One Direction Preferences

#9 Gone, Gone, Gone. (Philips Philips)

Harry: Your hope dangling by a string, ill share in your suffering to make you well…

You were sick, pounding head ache, throwing up every hour, and sweating through your clothes. You tried a number of times to get Harry to go stay with Louis, or Niall until you were better. But he wouldn’t budge. He stayed by your side the whole time, getting you what ever you needed. Making sure you got to the bathroom, or into a change of clothes. “You shouldn’t have to suffer through this on your own Y/N.” He said every time you tried to push him away.

Liam: Give me reasons to belive that you would do the same for me…

He was very hesitant to get serious with you. He was scared. Scared that you would fall in love with him for the wrong reasons. But you didn’t care about any of that, the fame, the spotlight, the music. You saw through that. “I love you Liam, why cant you see that?” You said pulling away from him in a drunken rage. “Y/N sit down, your going to hurt yourself.” You threw your hands up in defeat. “I don’t care anymore, being in this relationship hurts me. All I want to do is love you but you wont let me.” You slumped back against the wall, tears rolling down your face. He watched you intensely, noticing the sincerity in your voice. “I love you Y/N”

Niall: When life leaves you high and dry ill be at your door tonight if you need help, if you need help…

Your boyfriend was a dick. You don’t know why you always crawl back to him when all he does is abuse, cheat, and threaten you. One night after a particularly violent fight you called Niall. He was on his way before you hung up. The two of you have always been close. When he opened the door to your house  he noticed you crumpled in a ball on the couch. He was immediately at your side holding you while you cried into his chest. It hurt him so much to see you that way, and every second he spent consoling you he fell a little deeper in love. But he knew better than to say anything, all he needed to do was hold you together, for a little while longer. Then he would sweep you off your feet.

Louis: Your my crutch when my legs stop moving…

Everyone sees Louis as the guy that is always happy, cheery, and lively. But you know that he has his bad days. When he wants to give up on everything, his dream isn’t worth the hate, and lack of privacy. But you know that he is only feeling down. You get a call early one morning from Harry, saying that Louis wont go to any of the interviews today because he is in a mood.  ”Give him the phone,” You say. When his all too familiar voice is on the other end of the call you start to talk. “Lou, what’s wrong?” He sighs, “I just don’t want to do this anymore, I miss you.” He sounds tired. “You just need some rest, Lou. I’m coming out to see you out to see you in a few weeks. Don’t give up now think about all the fans that are relying on you. What you do is so important. Remember that ok?” You ask. The line was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “Your right luv, I got to go get ready I have an interview in like 4 minutes. I love you.” He spoke quickly into the phone. “I love you to Lou”.

Zayn: I’ll shut down the city lights ill lie cheat, I’ll beg and bribe.

Management doesn’t like you. They have a problem with his image, especially because you were the reason the Zerrie engagement came to an end. You and Zayn decided you wanted to go out, and agreed on a small old school arcade in your town. As soon as the first fan tweeted your whereabouts, Zayn got a call from management. “Hello” He said picking up the phone. “What if I am with her, why does it matter?” He asked in a clipped tone. “Nope were at home right now, yeah well I’m kinda busy….yeah bye.” He ended the conversation promptly. “What was that about” you asked him quietly. He planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. They don’t want us out in public” he started. “So I told them we were at home.” “You lied?” You gasped. He chuckled and shrugged, then kissed you again this time you could hear cameras around you clicking.