One Direction Preferences

Nursing An Injury For You

Nursing An Injury For You

Harry: he chuckled down, kissing the inside of your thigh with one hand rolling a ball over your bruised knee. You winced up when the half-moon nail of his fingers slid over the gaping cut you’d split open from falling over the open front door, “stay still, babe," he smirked, “I’ve gotta clean it out for you so it doesn’t get infected. Gotta take care of my girl…" "I still can’t believe I tripped over the front step," you shook your head down, one hand rubbing your face the way you groaned. "It was kinda cute," Harry shrugged, his fingertips dabbing over your skin a little stinging, “you know…"

Liam: he braced his hands over your back, steadying you down to laying on the bed. He scooped one hand under you, to hold your stomach into the covers, helping you down, “just take it easy, love…" he kissed your shoulder, “just take it easy, don’t want you to hurt it anymore…" "Why," you huffed, inhaling the scent of pillows beneath you, “do they even have revolving doors anymore?" "It’s okay, babe," you felt Liam chuckle over your skin, “I’m just gonna rub your shoulder a little, see how bruised it is, yeah?"

Louis: he blew cool air over your elbow, the area grazed and blood drying around the scrape. You winced, trying to pull back but he held your arm to keep you in place, “just let me get a look at it, babe," he murmured, his tongue sticking out from his lips, “just let me get a look." "But it hurts," you whined, tugging again. You felt his hand grip harder, “it’s stinging…" "I know, I know," he brushed hair back from your forehead, “but I’ve got see how bad it is, so just hold still," he stretched his body up, pressing lips to your forehead for quiet murmuring, “I promise, I’ll make it all better."

Zayn: "Ah, shit, shit, shit," you sat down on the couch gingerly, your ankle swelling and you could feel the heat slipping through your veins there, “shit, shit," you groaned, gritting your teeth. Zayn knelt down in front of you, cradling your leg, “just take a breath, babe…" "Shit," you gasped when he pressed two fingertips to your ankle bone, “ah, that hurts… I think I’ve broken it…" "No, no," Zayn shook his head down, “I think," he narrowed his eyes, assessing, “I think you’ve just swollen it… here, let me try this…" he pressed a few more fingers to your skin, swelling even more. "Nope," you gasped out, clutching the pillow, “definitely broken!"

Niall: you heard his voice from the other room, echoing to white tiled walls in the bathroom, “jus’ gimme a second, babe," he called out, “can’t find the bandaids, jus’ one… hang on, I got them, I’m coming…" "Hurry," you groaned, laying back against the kitchen counter. You lolled your head back and looked up at the ceiling, clutching your finger and squeezing hard enough for that pain to overthrow the pain of the cut seeping blood. You looked over when he slipped into the room, and hurried over to you. "Alright, let me see that finger…" he bit his lip, tearing open the bandaid. He took your finger when you gave it to him, “ouch, babe…"

This one's from tumblr. Just a little bit of swearing up in Zayn's :P