Harry: “I have to see her now! You don’t understand…” you hear Harry trail from outside your hospital room. You tug on the nurse’s sleeve who’s sitting beside you, inputting your IV. “I’m strong enough, he can come in now.” She looks down at you warily and you give her a reassuring nod before she walks outside and you hear small conversation. Not even seconds later, he bursts into the room with beads of sweat rolling down his temples in frustration. He sits down in the closest chair to your bed, grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. He stays with you until you fall asleep and when you wake up the next morning; his fingers are still entwined with yours, his head resting on your hands.
Liam: “Hey, boo,” he says quietly as he enters your hospital room slowly. You see he’s holding a large teddy bear in his hands and a bouquet of roses in the other. You bite your lip, your fingers fiddling with the edges of your bright white sheets. He smiles at you and sets the bouquet down on the counter and nestles the teddy bear in the crook of your arm. You nuzzle your nose into the top of its fur and it smells just like Liam’s cologne. “Did you spray this with your cologne, Li?” His eyes drop to the floor and you pull his hand up to your lips and plant a lingering kiss on his knuckles. “Thank you,” you whisper and his eyes glimmer. The rest of the night he tells you all about what’s been happening on tour.
Louis: “Look, doc, I’ve only got an hour. Can I please see her? It’s sort of important,” you hear your boyfriend urging the doctor. After a small argument with the doc, Lou comes into your room with a handful of balloons, all different colors. He bends down and kisses you and then sits down in the plastic chair beside your bed. He pulls three sharpie’s out of his back pocket and says, “Let’s get to work!” Your eyebrows quirk upwards and he draws a smiley face on the first red balloon. Realization covers your features and he hands you a blue sharpie. For the next hour the two of you create characters out of the balloons and having little role plays.
Niall: “Here you go, ma’am,” the nurse says, putting your food in front of you. You put the first forkful of mashed potatoes into your mouth and you instantly want to spat it back out. It tastes like sand, you think to yourself. You hear indistinct chatter outside your door and wonder who it could be. All your family has been by to visit and so have your best girl friends. The door creaks open and the scent of Peri Peri chicken from Nando’s wafts to your nose. You see Niall poke his head through the door and he joins you at your bedside. “Hey babe,” he starts, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I brought you some actual food.”
Zayn: You shiver in your pajama shorts and tank top. They had to rush you to the hospital and you had no time to change clothes and there is nothing but a thin hospital blanket over your cold body. A redheaded nurse with an abundance of freckles lightly taps your arm and says, “There’s a boy outside claiming to be your boyfriend. His name is Zayn Malik.” You nod vigorously and reply, “Yes, that’s him. Can I see him?” The nurse’s face cracks into a grin and she walks to the door and murmurs a few words to whoever is outside. Seconds later, Zayn is next to you, his hand gripping yours like a vice. “I’m here now,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. He sees you shaking from the cold and takes off his varsity jacket, draping it around your shoulders. “I’m not leaving.”
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionThese are just short little paragraphs written about situations in which you were the girlfriend to any member in One Direction and this is the outcome.
