One Direction Preferences.

100-Award Shows.

Preference #100: Award Shows, written by SumerLove2627

My Authors Note: I loved reading all of the preferences that you all submitted in to me, but the reason why I chose this one is not only is it fun to read, but she also took note into the rules I posted as well.

You all should go and check her out because she is really amazing, and so sweet to talk to.

Soooo, once again, thank you to all those who submitted into the competition, they were all soooo great, and it  made it hard for me to choose. Also, thank you to everyone of you to getting me to 100 preferences; so here's to 100 more.

~Abbster.xx

(Once again, this was written by @SummerLove2627, so make sure to give her some love!)

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Liam:

"Wha- what on earth are you doing?" Liam stutters. Your head whirls to see your tall statured fellow standing in the bathroom doorway- intense scowl on his face. "I'm doing my hair," You reply simply. You turn back to the mirror and grab another section of thick hair to wrap around the curler. Liam steps into the room and grabs you by the waist. "No," He says with a toss of his head, "You're too sick, Y/N. You're not coming tonight." You ignore his protests. Liam sighs, why do you have to be so stubborn? He knows how sick you are- he can see it in your pale face and wired eyes. "Darling," LIam tries a much softer approach, "Come back to bed. I'll make you some tea." A sniffle echoes around the room while you wipe your litte, red nose. "I don't want tea," You reply, voice cracking in pain, "I want to go to the Teen Choice Awards." Liam sighs, "I know dear. But there's always next year." Your bloodshot eyes flicker up to his soft featured face. His hair looks nice, you think. It has the color that always reminds you of coffee with a bit too much sweet cream. "Y/N," Liam says, drawing you out of your thoughts, "Go lay down. I'll set you up with something to eat and a movie. Okay? And I'll have my phone on me the whole time. Just text me, whenever you want." The offer is tempting, you must admit. You're absolutely knackered. Your head is throbbing and your throat seems to be on fire. "Okay..." you mumble lamely. Liam lets a smile take over his face before grabbing you by the hand, drawing you out of the bathroom. "Come on now- let's get you out of that tight dress and into something a tad more comfy, yeah? And what'll it be- lemon or ginger tea? I could always make both." His voice is mumbled when he turns his broad back to face you. You stop by the bedside as he rummages around your dresser drawer in a mad search for your favorite sweatpants and t shirt. "Could... could I have some soup?" You ask, hugging your arms around your chest. Liam nods over enthusiastically. "Of course," He starts to back out of the room before rushing back. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and says, "Anything for you, darling."

Niall:

"I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out over here, Niall," You ramble. Your boyfriend laughs- reaching across the limousine to set his hand atop yours. Your wide eyes dart up into his bright blue ones. His face is calm and collected, much the opposite of yours. "It's just the Grammys," Niall says simply as if he's referring to your Nana's 80th birthday bash- not some start studded event hosted on live TV. "Exactly!" You exclaim, "That's exactly why I'm freaking out!" Niall shakes his head at your little panicked outburst. He finds it both adorable and amusing. "Do you need a paper bad or something, Y/N?" Louis Tomlinson scoffs from his seat beside you. You ignore his joke and continue to hyperventilate. "There's nothing to be worried about," Harry Styles notes. He gathers your attention with one of his killer dimpled smiles. "Yeah. And you look great," Zayn Malik adds. His dark hair shines in the low lights of the limo. Liam payne nods his pretty head in agreement. They're trying- really, they are. But you just aren't used to the spotlight, as they seem to be. You're more of a behind the scences type of gal, not center stage starlet. The amusement has left Niall's soft face. He's starting to get worried. "Y/N," He draws your gaze to his face with a finger on your chin. "I'm right here, princess. I'll be here all night. You have  nothing to worry about. It's nothing scary. Those guys out there are just a bunch of losers with camera- nothing different from the ones outside of our hotel." Those tantalizing blue jewels of his flicker around your face. "Do you... do you wanna go home?" He asks nervously. You bite down on your bottom lip, tasting the familiar bite of blood. How could you possibly desert him? How could you leave him alone? He needs you here- he needs to see your face in the crowd. He needs to squeeze your knee when he waits for his name to be called. "No," You surely reply, "No, Niall. I can do this." A big, bright grin appears on Niall's face. After a quick hiss to your lips he says, "That's my girl."