One Direction Preferences

Your Hurt and he takes care of you

Your hurt and he takes care of you

Niall: You threw the remote down onto the floor groaning. In seconds you saw a blonde tuff of hair come running towards you and be at your side in seconds shooting questions a million miles an hour at you. "Are you alright? Does anything hurt? What made that sound? Do I need to take you back to the hospital?" All poured out of his lips in a matter of seconds. You pouted at him before saying "I'm bored." His worried expression immediately melted away and he chuckled at you before kissing your forehead. "Well you can't really do anything princess." He stated while gesturing to your broken leg. "I know that silly, but I'm still bored." You stated while gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he just smiled before questioning "Cuddle time on our bed?" You giggled "I thought you'd never ask!" he chuckled softly before swiftly picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle and kiss the rest of the day away.

Louis: You sat at your desk glaring at the laptop and then your broken wrist; it hurt badly, but this assignment needed to be done for school by tomorrow, but you could barely type. You let out a sigh of frustration and rested your head on the desk. You soon felt a pair of hands lifting your face up to meet beautiful blue grey eyes. "What's wrong love?" He mumbled quietly searching your eyes for any sort of answer. "I can't do my damn homework, because of my god damn broken wrist." you answer pressing your forehead against his. He gives you a quick peck before showing that smirk you know all to well and he then says those magic words "I have a idea." You giggle and nod for him to continue he smiles before continuing "I'll type it, you just tell me what to type. What do you say?" You smile and slowly nodded "You wouldn't mind?" you ask slowly. He just grabs the laptop and sits down on the bed patting the spot next to him. You walk over and sit on the bed leaning your head on his shoulder. "Ready?" You question moving hair out of his eyes. "Ready." He replies setting his hands up. "Okay so first type my name and date......"

Zayn: "Hey babe feeling any better?" He asked walking over to the bed and kneeling down in front of you while handing you cup of tea. "I'm feeling a little better the pain meds are helping." You answered quietly sipping the tea slowly; you had split your knee cap from falling down the stairs it left you in a full leg cast; from your thigh to your toes and Zayn had been here and doing everything for you. He kissed your forehead and got into the bed with you holding you close; kissing you and whispering sweet words into your ear. You slowly fell asleep and when you woke up you saw Zayn crouched over your cast with a numerous amount of sharpies coloring it in and drawing beautiful designs all over it. You smiled lazily before slowly falling back into sleep. And when you woke up again seeing it all done you smiled and took a picture tweeting

Now I have a work of art on my leg thanks to Zayn xxx

Harry: "I brought food and drugs." He whispered quietly that beautiful smirk on his face. "Shut up." You mumbled throwing a pillow at him then wincing. He quickly rushed over to you "Are you alright? Does it really hurt? What do you need? I can get it whatever it is." While moving hair out of your face. "It just hurts." You say. He nods slowly and replaces the ice packs all around you and then hands you some pain killers with some water. "Thanks Harry." You mumbled at the end kissing his lips quickly. "Anything for you...... now I was thinking how about movies and some tea?" He questioned, all you did was nod enthusiastically. he disappeared and returned minutes later with a stack of movies and two cups of green Thai tea. He got everything set up and started, then got both of you in comfortable positions before he spoke again wiggling his eyebrows. "So I was thinking after this we could take a bath together?" You glared at him knowing you had to say yes, because he had to do that for you since it was still very painful to move a lot. "Your a perv Styles, a perv." you answered back while laughing.

Liam: You laid down on the couch with a book in your hand, a cat in your lap, and a cup of coca to the side of you. Your foot was elevated and a blanket covered you so you did get too cold from the ice that was icing your broken ankle. You sighed when you heard your stomach grumble for the millionth time that hour. And slowly you move the cat of your lap, pull the blanket off, put your book down, and swing your leg over and grab your crutches. But right as your about to stand up, your pulled up into someone's arms and your crutches fall to the floor with a clatter. "Liam I can walk to the kitchen and make food myself." You groan wiggling to try to get out of his grip he just holds you tighter. "Shh. It's alright I don't mind doing this." He answer while walking you to the kitchen and sitting you down in a chair and going over the fridge to make you something. "But you've already done so much, and I think I could do this." You pout at him and he comes over and gives you a quick peck while replying "I just don't need you to get more broken."