy yelped in shock and fell backwards. “Uh hi?” he murmured. “I-I didn’t think anyone was home, there’s no car in the driveway,” he stammered. “Well my mom has the car, so. Anyways what kind of excuse is that? Why are you stealing my flowers? Did you forgot an anniversary or something?” You offered him a hand, which he took with whispered thanks. “No. A birthday. My mom’s. She’ll kill me if I show up without any flowers.” You raised an eyebrow. “So you figured stealing was a good idea?” The guy blushed deeply and his grip on the flowers tightened until his knuckles went white. “Not my best idea, huh? I’m sorry about your flowers. I’m Niall by the way.” You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time, and suddenly, you recognized him. “Ah, you’re the guy from the band, right?” Niall nodded. “Cool. Then you’ve got enough money to buy me some new flowers. I’m Y/N.” Niall smiled as he shook your hand. “How about, instead of flowers, I take you out for dinner?” “I’d like that.”
LOUIS: “What’s your problem?” Your head snapped up, innocent smile already plastered on your face. It faltered slightly as your eyes landed on the guy before you because shit he was a hot one. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you insisted blankly, fluttering your eyelashes for good measure. “Those are my flowers,” the guy said. He crossed his arms over his chest, which made his biceps bulge and wow. “But don’t they look pretty in my hand?” You shook the flowers once. “I think you’d look way prettier if you got your ass off my property!” he demanded. “Now now, no need to get rude, pretty boy. A simple please would suffice.” You stood from your crouch, which brought you so close to his face you could count each individual eyelash. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he fired back, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “And you’re lucky you’re hot, otherwise I would’ve already run away with the flowers.” He started laughing and his eyes crinkled up and oh my god. “I’m Louis. You can keep the flowers.” He pinched one of the petals between his thumb- and forefinger. “I’m Y/N. You’ve already got a head start, pretty boy.” Louis’ eyebrows crinkled adorably. “Head start for what?” “Our date.”
HARRY: You wanted to yell. You wanted to scream and kick the man out of your garden, perhaps call the police. Then, he looked up and his green eyes glinted in the sun and his curls made a halo around his head. He smiled bashfully, clutching the stolen flowers to his chest. You pushed the screen door aside and stepped outside, raising a single eyebrow in question. He stumbled over his words in his eagerness to apologize; “I-I’m so sorry! They uh, they were just so beautiful and I-I--“ You held up a hand to get him to stop. He looked so sincere and childish, expensive shirt hanging open and showing a pale chest with a smudge of dirt marring the skin. You managed to maintain the somber expression for another few seconds before a smile broke out on your face and laughter bubbled past your lips. “God you’re adorable, aren’t you?” Stranger blushed, clearing his throat as he shifted on the ground. “Are those flowers for anyone in particular? Mom? Dad? Girlfriend?” Stranger laughed. Perhaps that wasn’t the most subtle you’d ever been in your life. “No, no girlfriend. They’re for my sister.” He stood, looked at the flowers in his hands, and then offered them to you. “No, actually, they’re for you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you accepted the flowers. “Is this your way of asking me out? Giving me my own flowers?” “Maybe. Is it working?” You took a whiff of the flowers. “Yeah. It is.”
One direction preference #11 You or one of the other boys give him a wedgie
Request: You or one of the other boys give him a wedgie
NIALL: If anyone asked you afterwards - Niall included - you’d tell them you’d been dared to do it. In reality, Niall had bend over and the top of his ‘Ellen’ boxers were showing and dammit you couldn’t help yourself, you shared a look with Louis, jerked your chin in Niall’s direction and raised an eyebrow. Louis followed your gaze before nodding frantically. You tiptoed up behind your unsuspecting boyfriend, grabbed his boxers and pulled hard. Niall squawked as he jumped a foot in the air. He spun around with an accusing stare, but when his eyes landed on your giggling face, his frown softened into a smile. He still attempted to scold you, despite the fondness weighing down on his tone; “the hell you doing?” You laughed aloud, accepting Louis’ high-five with an innocent shrug. “You needed a pick-me-up.” Louis spluttered out a laugh. At Niall’s scowl, he let out a full-on cackle. “Liam! Please tell me you got that!” Louis wheezed as he wiped away a non-existing tear under his eye. “How could I possibly get that?” Liam deadpanned, but he was smiling too, teeth set firmly in his bottom lip to keep from joining Louis, who was pointing at Niall’s face. “Children!” Harry yelled as he came back from the kitchen. He took in the scene; Niall with his boxers bunched up over the waistband of his jeans, Louis with his face mushed into the carpet to stifle his laughter, Liam taking pictures of Niall’s boxers with his phone, and you, with your fingers crooked near Niall’s pants. “I need a drink,” Harry said simply, before turning on his heel and leaving.
LIAM: “Oh it was just a joke, don’t be such a baby,” you said, smacking Liam’s ass as he walked past you. He didn’t even seem to notice. “It wasn’t a very funny one,” Liam grumbled. “I thought it was funny. Instagram was quite entertained too.” His eyes widened comically when you pulled out your phone, and he scrambled to your side as you unlocked it. “The fucker put it on Instagram?” You chuckled, pulling up the app and searching for Harry. You clicked on the video and turned on the sound. “Do it now!” Harry whisper-yelled from behind the camera. Niall gave him a thumbs up and a smile before sneaking up on Liam, who was fiddling with something on the PlayStation. You were off to the side, leaning against the wall, trying to muffle your laughter. Suddenly, Niall let out a mighty cry before pulling Liam’s boxers up. Liam screamed, and the camera shook violently as Harry cracked up. When the video ended, Liam was laughing. “Okay, it was funny,” he admitted. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hooked his chin over your shoulder so he could peer down at the phone. “Cheeky bastard. I didn’t know he was filming,” Liam mumbled into the skin of your neck. “I’m glad he did.” Liam squeezed you closer and breathed a chuckle down the side of your neck that had a shiver run down your spine. “I’m not.”
HARRY: “You filming?” Louis whispered. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes and a wide smirk on his lips. You nodded and Louis turned on his heel, lowered his body into a crouch and crept towards Harry. Your boyfriend was talking to a confused Niall, large hand gestures making Niall’s eyes widen and widen to the point you were afraid they might pop out. Louis saved the poor blonde before that happened, though, by gripping Harry’s boxers - always visible over the top of his skinny jeans - and pulling as hard as he could. The panicked/pained noise that emitted from Harry’s mouth and the affronted look on his face when he turned and saw Louis was quite possibly the funniest thing ever. You started laughing, loudly, and Harry’s eyes zeroed in on you. His gaze flickered from you to Louis and then landed on the phone in your hand. “You didn’t,” he muttered darkly. He smacked a cackling Niall upside the head before stalking towards you. “Now, now, Styles, don’t do something you’ll regret later,” you threatened, but the three quick steps you took backwards had Harry stepping forward. You threw the phone to Louis, squealed, and ran. Harry was on you in a heartbeat, long legs taking the dressing room in three easy strides. He swung you onto his shoulder, smirking to the camera. “That’s how we handle demons in One Direction,” he claimed proudly. The video was on Instagram before Harry had even put you down.
LOUIS: “He’ll kill me,” you told Liam out of the corner of your mouth as you shook your shoulders, bending and stretching your fingers in the imitation of a warmup. “Yeah. It’ll be fantastic,” Liam gushed with a clap of his hands. “Hell yeah,” you agreed, offering Liam a fist to bump, which he did quickly. Then you set to work. “Hey Lou? Will you see if my phone is in my bag?” Louis turned away from the mirror, offered you a smile and a nod and headed for your bag. You snuck up behind him, and when he bent down to ruffle through your bag, you gave him a big wedgie. His hands flew to his ass as he jumped a mile in the air, shrieking like a banshee as he whirled around. “Why?!” he yelled but as per usual, there was no real malice behind it. “They were slipping down,” you shrugged innocently, and vaguely, you registered the other boys laughing at Louis’ stricken face. “You’re a menace,” your boyfriend growled before pouncing on you, sending you both crashing to the floor. He turned around mid-air so you’d land on him, but then he rolled you over, digging his fingers into your sides immediately as he hovered over you. You managed to push him off and crawl away. Louis was quick, though, and his fingers were around your ankle suddenly, pulling you back and dragging you across the carpet. “I’m going to get carpet burns!” you bellowed at him. “Well my dick has officially retreated into my body so it’s an even trade,” came the response and you couldn’t help but laugh. Louis’ grip on you slackened at that, and when you turned onto your back, he ducked down to smack a kiss onto your lips. “Minx.”
One direction A/B/O preference #5 You’re the alpha he’s the omega
Request: You’re the alpha, he’s the omega
LIAM: Liam was quite a massive guy, in the way that he had broad shoulders and huge biceps. He looked the part of an alpha. But after one conversation with him, you could clearly see the omega part of him; his gentle soul and kind heart, warm eyes and beautiful, toothy smile. He had you hooked from day one. It was a bit odd, having an omega bigger than yourself. Sure, you were the alpha. In the end, whether you liked it or not, Liam would seek your guidance whatever the matter might be. He even ran his plans by you first, even though you’d told him repeatedly he could just do whatever he wanted. His answer was always a pretty blush, a neck-scratch and a scruff: “but I like it like this.” Nothing turned him on like when you bossed him around, taking control and leaving him with no choice but to obey you. He’d often make you use your voice on him in bed. Your relationship shouldn’t work, but somehow, it did. Liam was your everything, and you were his. He learned to take advantage of his size to intimidate any threats to you, and in return, you stood up for him whenever someone teased him about his status. The boys liked to tease you about it, how you could curl up in Liam’s lap and then bark orders at him, all in good fun, and make him squirm. It had fucked up the group dynamic quite a bit, what with Louis being an omega, but in the end it had fit when you and Liam made it official and mated, and all your being got tied together with Liam’s. Harry was the only other alpha, and you and him had had quite a few hiccups along the way as you tried to establish some sort of order, but it had all come together nicely in the end. And right now, as you snuggled up to Liam’s chest and breathed in the smell of your omega, you curled a protective arm around his waist and inconspicuously wriggled around to rub your smell on your mate, and yeah, you were quite good.
NIALL: “I’m so tired of it,” Niall said in a shaky voice, fiddling with his fingers as another wave of tears rolled down his cheeks. “They don’t get it babe. They don’t understand how it works for us, but it does, doesn’t it?” Niall took a deep shaky breath, ending in a hiccup that had your heart breaking all over again. “Yes,” he said through a whimper and then turned his face back into your chest, sobbing all over again. You rocked him back and forth and let kisses rain upon his face in an attempt to catch his miserable tears. “Oh no, no my omega, please don’t cry, they don’t deserve your tears,” you mumbled into his hair when he hid his face away. Some “fans” had walked up to Niall today on the street and started sneering that he was a wuss, and yeah, when your mate had returned to your flat, red-nosed and with shiny cheeks, blubbering about “unfair society”, you had been rightfully pissed, but you’d also wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but you couldn’t, because Niall needed you. Needed you to be his alpha. And you were trying, but it was so fucking heartbreaking to see him shaking apart like this. “I’m a m - mistake,” he stammered suddenly. You stiffened, rage pushing to the forefront of your mind. “Would you say our love is a mistake?” Niall shook his head. “Would our love be the same if you weren’t an omega?” Another shake. “Would it be the same if I wasn’t an alpha?” Niall didn’t shake his head this time, but the tremors had subsided slightly and his breathing had calmed considerably. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you too.”
HARRY: Harry never cared what was being said about him in the media, and when it was revealed that he was the omega and you the alpha in your relationship, he managed to shake off all the comments. He embraced his status, prancing around as much as he wanted to with you on his arm and a big smile on his face. He liked to curl into a ball so he could fit his head in your lap and take up as little space as possible. When you fisted a hand in his curls, he’d let a noise out akin to a purr and nudge his head into your hand. You adored him so much it hurt sometimes. Even though he was gentle and cute most of the time, he had no qualms standing up straight and puffing out his chest if needed. He could manhandle you with ease even though you could break his grip with little to no effort. You rarely did, as his disgruntled face was more cute than it was arousing. “Honey!” Harry yelled from the front door, effectively breaking your train of thought. “Yeah?” Harry shuffled into the bedroom with a grin on his face. “What ya doing?” he said in his best American accent, dropping a few expensive looking shopping bags on the bed before plopping down next you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and nuzzling a kiss onto the skin behind your ear. “Thinking,” you muttered, eyes closed and head tipped back as you relaxed into Harry’s side. “About?” You turned your face kissing him quickly before pulling back. “You.”
LOUIS: “I don’t have a complex!” Louis screeched as he started toeing off his shoes. You hung your coat away with a fond sigh, puckering your lips in Louis’ direction, grinning broadly when he kissed you. When he pulled back, he didn’t seem as feral. “You kinda do, babe,” you admitted, grabbing Louis’ hand and dragging him into the kitchen. You pulled out his favorite bottle of wine and two glasses, filling them and offering one to Louis. When he accepted it, there was only a small pout on his lips. “It’s just so cliché! ‘Oh, he’s small, he must be an omega’,” he huffed before taking a swig of his wine. “But you are small. And you are an omega,” you reminded him slowly, flicking your tongue over your lip to catch a drop of wine. Louis followed the motion hungrily. “Maybe, but this is just rubbing it in,” he murmured under his breath while gesturing with his hand, as if to remind you of the article talking about Louis’ status. You hummed in response, draining the rest of your glass and putting it away. You waited patiently while Louis did the same and then you were pushed up against the counter top and Louis was biting down your neck. “I send a picture of it to the lads, you’ll never hear the end of it.” Louis froze before biting down hard, almost enough to break your skin. “Fucking little minx,” he growled, plastering his body to yours. You shrugged to the best of your abilities in the limited space, licking into Louis’ mouth until the wine was gone and the only thing you could taste was yourself. “You know it doesn’t matter, right?” you asked him suddenly, looping your arms around his neck so he couldn’t run away, like you knew he wanted to. Right you were as he started squirming in your arms. “Yeah I know,” he grumbled. With a satisfied nod, you let him surge forward and kiss you again.
A/N: I’ve just realized maybe no one will read these during the hiatus. Eh, there’s always the possibility to turn into a humor blog, right?
Louis and Harry’s reason for being upset are totally made up.
Plot: Comforting him
LIAM: Liam wasn’t the type to share his feelings, preferred to brood, really. At first, it confused you, left you wondering how to read him and what to do. But now, after years together, you knew. You could tell the signs when Liam was upset, how his eyebrows would furrow, his voice would get slightly raspier and his eyes would look dull. You also knew how to fix it. This time, after you called him out on his petty mood, he’d broken down. “It’s Zayn,” he said miserably, and yeah, you already knew about Zayn leaving, but sometimes it hit Liam in waves, that Zayn wasn’t around anymore. “Oh babe,” you sighed opening your arms as an invitation. Liam stepped forward willingly, curling his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, quick breaths spilling out of his mouths and dampening your skin as he tried to hold back his tears. A few cold lines ran down your neck anyways, and you tightened your arms around Liam’s shoulders. “He’s only a phone call away,” you reminded your trembling boyfriend. Liam sniffled but seemed to slowly get a hold of himself, drawing back slightly so you could look him in the eye, but not so much that your arms would fall away. “I know, god, it’s just not the same without him,” Liam admitted with puffy eyes. “Of course it’s not. But he’ll always be your best friend, whether he’s in the band or not, right? Hey, what do you so we invite him over tonight?” Liam beamed, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief when his eyes looked less glassy. “Thank you,” Liam said, so reverently you almost teared up yourself. With a searing kiss to his lips, you smiled at Liam. “You’re welcome. Though I want to make sure you’re 100 percent fine,” you said with a dirty smirk and a sultry voice. Liam perked up instantly. “G-good idea.”
NIALL: You sighed miserably as Niall curled into himself on the couch, cheek smushed to his scarred knee so he didn’t have to face you. “Niall,” you tried, but the only response you got was a shake of blond hair. “C’mon, Ni, everything is going to be just fine.” You sat down on the other end of the couch, reaching over to grasp Niall’s elbow so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed but could still feel you near. “How do you know?” he squeaked, face still tilted away from you. “Because I do. You guys have been friends all your life, of course management can’t separate Harry from you. They can try all they want, but they won’t succeed. Harry loves you, and the rest of the boys.” Slowly, Niall lowered his legs back to the ground and bloodshot eyes were meeting yours. “I’m so tired of all the bullshit. Why are they making it so fuckin’ tough? Why can’t we just be a band?” You scooted closer to Niall, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a tight embrace. Niall dragged you even closer so you were sat sideways on his lap, his face buried your neck. “I wish I could do something about it. But you’ve got a year now, to just be you lads, and see if any of that former happiness you felt for this is still somewhere in there. Because I think it is. But I also think it’s about time you all get to make your own decisions.” Niall wasn’t crying as hard anymore, only a few stray tears rolling down every now and again, quickly swiped away by your thumb. “We’ll be alright,” Niall said firmly, “won’t we?” You smiled into his hair, kissing him softly with a hum. “Of course you will. You’re best friends. Not even management can change that fact.”
LOUIS: When Louis was upset, he preferred to be distracted, until he was so calm and collected he could talk about whatever was bothering him without breaking down. It was a quality you rather admired in him, as it made sure every decision and solution was thoroughly, in a manner that was so unlike your boyfriend it always amazed you. This time was no different, as he came home with shining eyes and flushed cheeks. He’d been at a meeting with management, and they could be bad, but rarely this bad. “Lou?” you asked, even though you already knew it was a lost cause. Not a moment later, you were being pushed against the wall, hungry lips attacking your neck. You melted into it, letting Louis suck bruise after bruise into your skin until his breathing wasn’t as erratic. The kiss he placed on your lips afterwards was salty, but not nearly as bruising as you’d expected. Louis fell forward, crushing you between the wall and his body. Instead of complaining, you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his clothed shoulder repeatedly. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you mumbled, squeezing him whenever a particularly nasty shiver ran down his spine. “Lottie can’t go on tour with me anymore,” Louis rasped into your temple, as fresh bout of tears rushing out of his eyes. You cursed management under your breath. “After the hiatus, I’m sure you can bring her again, sweetheart.” Louis went pliant in your grip when you started kneading at his scalp to help with the headache you knew was resting there. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he admitted in a soft tone. “What would I do without you?” You smiled into the kiss Louis gave to you. “Crash and burn.” And yeah, the snicker that earned you felt pretty damn good.
HARRY: Harry loved cuddles. Whenever he could, he’d curl himself around your smaller form, protecting you in the best way he knew how. Since he wasn’t fond of conflict, he tried to hide you from it instead by drawing you into an embrace. Therefore, you also knew how to deal with him when he was upset. He rarely was, happy and carefree spirit that he was, so whenever he was, it broke your heart. He’d been feeling stressed lately, so when Gemma had gotten into a car accident - though she escaped only with a few bruises - he broke down, mumbling about how he should’ve been there to help. “You’re being ridiculous, Harry,” you told him gently as you pried his hands away where they had been clutching at his face, trying to hide his tear-stained cheeks. “I wasn’t there,” he said, for the fifth time in the last minute. He was like a broken record, stuck on repeat, as if saying it enough could take him back in time and make everything okay again. “She’s back home, H, she’s not hurt at all,” you reminded him. Somehow, when you opened your arms to him, he managed to curl into you, rolled up in a ball on your bed, seeming impossibly small for his long limbs. You ran a hand through his curls over and over, pressing kisses to his forehead and muttering sweet nothing’s under your breath until he didn’t look as crazed. “You couldn’t have changed it, even if you had been in Holmes Chapel,” you told him, nudging his head up so he could look into your eyes, and see the sincerity there. “I know,” Harry said with a strained voice. You smiled sadly, kissing away the few tears still on his cheek. You went upwards, kissing his fluttering eyelids, catching the tears stuck in his lashes. “That’s my man.”
