#one direction preferneces

[niall-the-churchboy]

Our Baby ~ Liam Payne

In which she’s pregnant and he’s her best friend but he will never leave her side.

Word count: 5600

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of abandonment

A/n: This is the longest writing I’ve ever wrote, and I'm pretty happy with it. Hope you all enjoy it. In this one shot Liam has never been with Cheryl so he has never had tiny Bear. 

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Y/n and Liam are inseparable and the world is well aware of this. Anywhere you see Liam in public it’s almost impossible his best friend won’t be there too--walking behind him or running a little late-- and if she’s not then something is definitely wrong. Both Liam and Y/n being celebrities, Liam a singer and Y/n a well known blogger, they always go together as each other’s plus-ones. 

They were friends long before the fame, both of them living in the same block and eating together every Sunday due that their mothers still are close friends. They grew up sharing full days of laughters and goofing around--happy that they were each other’s weirdos, as their classmates liked to call them--, and after Y/n’s father abandoned her forever never saying why, Liam’s and Y/n’s relationship grew even stronger. 

When Liam succeeded in the ‘x factor’ Y/n was scared he would forget about her, leave her all alone against the bullies and without a friend. She was almost sure he would, her father did so, why wouldn’t Liam? Except he didn’t. He called her every night to narrate his busy day; let her know some new things he had discussed with the boys; all the fans that would scream their names; and tell her how Louis would bugged him non-stop. And she loved it. She knew then that Liam, unlike her father, would always be there for his best friend.

And people know this, Liam has always demonstrate himself very protective over Y/n, insulting anyone who messes with her over the media and standing up for her. 

After she finished high school, she took a whole fallow year before studying at college--which she drop out soon after-- and enjoyed her young adult life traveling with her best friend and his bandmates. The boys loved her being on tour, mostly because she has always been carefree and sweet --and because she loves to bake and that is a must for Niall--. 

It was after tour that Liam suggested she should move in with him given that the college Y/n was applying to was close to his flat and he had a lot of extra space. Sure, as explained before, she dropped out six months later to fulfil her dreams, but they have always been comfortable with each other’s companies so Y/n never moved out. And it's been like that ever since.

Now, as she unlocks their front door, knowing exactly that Liam is waiting for her because they always stream several shows of ‘h&h’ on Friday nights, she can barely breathe. Her heart hurts and she tries to clean her face from any tear stain. Liam can't know. She’s pretty sure he’ll lose his mind and go look for Darren. Darren as in Y/n’s boyfriend -- ex now.

“Hey, love!”, Liam calls from the couch, his head perking up to have a clearer view of Y/n, “come quick! ‘say yes to the dress’ is about to start!” She just nods, taking her time to hung her coat so she can control her emotions, however Liam noticies this --Y/n loves ‘Say yes to the dress’ and normally wouldn’t let herself miss a second of the episode. 

“You okay?”, he asks hesitant as she sits next to him on the couch, her posture rigid and her moves almost robotic. “Yeah”, she says trying to give out a reassuring smile, unfortunately for her it comes out more as a grimace than anything else. 

The only reason for why Y/n doesn’t want Liam to know is because she is certain he’ll go look for Darren and get into a huge drama. Liam hates him --he actually told her-- something that Y/n never really understood but decided to leave it behind because it really didn't bother her as much. I mean, Darren has always been some kind of distraction --she’s not proud of this-- but in a way she believes the lack of feelings was mutual. Not now though, now she’s pregnant and Darren wants nothing to do with it. 

The thought of her baby growing without a father is enough to send her back in tears as a single whimper escapes her lips, how could she let this happen? Not having a father is by far one of the worst feelings, no matter how much you go to therapy you’ll always have abandonment issues. And she doesn't want that for her baby. She has always promised this to herself, and now... she failed.

“Y/n, oh my god”, Liam reacts almost instantly cupping both sides of her face as he tries for her to look at him, “What’s wrong?” His eyes are full of concern--of sadness and confusion--and that makes Y/n cry harder, burying her face on his chest. He wraps his arms around her small back, rubbing soft circles but not pushing her because he understands quickly. She just needs to cry, she’ll explain later. 

This is probably one of the things Y/n loves most about Liam, they are so in sync with each other that they instantly know what the other needs, sometimes kind reassuring words; a joke of how miserable they look; tickles even; but now, now Y/n wants just to be hold without question.

They stay like that for some good ten minutes, the lights of London’s tall buildings shining against the moon of the night, its shimmer lightening the opened flat through its wide windows, a dim light coming from a lamp shadowing Y/n figure.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?”, Liam asks softly, brushing her hair out of her face as she parts from his chest to look up at him, her breathing finally even. 

“I’m pregnant”, she says once and for all, her voice nasally. Liam freezes. Y/n bites her lip. 

“Does Darren know?”, is the first thing he asks, his eyes shifting from hers to her tummy gulping as he thinks of a baby growing inside her. 

Y/n nods before explaining, “I told him less than an hour ago. He broke up with me. Said I probably cheated.” Liam’s jaw tenses and his nostrils flare, Y/n noticies this and is quick to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers to prevent him from running out. 

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch”, Liam mutters under his breath as he begins to stand up.

“Don’t. Just...--please. Please stay with me”, she says with a single tear rolling down her cheek as she pulls him down again. And as much as Liam wants to physically hurt Darren, to have him plead for mercy, Y/n has always been far more important--will always be more important-- and he can tell she's scared. Of course she’s scared!, how could he think otherwise? Isn’t this Y/n’s biggest fear?

So he nods, kisses her temple and assures her everything will be okay. He mentally promises himself that he will never ever leave her side or her baby’s. 

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3 months

The first three months are as easy as they can be-- sure, apart from the morning sickness which starts to become a constant alarm for both Y/n and Liam, who wakes up at the sound of her from the other room to hold her hair and stroke her back--, Liam cooks new food each day at an attempt to figure out what the baby likes and what it makes Y/n puke out her whole breakfast back to the kitchen sink. Soon he has a long list of things that have stayed just fine. 

Darren is nowhere to be seen, fans and press notice this quickly and assume they’ve broke up. Nobody knows why but Y/n expects that as soon as her bump starts to become more visible, everyone will add two and two together and figure it out.

Is when Liam wakes up at dawn to find a sleepy Y/n roaming in the kitchen that the idea of a baby nearing really hits him. An unexpected warmth rushes through him as he watches her; the shirt slightly caresses the small roundness of her lower stomach, her hair is messily brushed to the side and her thumb is pressed against her lips. He doesn't even realise he has wrapped his arms around her until she leans against his chest, and it’s performed with such casualty that none of them grow uncomfortable with this new proximity. 

And it’s not until morning that Liam finds himself missing that type of intimacy between them, an intimacy that had never happened before. Liam is no stranger to the heart-swelling feeling Y/n always triggers in him, but he has always stayed quiet, he is sure the feeling is one-sided.

After all, why would friendly Y/n, who has better humour than Louis Tomlinson himself and is loved by almost everyone would even take a glance at him? He knows it’s a miracle itself that she even is his best friend, and he thanks whatever force above him decided to grow them so close. 

“Good morning”, she says with a sleepy voice as she exits his room --after some cookies and a warm glass of milk Liam had pursue her to sleep again, however she claimed that she would only do so if he slept next to her--, she plops on the couch next to him and rests her head on Liam’s lap. 

“Good morning”, he answers brushing her hair with his fingertips, she hums content at his warm touch, “slept okay?”

“Slept tight and cozy”, she wraps her arms around his waist and squishes her head closer to him, “I love you, Liam.” His heart begins to beat faster and he feels his hand begin to sweat but he orders himself to calm down and just before she can drift to sleep again, he answers, “I love you too.” 

If she only knew to what extent he meant it.

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5 months

After that night a new sort of routine was suddenly created. Weather Y/n goes to Liam’s room or viceversa, one of them always ends up curled in the other’s arms. Y/n finds it comforting, she always appreciates having Liam close to her, and now with the pregnancy hormones and all, she’s emotionally wrecked. And Liam..., well, Liam has to sing to himself the bible three times before eventually drifting to a soundless sleep. 

“Liam!”, Y/n puts on one of the coats that hung in the wall next to the front door. December is slowly approaching and with it the steaming cups of hot chocolate and the fuzzy blankets. Y/n loves winter. 

“What?! What is it?! Is everything o--”, Liam practically runs to her side from the other corner of the apartment, his eyes flushed with concern and fear. “What’s wrong.” He begins lifting her arms and touching her five month swollen belly, not waiting for Y/n to answer as he begins examining her to find where she’s hurt. 

“Jeez, relax. I’m fine”, she looks at him with a funny smile on her face, “I need to go for the monthly check up, I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“What? No, no way you’re going alone”, even with the her coffee brown coat on, a sweater underneath and loose jeans tucked inside heel-boots, her belly is swollen enough that once she’s outside the word is gonna spread. And once the word spreads..., “Paparazzi are gonna follow you everywhere the second a picture is uploaded into the internet, it’s dangerous”, Liam tries to reason with her.

“But I’ll go in a car--.”

“So? They can still follow you! I’m going with you”, he decides putting his coat on and kicking in some shoes that were laying on the floor, he grabs a beanie by the counter next to Y/n and places it in her head, “There, now you’ll stay warm.”

Y/n is about to complain --she has coats of clothes on!-- but she knows arguing won’t be worth it and she’s already running late for the appointment. Deciding to let it be she grabs the keys and opens the door. 

As soon as they reach the hospital a picture of both Y/n and Liam has been leaked. In the ten-minute drive towards the hospital Y/n barely had time to see all the twitter notifications she was tagged in.

‘Y/n L/n is pregnant?’

‘Woah, when did this happen?’

‘You guys, I think this is why @Y/T/N isn’t with Darren anymore...’

The picture was clear, taken from a sideways angle where both you and Liam got in his car. He was opening the door for you, as you slightly touched your belly.

‘If my guy best friend doesn’t do this for me then I don’t want him’ this particular comment made Y/n smile, intertwine her fingers with his giving them a gentle squeeze. She knows that even if Liam can be super annoying sometimes, he’s just trying to protect her.

They sit at the waiting room, Y/n’s legs shaking up and down as she bites her nails. Liam places a reassuring hand on her thigh and smiles sweetly at her even though he is nervous himself too. Y/n is jumpy, today her doctor is supposed to announce her the sex of her baby, --and sure, the paparazzi trying to push inside isn’t making things easier--. While Liam is a bit edgy, he’s not sure what he should do, Should he go inside the room with her? Wait outside? Flip-off the paparazzi? 

The nerves tense his hand and he’s not aware of the light squeeze he’s giving Y/n’s thigh until she places her hand above his. He looks up to see her glossy eyes, she’s scared--he can tell--, so he leans his forehead to hers and brushes her hair with his fingertips. Her scent is almost blinding, perfect roses and lavender; her eyelashes that hung from her closed eyelids curled up in perfect synchrony; her cheeks suddenly rosier, a single tear falling down; the tips of their noses barely touching. Liam is sure that if he tilts his head a tiny bit he might me able to...

“Y/n L/n?”, their faces are pushed apart, the peace of the moment long gone as they watch the woman wearing a white coat take notes on her notepad. “There you are, come in!”, the doctor says cheerful. 

Y/n stands up, her hand tugging Liam’s, urging him to go with her. Oh well, that was easy, Liam thinks, some of the tension suddenly gone. 

The room is white and light blue, the floor tiles spotless and shiny; a blue stretcher pushed to the wall next to an ultrasound machine; a neat wooden desk and bird drawings hung on the wall. Liam realises the baby doesn’t have a nursery back at their apartment. 

“Please, take a sit”, The doctor motions towards the two chair in front of her desk as she sits on her own comfortable-looking chair. “How are you Y/n? I’m assuming this is the soon-to-be father?”, Y/n’s cheeks grow incredibly hot at her doctor’s comment, unsure on how to hide the awkwardness she laughs.

“Heh, no. This is my best friend, Liam.”, he smiles at the doctor and sticks out his hand for her to shake. “And I'm fine, morning sickness ceased completely so that’s great.” The woman nods and starts typing swiftly on her computer, for a full minute and a half she stays there, eyes concentrated and a frown on her face, everything else blocked away. 

“Okay, perfect. Let’s do our monthly check up, shall we?”, Y/n stands up and moves to the stretcher, lifting herself up and laying on it. She takes out her hand looking for Liam’s and in a matter of second their finger and intertwined and she sighs in relief. “Today we find the gender, are you excited?”, The doctor asks pulling a bit up Y/n’s sweater and shirt so she can apply the gel on her swollen belly. 

A sudden urge to caress Y/n’s belly invades Liam but he fight is off, he’s not about to make a moron of himself in-front of a doctor! And then his eyes catch the blurry outline of the baby on the screen, followed by a ‘tum tum... tum’ sound. All he can think about is that the baby is real, he is there, right there, with legs and arms and tiny tiny finger, and a strong beating heart. 

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Y/n laughs wetly at him, tears on her eyes too as she brushes a tear off his cheek.  

The doctor smiles sweetly at them before focusing the ultrasound, “are you ready to know the gender?” Y/n just nods vigorously. “She’s a girl.”

A girl. Y/n swears she has never listened such a beautiful word before, a tiny baby girl to love and protect forever. Suddenly she can't wait anymore, she want to have her baby in her arms right now, brush her hair, give her kisses and hugs, and never ever leave her all alone. She brings her hand to her stomach and caresses it, Liam finally placing a firm hand there too, because he’s filled with so much happiness right now and everything seems perfect. He kisses Y/n’s temple, catching a wink from the doctor as he inhales her sweet scent. 

In that moment he swears he’ll protect his two girls until his last breath, because that’s what people should do towards the ones they love and he has never been so sure of something in his life. He loves them. 

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6 Months

Liam stirs in his bed, the dim light of dawn barely passing through the window’s curtains, his head widely awake remembering scene by scene of his nightmare.

 The nightmare consisted on Y/n bleeding to death, locked in a bathroom as he’s unable to break in and save her, only after she died the door opened slowly to show a lifeless Y/n --her usually rosy cheeks bloodless, her eyes cold and lacking the glow she always has, her hands laying on the floor as if they still were trying to reach the door-- the image made Liam jolt awake. 

And now he’s here, unable to check if she's okay given that she’s mad at him and has closed her door --sign that she doesn’t want him near--.

Liam knows he fucked up big time, but is it really his fault? You can’t blame him for defending Y/n against the biggest asshole the world has seen --aka: Darren. It all started as they were about to have dinner when suddenly both their twitters began blowing up, Darren had the audacity to have an interview and when he was approached with the question if the baby was in fact his, he completely denied it claiming Y/n was a hoe and had cheated on him, resulting her pregnancy. 

Liam wasn't the only one who completely lashed out. How dare Darren call Y/n names and point accusing fingers at her? Fans were quick to defend Y/n, but the real mess began when Liam took matters into his own hands and tweeted a very clear explanation of what had happened. 

@DarrenOfficial how dare you accuse Y/n of cheating? Don’t you remember who was the one that actually cheated or do I need to remind you? And call her a ho*?! Why don't you man up and start taking some responsibility, you know damn well that baby is yours!

The tweet was deleted minutes later when Y/n began shouting at him. He understands why Y/n would be uncomfortable with the tweet, she doesn’t want Darren near her baby girl, but he just wants her to understand that he’s only trying to protect her. It wasn't the right move, he’s well aware of that, but as soon as he read hoe he began seeing red. 

Removing the sheets and standing up, he decides that he can’t take it any longer. The image of Y/n’s lifeless body completely covered in blood is haunting him until a point where he is not even sure if it was a dream, so with sweaty hands and awake eyes he makes his way to Y/n’s room, opening the door slowly. 

The light from the corridor brighten Y/n’s otherwise dark room, Liam sighs when he sees her sleeping soundly, it almost calms completely down his hard-beating heart. Y/n’s figure on the bed, blankets pushed to the side due to the warm temperature in the room--he was sure to turn on the heater of the house as soon as winter started--, one of her arms cupping her swollen pregnant belly while the other is neatly packed below her cheek.

Liam decides this isn’t enough, he needs to be right next to her to reassure himself she’s alright and that her baby is healthy too. He climbs to the bed, making Y/n shift at the sudden movement, he slips his feet under the thick blankets and brings her closer to his chest.

“Li?”, Y/n asks with a sleepy voice turning to face him better, “what are you doing?” “Sorry, had a nightmare. Is it okay if I sleep here?”, he waits for her to nod before scooting closer to Y/n, eventually wrapping his arm around her belly and placing his hand right where he thinks the baby is. It takes a few minutes for Y/n to finally nuzzle against his neck--probably because she’s still a bit irritated--, and that is finally enough to calm him down.

Now he knows his nightmare was only just a nightmare, that Y/n will forgive him and most importantly, that she’s safe in his arms. Both of them are safe in his arms. 

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7 months

The sun is beginning to set when Y/n wakes up from a long nap. After a long day of movie marathons and homemade cupcakes --Liam learned to bake them  after Y/n woke him up several nights because she had sugar cravings-- she yanked the blanket on the sofa and drifted to sleep. Now, rough and loud sound came from down the hallway, the sound of metal; furniture being moved around; and hell, even hammers. 

She sits up, trying to stretch my lifting her shoulders and tilting her head down, Liam’s t-shirt barely fitting anymore.

“Liam?”, she walks towards the sound, realising it comes from the spare room in the back, “Liam, what are you doin--?” Her words are stroked with amazement, what used to be an empty white room with one of Liam’s old pianos, is now covered in baby-pink walls, two white dressers pushed to one of the sides, a nice grey loveseat, and wooden sticks coated in white laying on the middle of the room. 

Liam is so focused in assembling the crib that he’s completely oblivious to Y/n’s presence. His muscled tense every time he lifts a stick, his lips pressed tightly together when he nails the pieces together, and his eyes are concentrated and serious. As soon as they catch Y/n’s the change completely. 

“Y/n!”, he looks to the sides, the hammer he had at hand falling to the floor, “no! You weren’t supposed to see! I thought you were sleeping!”

She laughs at him shaking her head, “well..., you weren't exactly the definition of quiet”, she starts to walk around the room, Liam’s eyes following her every move, “but I love it!”

At this a shy smile draws on his face, placing the wood on the floor he stands up and walks towards her, “I was hoping you would. I’m still far from finishing, though, I need to buy a changer; and a bookshelf; and many, many stuffed animals.”

“Liam...”, she looks at him disapprovingly, the one look that makes him know for sure she’s about to lecture him.

“What?” Better play innocent.

“You know how I feel about you buying all this things...”, she looks around bringing her hands to her face, “I need to repay you all this.”

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his chest, “Y/n, please stop worrying. Let me do this one thing that makes me happy”, she looks up at him, taking in his beautiful features lighted by the golden hour. 

His soft lips curved into a shy smile; the prominent, clean cut of his jaw, slightly unshaven; his furry straight brows urging Y/n to brush a finger through them; the gleaming light against his rich brown eyes; and his hair brushed to the sides, short and thick. 

“Okay”, she whispers, suddenly amazed by his stunning features. 

“For your baby”, he kisses the top of her head, and Y/n can only wish he had said ‘our baby’.

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8 months

Suddenly, everything is about Liam. Y/n tries to shake him off but it’s impossible, her mind always fixes on him and she can't seem to remember the days when he was just her best friend. Now, all she can think about is what if, she knows it’s not worth it--why the hell would Liam fucking Payne want to date Y/n? But every time he brushes her hair, massage her feet, she dares to think that maybe, just maybe, Liam likes her back.

A crush. Hell, Y/n doesn't remember the last time she had feelings for someone--if she ever had-- and the weird feeling that spreads from her stomach all to her heart seems to never stop. And her baby kicks, she kicks so hard every time Liam approaches or talks, almost as if she wanted to let Y/n know she likes Liam too. After all, who wouldn't like him?

“Hello, love”, he falls onto the couch next to her, Y/n’s feet resting on the coffee table in front, “how are you feeling?” He reaches a hand to her stomach, placing it where he knows the baby always kicks, and soon enough he’s rubbing it making Y/n heart clench and her cheeks flush. 

“Fat. But overall, okay”, she brushes down his hair when he rest his head on her stomach, a smile drawing on his lips when the baby kicks, “I was thinking of baby names. I have a few in mind.”

When he hears this his eyes shine, sitting straight again and cupping her hands on his, “Can I help? I want to help! I believe I made a list a few years ago, it must be  somewhere.”

Y/n laughs shaking her head, only Liam would make a list full of baby names prior to actually having a baby. “A list? I suppose it could come in handy.” That's enough to have him rushing to his bedroom, the sound of drawers being opened and close as he tosses thing on the floor. 

“HERE!”, he chants running back, a proud look on his face. 

“Mhm...”, she takes the list from his hand, a crumpled paper with messy handwriting on it, “let’s see.”

“Claire-- no; Bella--too generic; Ryley...-- Liam, where do you get this names from?”, Y/n stops reading, giving the list back to him.

“What? You don’t like them?”

“No... They are not bad, but they are too simple”, she rubs her forehead. Y/n always hated choosing names for things, from a good username, to naming a pet, and now choosing a special name for her baby. 

“So what? You want to give your baby a strange, exotic name? She’s gonna be bullied!”, Liam is a bit offended, he personally thinks those names are perfect. 

Y/n brings a hand to her belly, suddenly believing that randomising a name wouldn't be that bad, she might get a horrible one but it would get the job done. “It depends! It's not like I’m thinking on naming her ‘Bear’ or something.”

He rolls his eyes at her, “And what were you thinking?”

“Maybe Reagan, or Quinn...”

“Definitely not Reagan”, Liam objects, “If you choose Reagan she will a hundred percent turn into an antisocial person that dyes her hair burgundy and wear black.”

Y/n slaps playfully at Liam, “Names don't define personalities, and besides, I’m not sure.” She stands up and walks to the window, her eyes catching the tall buildings; rain pouring down on people; umbrellas of every colour; cars and vehicles moving down the long streets of London. 

“London”, she says out loud. 

“I’m sorry? Couldn't hear you?”, Liam walks towards her. 

“London?”, she turns towards him, a look of realisation striking him as he thinks about it, “It’s not exotic neither too generic. Besides, I think it has a nice ring to it, London L/n.”

“London..., could call her Londy for short”, Liam nods, “I like it.”

“You are not calling my child Londy.”

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Nine Months

Y/n eyes are fixed on the upcoming sunset that shines through the window, her head resting in Liam’s lap as she rubs her huge belly and tucks her swollen feet in the cushions of the sofa. There is faint music coming from the tiny speaker laying next to the television, but apart from that everything else is quiet. It has been the first hot day in a while, and the feeling of spring and runny noses can be seen everywhere, at least with Liam who can only rub his nose every minute or so. 

 “Do you believe in true love?”, Y/n’s question takes Liam by surprise. 

“Wh-”, he clears his throat, “What do you mean?” Liam watches her sit straight,  and turn to look at him, her eyes shining and her lips neatly packed in a thin line. 

“If you believe in true love”, she says again, “like in actual love.”

Liam shifts uncomfortable, unsure on what he should say, “do you?”, he responds hesitant. 

Y/n licks her lips, a frown forming on her face as she thinks, finally sighing before answering, “I don’t know... How do I know if I’m ever actually in love?”

Liam won't deny that Y/n’s question makes his heart clench, only wishing she loves him just like he’s in love with her. How does it feel to be in love? He only needs to look at Y/n once to know the answer. “Because when you are in love, all you can think about is that one person. You memorise everything about her, the way her eyes shine against the soft light of dawn while you talk about senseless things; or how her laugh sounds when you joke around; even how her soft skin feels against your hands. When you're in love, that person suddenly becomes your everything, you would do anything to make her feel happy and appreciated and most of all loved. Because when you look at her dead in the eye, she makes your heart skip a beat, and your stomach turn and this sudden feeling of giddiness run through your body while everything else simply disappears.”

Liam looks at Y/n and for the first time he can't seem to know what she's thinking, “that’s how you know you are in love.”

When a moment you have been waiting for a long time finally strikes, you have to make sure you are not dreaming. Liam isn’t sure he’s not dreaming, but decides to enjoy the moment when the prominent scent of Y/n reaches his nostrils, her lips soft against his, their cheeks hot. Y/n tangles her hands on Liam’s hair, and even though she has done this countless of times, right now it feels different. He feels different. A crazy feeling explodes in Y/n’s tummy, and she feels she might fly away, her legs feel wet and a sharp feeling in her back tenses her completely. 

“Y/n?”, Liam parts his lips from hers, turning his head to the dark spot in the couch, “Y/n did you just-?” Y/n winces and that’s enough to confirm his question, her water just broke. Even though his head still spins from the recent kiss, he orders himself to keep calm, and run to Y/n’s room where the bag they prepared a few weeks ago is laying. 

Y/n begins to pant, not because she’s in horrible pain, but because she’s completely nervous. What if something bad happens? She can’t help herself but think that she might not be strong enough. She finally lets herself calm down when she feels Liam’s lips against her forehead, a warm hand on her back as he guides her out the apartment. 

The next few hours are a game where all you can do is wait, but not a second does Liam’s hand leave Y/n’s. Their grip tight, the feeling of sureness and the promise to never leave their side.

All her life Y/n has been scared of abandonment, but with Liam next to her, she knows that won't ever be possible for her. So when little baby London --wailing as she tightens her tiny fist--is pressed against Y/n’s chest, her eyes catching both Liam and Y/n who tilt their head as they smile at her, Y/n dares to say, “Look Liam. Look at our baby girl.” And all Liam can do is cry, happiness and joy erupting everywhere, because yes, its their baby girl. 

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I hope you enjoyed it! I’ve been working on this drafts for months and it finally feels complete.

Masterlist is here

[goldenesny]

......oh...my...gosh.....just think about it.....

[zein-malik]

Preference #17: You Don’t Understand His British Lingo

Preference #17: You Don’t Understand His British Lingo

Louis: “Louis stop, I need to get ready!” You yelled playfully at your boyfriend. You were trying to get ready to go out with your girlfriends since you hadn’t seen them in a while but Louis was distracting you. As you were trying to fix your hair, he kept coming over and running his fingers up your body, or kissing the side of your neck. You couldn’t stand it anymore, so you pushed him away. “Come on, [Y/N] please babe I need you,” he whispered against your skin, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You giggled, as you turned around and looked deeply into his glimmering eyes. "Fine but make it fast," you whispered, getting fiesty and giving in. He smiled and placed his hands on your waist as he continued to kiss your neck. He positioned you on the counter so that his mouth was level with your ear as he teased, "Ooh a quickie." You giggled as he continued, "Get your kit off already." You pushed away from him and frowned, "Uh my what?" You watched as he chuckled and hung his head down, amused at himself. "Your clothes, love," he laughed again. You rolled your eyes, "Well why don't you just say clothes, so much easier ugh you make everything so confusing," you joked as you fake sighed. "Because you're cute when you're confused," he said kissing your nose as you smiled.

Liam: “Li? Liam? Where are you?!” you shouted through the house when you got home. He wasn’t in his usual waiting spot, so you weren’t sure where he was. You decided to check the living room, and sure enough there he was, talking on the phone with someone. You were about to interrupt him when you heard your name being mentioned, so you hid behind the wall and eavesdropped. “What? Oh, [Y/N]? Yep, my little bird is doing quite dapper. Yeah, I know she is!” Your eyebrow raised. What the hell was he talking about? Quickly, you sneaked past the living room and went to the kitchen, breaking out your laptop. You went to Google and typed in, “What does bird and dapper mean in British” and clicked search. Right when you did, Liam hugged you from behind and said, “Hi babe, what’re you doing?” You blushed and tried exiting out of the tab but Liam adjusted the lid of your laptop higher and scanned the screen before you could. He started giggling and your cheeks got redder. He kissed your shoulder and said just above a whisper, “Bird means my girl, which is you.” You smiled as he started kissing your neck and continued, “and dapper means smart, which you are.” You turned around and said, “Well I’m not smart enough to decipher your British terms,” you laughed at yourself and kissed him.

Zayn: You and Zayn were cuddled on the couch together, watching a few movies. It really was a lazy Sunday for you guys, and before you knew it the movie ended and the credits were rolling. You were both too tired to even move, so you stayed and talked for a bit. “We should watch another one,” you whined as Zayn ran his fingers through your hair, playfully. “Well, whose gonna get up and put the DVD in?” he asked and you groaned. “Please do ittt, for me?” you gave him a puppy dog look and you knew he couldn't resist it. He sighed, giving in. "Fine I'll do it. I was gonna go out for a fag anyway." You smiled and said, "Thank you ba--wait what?" Zayn got up, removing your legs from his lap, and stood. "I said I'd do it?" You shook your head, "No after that. I could've sworn you said something about a fag?" He nodded, "Yeah I did. Why?" Your eyes almost popped out of your sockets, "What? Zayn what the hell are you talking about?!" Zayn looked at you, and then started laughing. "Oh I'm sorry babe, I forgot. I meant cigarette.” You still looked confused, “Fag is a cigarette? British people are weird.” He laughed and hugged you, “But you love me.” You smiled, “I do.” He smiled back at you, “Well, I do too.” You kissed him and he ended up not going out, after all.

Niall: Niall was doing an interview about you and you decided to tag along with him. It was with People magazine, and that was your favourite tabloid so of course you had to go. He sat down and some of the coworkers there escorted you to the back of the room so you wouldn’t interfere with the interview, but you could still hear him. Before you knew it, the interview only had one question left. “So tell us, when did you think that [Y/N] was the one?” He laughed, “Well the first time I saw her, I knew right from the start that I wanted her and I thought ‘hey this girl is really different.’” The interviewer chuckled, “What made you think that?” Niall laughed briefly again and said, “I asked her out and she was completely givin’ me the elbow. But it all ended up good in the end, y’know.” The interviewer thanked Niall for his time and he walked over to you. You were beyond confused, so you pulled him aside and whispered, “What do you mean I was ‘giving you the elbow?’” You furrowed your eyebrows and stood, feeling stupid. He only started cracking up and quipped, “You rejected me, princess.” You smiled and blushed, “Oh yeah, right.” You started laughing too and Niall kissed your cheek, “You know, you’re adorable when you’re confused.” You rolled your eyes at him.

Harry: “WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN’ FEELIN’ LIKE P-DIDDY” you blasted your iPod since you were home alone, chatting with your best friend on the phone and sang along to Ke$ha. “Oh my God she’s so weird. Like, P-Diddy really?” your friend was rambling on about how she hated Ke$ha. “Yeah I didn’t know that she liked to wake up feeling like weird black dudes, but hey, whatever floats her boat,” you said and as soon as you did you and friend started bursting out laughing. At that moment, Harry walked through the door, home from recording for the day. “Hey, babe.” You smiled up at him, “Hey, you’re home early.” He kissed your forehead as you said to your friend, “Harry just got home. Anyways, did you know that P-Diddy actually used to be called Puff Daddy?” Your friend laughed, “Yes, weird right?” You rolled your eyes, “So weird, like Puff Daddy really?!” Harry started cracking up loudly, and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He slapped his hand on the counter and started falling over, he was laughing so hard. You just stared at him, “Uh, yeah I gotta go, Harry’s acting like a nutjob. Call you later!” You hung up with your friend and walked over to him, “What’s wrong with you?” “Puff Daddy!” he yelled and you rolled your eyes. “Okay babe, it’s really not that funny.” You eyebrows raised and he hollered, “Yes it is! Don’t you know ‘puff’ means gay, [Y/N]?! HAHAHA.” Your eyes widened, “No because you’re all British and have weird stupid names, duh.” He frowned, “You never said you had a problem with my accent, though.” Cheeky boy. “Well, you never said you had a problem with mine.” You stuck your tongue out and Harry said, “Because it’s sexy.” He stood up and put his hands on your waist. You smiled, “So is yours.” He pulled you in close and kissed you then.

[lachhars]

One Direction Preference #12 Possessive (Dark)

A/N: Okay so this is kind of dark so you're warned. Nothing serious though but the boys aren't all cute and shit so yeah. Feedback is loved and request are open. xoxo

Harry: You never noticed the green eyes peering at every move you made. You where to busy in your own world that he was desperate to be a part of. He merely sat a few seat away from you in the coffee shop as you sat with a few friends. He toyed with his lip his black sunglasses covering his eyes and he scanned your every move. You gently sucked on your lip a nervous habit he knew you possessed, and always made him moan, because he loved imagining you sucking his length. He tighten his grip on coffee when one of your male friends got to close to you. Snarling to himself he took his phone, which a picture he found on your Facebook was the background, and started to write out a message. He smirked and leaned back watching as the male friend pulled away from touching your arm and took his phone out. The color on his face drained seeing the threatening message and his eyes darted around the coffee shop. Terrified eyes meet green ones hiding be hide sunglasses. Harry motioned to the back of your head and lipped one word. "Mine."

Liam: Across the bar he watched as you flipped you hair and giggled. Leaning close to the boy in front of you. Liam felt the frown fill his face as the boy responded to your flirting. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips across your check. Waving for the bartender to come over Andy smiled at his old friend. "Again mate?" Liam hummed as Andy poured rum and coke before giving it to Liam. Reaching into his leather jacket Liam took out a small pill and put it in the drink watching as the pill disappeared. Andy took the glass and walked over to you Liam watching with a grin. Placing the glass in front of the boy Andy said something making the boy smile. Andy walked off and rolled his eyes at Liam making him smile. Liam watched and waited as the boy finished the drink and he started to get green. You asked him something but he ran out of his seat covering his mouth and darted towards the bathroom only to get to the dance floor and throw up all over a bunch of girls and guys legs. Liam grinned his eyes on you as a horrified look covered your face. No boy was allowed near you, only him. Even if you didn't know him.

Niall: He hit his pen against his notebook not paying any attention to the lecture that was happening. His eyes where trained on the back of your head. You sat a few seats down in the row in front of him. He was able to get a full side view of you but you couldn't see his stare. He watched as you fiddled with your paper, your eyebrows drawn together as you tried to understand the lecture. He smiled softly seeing your cute face wanting to wake up to it every morning. When the professor started to hand back the test Niall watched as one of your male friends James turned to talk to you. Niall's grip on his pen tighten as his eyes started down hard at you two as James made you laugh. "Ey James!" Both you and James looked over as Niall nodded for James to come over. As James come towards Niall, blue eyes meet your a dark glint into them as he sent you a wink. You blushed and looked down making Niall chuckle dark seeing the blush fill you checks, he wonder how far the blush went down when he will have you naked on his bed. "What's up man?" James asked. "Oh nothing." Niall sighed but gripped James arm digging his nails into the flesh. "But if I ever see you near (Y/N) again I'll fuck you up. Okay?" 

Louis: Louis hummed softly to himself as he wrote in his old notebook. In it was poems, stories and small doodles of you. He looked through his room window where he was sitting near seeing you on your lawn. You where with your friend tossing a soccer ball around. Knowing you couldn't see him he lead in more to see you clearer. Louis let his blue orbs drag over your tank top and shorts covered body. Licking his dry lips he pressed the heel of his hand against the bulge that was forming in his tight dark jeans as you threw your sweaty hair back. Sighing Louis leaned back into his stool and looked at his bedroom. Pictures of you filled the room. Every inch of the wall was covered with either a photo of you or a poem he wrote about you. Humming Louis let his eyes drag across the wall his eyes darting along the room. "Oh darling." Louis sighed looking at the picture he took of you at school. "If only you knew who you belonged too."

Zayn: Finishing the last stroke Zayn put his pencil down looking over at the picture he drew. It was you. You hand cupping you check, your hair falling over your shoulder and small smile playing on your lips. Biting his lip Zayn looked up across the restaurant too see you getting up with your date. Zayn scoffed as the prick helped you with your coat and lead you out of the restaurant to your car. Getting up Zayn threw cash onto the table getting his leather jacket and notebook. Leaning against the wall in the shadows, Zayn puffed on a cigarette watching as you and your date talked near your car before he kissed you softly and lent you leave. Zayn felt anger boil in the pit of his stomach. Throwing his cigarette and stepping on it with his boat covered feet Zayn stalked his way over to the boy. "Hey mate, you know your way around a car? Mine isn't starting." Zayn asked with a easy grin. The boy nodded and followed Zayn to the back parking lot. Before he could blink Zayn grabbed the boy and threw him onto the floor. "What the hell do you think your doing with my girl?" Zayn snarled. "W-What?" The boy stuttered trying to back away. "(Y/N) mate." Zayn spat throwing a kick to the boys face. "And she's mine." Zayn stated before bringing his boot down to the boys face.

[gangstanouis]

Preference #42

Preference: He talks in his sleep (requested by anon)

Niall: You stare up at the dark ceiling. It’s 2 in the morning and you’ve given up on trying to fall back to sleep. Niall sleeps somewhat restlessly next to you, kicking around, tossing and turning, tightening his grip on his pillow. He hugs it underneath his chest, and you try to ignore all of his violent actions, knowing he’s just having a dream. “NO!” you hear him shout suddenly, making you jump. “Niall!” you exclaim, shaking him.why won’t he wakeup?!you think. Again he shouts, “NO!” but along with something else, “DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND TAKE MY (Y/N)!” “NIALL, WAKE UP!” you scream. He suddenly stops, and gets up groggily and slowly, as if he was still the whole time. “What, princess?” he says, scratching his head.”Niall, what were you dreaming about?” you say with a laugh. He wraps his arms around you. “These assholes were trying to take you from me. But I wouldn’t let them.” You roll your eyes and smile. “Aw thanks, Nialler.” He plants a kiss on your forehead. “You want to go back to sleep, babe?” he says, laying down with you. “Yeah, maybe I’ll be able to sleep better knowing you’ll protect me.”

Zayn: You and Zayn had had a fight about how he’s always gone and you get lonely. He started to tell you that you should’ve known because when you started dating, you said you’d be able to cope with his career. With that, you had started to cry and ran upstairs. You had already had a bad day to start with, and you just couldn’t bottle up all the stress. the lock clicked on the bedroom door and you looked at the clock. it was already midnight. You snuck downstairs to see Zayn sound alseep on the couch, as you suspected. As you start to climb the stairs again to go to bed, you hear Zayn crying. You spin around, and get closer to him. "Zayn?" He wasn't bulging he kept crying. Now this wasn't full out baby crying it was more of soft whispering crying. You get even closer to him so that you see his face. You shake him awake. "No!" he screams jumping up from the couch in this weird karate positon. Hands in the air, looking like he's about to kill someone. He sees you and puts his hands down. "Oh it's just you." he says. "What happened?" you asked. " I came home from a long day of work and fell asleep on the couch." he says nonchantly. "Yes I understand that you fell asleep on the couch but I came home and you were crying, why?" Zayn shifts and looks down on his feet. He bits his lip before he comes up with a response. "They were taking you." he says still looking down. You go over to Zayn so that you're right infront of him, you lift up his chin and ask "Who?" "The evil ones." he says in a playful child voice. You chuckle. "It's not funny." he says all serious again. "I thought you were gone forever." "Right but I'm here now Zayn and I always will." you say planting a kiss on his lips.

Harry: You and Harry were sound asleep in bed or so you thought... Harry kept rolling around more that usual so much that it woke you up especially when he accidently slapped you in the face. "What the-" you say jerking up noticing your boyfriend still asleep. "no.no.no..NO" he screams falling off the bed scaring you even more. "Harry!" you shout going over to see if he's ok. He blinks a couple times before finally seeing you. Once he sees you, he jumps to his feet and hugs you tightly. "Don't ever leave me, don't ever leave me please. I....I can't...l-lose you." he stutters trying to keep back the tears. "What are you talking about Harry?" you ask rubbing his back to calm him down. "I had a dream...a bad one...that you walked out saying that I wasn't good enough and that you were never coming back and I believe it too. You are too good for me..." He looks solemnly in your eyes with a tear falling out. "Oh Harry you should know that's not true. I'm not too good for you infact I'm lucky to have you here in my life. I love you Hazza and I'm not going away." you say. "Good." Harry says smiling. You give him one last gently hug. "Ok now let's go back to sleep." You smile back and you both go to sleep, spooning eachother and not having any nightmares.

Liam: Your phone rings at 3 a.m you keep thinking should you answer it or go back to sleep but on the third ring you decide to answer it and not be rude. "hello?" you say grudgily. For someone to call you at 3 a.m this better be important. "Y/n! Sweetie are you ok?" your panick boyfriend, Liam says. You smile at the thought of his protectiveness. "Yes Liam I'm fine. Why?" you ask. "Well I had this nightmare...that while I was on tour you got in an accident and died...so I.." "so you called me to make sure I wasn't dead." you finish. "Exactly." he says relieved. "How do you know I'm not a zombie." you say playfully. "This isn't funny! I thought you were dead! I woke up crying!" he admits. "Aww my baby. Are you ok?" you say in all seriousness. "I am now, now that I know that you're ok." he says. "Well I am and I will be ok when you return. Don't worry Liam before you know it three months wil go by and I will see your face once again. In the meanwhile stop worrying and have fun on tour." you say smiling through the phone. "How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like you?" Liam responds and you can almost feel his smile through the phone too. "I don't know I guess you were just in the right place at the right time." you answer him. "I guess I was."he says. "Liam it's three a.m and I want to sleep have fun on tour and I love you." you whisper. "I love to too and bye." he says. "Bye," you say then hang up for a peacful night. 3 months later Liam is back with a broken foot from tour. "I guess I wasn't the one you needed to be worried about." you say when he returns. You take care of him until his foot gets better.

Louis: Around 5 a.m you woke up feeling your mouth dry so you decide to get up and get some water. You notice Louis isn't right next to you in the bed. You figure he had to go to the bathroom or something so you shrug it off and go downstairs. You get a cup from the cabinet, turn around and run smack straight into Louis. You yelp startling Louis. You cover your hand over your heart. "Louis you startled me!" you shout-whisper. He chuckles "Yeah I kind of figured that. What are you doing down here?" he asks. "I go thirsty so I decided to get some water. Why are you down here?" you ask in return. "I couldn't sleep." he states. You go over to the sink and fill up your cup. "Why not?" you ask taking a sip of the water. "Well...I kind of had a nightmare...about you." he says looking anywhere but your eyes. You face falls. "Oh my what was it about?" you ask coming closer to him. Louis embraces you then whispers in your ear. "The undead took you." he says. You do a spit take on your water before laughing. Louis pulls back confused. "Well I'm never telling you anything again." he says. You hug him again still chuckling. "No..no Lou don't get the wrong idea. No ghost is going to take me even if they do I have an amazing boyfriend who will save them from me." then you kiss him. He laughs. "Yeah you do." "I think it's sweet how you care about me so much. Louis I will always be here with you forever, I'm not going anywhere." Louis smiles and you yawn. "I'm going back to sleep and you should join me." you head off up to the stairs with Louis following you. You turn around "and Lou?" "yeah" he says. "No more ghost movies." you say smiling, Louis blushes and you both go to bed for a peacful night with no ghosts.

Author's Note: Yeah...not my best but I still hope you enjoyed it. Another co-owner did Niall's and part of Zayn's and I did the rest.Tell me what you think, message, like, reblog, follow. :)

--Sky xx

[spicegirlniall-blog]

1D Preference: You're his teacher.

Niall: "Um, Miss Y/N? I can't get this problem right." You peer over the papers you were grading to see a student of yours, Niall. You smile warmly. "Do you need help?" You ask and Niall vigorously shakes his head yes. He places the math paper on your desk and you lean over to see. Quickly, you explain the problem so it makes sense. "Do you understand now?" You glance over to Niall who's staring at you, not the paper. He blushes furiously and turns away. Ahh, puppy love.

Louis: "Louis Tomlinson! Sit down this instant." You shout across the room. One of your students, Louis, has been acting out lately and showing off. This time he's decided to hop up on his desk and dance. He grins mischievously and shakes his head no. You let a sigh, before heading into the hall to call the gym teacher. Together you manage to drag Louis off his desk. The minute he sits back in his seat, you give him detention for an entire month. He just grins, glad he gets to spend more time with you.

Liam: "Awww, Liam are you gonna cry?" You hear a student taunt. You look around the corner to see Liam Payne flocked by two large boys. They're pushing and shoving him, yelling insults. "Stop right now! What do you think you're doing?" You say, marching right over separating Liam from the boys. The older boys are in shock and stand there dumbly. "You both may take a trip to the principals office!" They solemnly nod their heads and walk to the principal. "Liam, are you okay?" The brown haired boy nods shyly. "I am now."

Zayn: "What year did World War II start? Anyone? How about Zayn?" You say, purposely choosing the sleeping boy. "Huh? What?" Zayn says. You frown. "Thank you for finally joining us Mr. Malik. See me after class." Zayn nods and you hear a few whistles come from the back. A titter is sent through the class and Zayn blushes. "Please be quiet." you say to them and turn back to the board. "Zayn you finally gonna ask her out?" a girl asks him. Now it's your turn to blush.

Harry: "Okay kids. Time to hand out Valentine's!" You sang. The children spoke in excitement. You supervised the handing out of Valentine's while some parents managed the food and drinks. As usual you received cards and candies from your students but this year a boy, Harry, gave you a handmade card. "I made this for you Miss Y/N. I hope you like it." You smile and accept the card. Inside is a poem you had read to your class. It's written very nicely and it obviously took Harry sometime to create this beautiful card. "Thank you Harry. I love it." and with that Harry grins cheekily and scampers back to his classmates. He's certainly glad you liked it.

A/N my first try at preferences! Sorry if some are longer than others!!

[niall-the-churchboy]

The interviewer insults you ~ One Direction

In which the interviewer insults you and the boys defend you. This is set after the WWA tour. 

“Welcome back to ‘Power 106′, Matt talking. With me today we have the popular One Direction band and their all-time favourite best friend, Y/n Higgins”, the interviewer begins, bringing his microphone closer to his mouth. You are sitting next to Harry and Zayn,  wearing headphones that are connected to your own microphone. “How are you guys?”, the interviewer asks and you all reply with cheerful smiles. 

This is live on radio, but the cameras placed on each side of the round table lets you know they are filming too. “So, today I'll be asking a few questions. Let’s begin?”, Matt asks. 

The first part of the interview went okay, he asked questions about the album and their newly announced tour. He also brought up the fact that you had left for the second part of the tour given that your cousin was getting married, all of you laughing when the guys talked about crying for two full days after your departure. Until now, where you are shifting uncomfortably at the question directed at you.

“I’m sorry?”, you ask taken back. “On a range from one to ten, how good are you on bed?”, Mark asks again, you eye Harry, a shook expression on your face. “Wha-?”, you begin but are interrupted by Zayn. “-Why would you ask that question!?”, everything escalates quite rapidly, leaving you speechless, “It’s not only a really personal question, but the fact that you are here, asking like of it’s nothing, makes me sick!”, Zayn says, a disgusted look on his face, he’s definitely not gonna sit down and let this go unnoticed. 

“I’m sorry, its just that Y/n’s always hanging around you guys..., she must be good. At least that's what the media says”, he explains, his face red. “You are seriously not saying that!”, you answer, a dry laugh falling out of your lips. This guy is unbelievable. “What are you implying? I have to be ‘good in bed’ to be around my best friends?”, You ask him, rage boiling your body, “how can you ask that question like it is the commonest thing? Specially in times like this, you prick!”

“Have some respect, man!”, Harry complains trying to contain his temper, “I won’t let you talk to her like that! In fact, you shouldn’t talk to anyone like that!” “It’s just that-”, the interviewer tries to say, glancing over at management, but there's nothing they can do, you guys are live.

 “Please, please stop talking! This interview is over and so is your career”, Louis finishes taking his headphones off and dropping them on the table. You all follow his action, and before leaving the room you shake your head towards him, “Embarrassment”, you tell him, Harry placing a hand on your back as if to tell you that he’s not worth it. 

As you get back home, all of you deciding to stay at yours and Niall’s apartment for the rest of the day, you can’t bare anymore to hold in the tears. Sad and anger mixed together. Thankfully, your friends are there to calm and cheer you up. Making you know for sure that they will always have your back.

For the rest of the month tweets about what happened in the interview were being shared, celebrities narrating their own stories were their private life had been violated.   

[gangstanouis]

Preference #48

Preference: What he does when you're upset

Harry: Cuddles."Hey ba-" Harry just got home and found you in your room crying. "What's wrong?" he asks. You look up and get up. You don't say anything, not even to answer Harry's question you just throw yourself in his arms.Harry doesn't know what's going on but he puts his arms around you as you cry in his chest. "Shhh...shh...it's ok y/n" he rubs your back calming you down just enough until you stop sobbing and it turns into snuffles. Then he grabs your face lifting it up so that he's looking into your eyes. "Now what's wrong?" he asks again. You look down, then back up at your boyfriend and answer his question. Halfway through your story you break down into tears again remembering what happened. Harry pulls you into his arms again. Then he sets you down on the bed and the two of you just cuddle as he reassures you that everything is going to be ok.

Liam: Takes you out. You've been crying in Liam's arms for over an hour, you were pretty sure you ruined his shirt but he didn't seem to notice. It seems like every minute you cry the worse it gets and only makes you cry harder. Liam's trying to talk to you but you can't listen not now. He finally takes you out of his arms and you stare at him wondering if you've annoyed him too much with your crying. He gets up as your lip quivers, once he's gone you sob deeply into the pillow of your couch. Liam comes out minutes later with shoes on, a new shirt and his wallet and keys. He comes over to you and rubs your back. "y/n, y/n, come on look at me y/n." he whispers to you. You look up. "Liam?" you ask. "Let's go, I'm taking you out." he walks over to the door and opens it. "I can't Liam." you say. "Why not?" he asks clearly confused. "I'm upset and I look like a mess." you respond. "Y/n you can't stay in here forever remembering your mistakes, it'll only make it worse. You need to get out, besides you look beautfiul like always." This makes you smile, you give up trying to argue because it'd just make matters worse so you take his hand and go out the door. He takes you out for icecream, then you go to the park and then the movies. He did take your mind things as you both had a wonderful day.

Louis: Makes you laugh. Obviously the main guy who's made video diaries history tries to make you laugh when you're upset. "Come on love cheer up, smile, I want to see you're beautiful smile." he plays with your hair and you slap his hand not in the mood to be mess with. You're head is on the kitchen table and you're been upset/crying all day and Louis's notice. "Hey y/n! Why did the mushroom go to the bar?" When you didn't answer he answered himself. "Because he was a fun-guy!" he laughs histerically. You don't laugh or move just mope. "OH come on love that was gold!" he goes over to your side and tickles you. You head snaps up laughing. "See this is what I want to see and hear!" Louis says tickling you. You laugh and laugh. "Louis....stop...." you say. Louis puts his hands up in surrender and you giggle. "Now I have plenty of more jokes want to hear them?" he asks and you nod. Louis sits in a kitchen chair and you go over on his side and sit in his lap. He puts his arms around you and you put your head on his shoulder. Then he starts telling jokes making you laugh at every single one of them soon enough you forgot why you were upset.

Niall: Sings. You were on the laptop and you saw/read something that you didn't want to. You slam the computer shut and run into living room. You were on your way to the kitchen to get water for your throat but you stop halfway through unable to make it there. You put your face up against the couch and cry. You're still crying as Niall walks through the door whistling. He stops when he sees you. "Princess!" he screams running up to you. "Oh princess." he repeats. "Please stop." he says after a while but you can't and it just makes things worse only making you want to cry more. Niall goes over to the corner where the guitar is, picks it up and plays a song. He sings your favorite ed sheeran song, A Team. "White lips, pale face, breathing in snow flakes." he sings. You love Niall's voice and the way he sings and he knows that. You try to concetrate on your boyfriend's medolic voice and soon enough it does soothe you down. When the song's over, he sings another one and it says like that for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep.

Zayn: Talks it out. "Y/n tell me what's wrong?" he asks for the third time this night. You had an awful day and just cried when you walked through the door. Zayn heard you from another room and came up to find out what was wrong, so far it wasn't working. "I...I can't." you say. "Y/n you can tell me anything and you know that. I just want to know what's wrong so I can make it better so what's wrong." he looks in your eyes and you know you can't resist. You take in a deep breath and tell him everything that's wrong. He listens taking in everything and nodding occasionally. "I'm sorry that happened y/n" he says when your done. You think that's it and your eyes start to get watery again but Zayn continues. "But you can't bring that down that's the wonderful thing about life sometimes it brings you down but you have to get back right up. Think of this as a good thing to show you that you're only human and that you do make mistakes. Tomorrow will be better, I promise." He takes your hand and kisses it. You giggle. "How did I get so lucky to have such a Zen boyfriend." Zayn shrugs and you kiss him.

Author's Note: Sorry if this was lame and that we haven't been updating but we will. Like, follow, reblog tell us what you think and please follow so that we reach 1,000 we'd really like to reach our goal before December so that we can do something special for you!!!!!!

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[justwastinggtime]

YOU FAIL YOUR EXAM (ZAYN AND LOUIS)

Zayn:

Zayn was waiting for you outside your school, security around him. When you walked out, you kept your head low. He smiled when you walked over. “Hi babe,” he smiled. You ignored your sweet and hot boyfriend as you walked past him and sat down in the car. He raised an eyebrow and sat into the car. He closed the door and sat sideways in, looking at you. He looked at you for a while in silence. You sat quietly and looked out of the window, silent tears running down your cheeks. After a few minutes, Zayn placed two fingers under your chin and moved your head so you looked at him. He didn’t say anything but waited for you to say something. “I failed my exam in English…” you slowly spoke, your lip quivering more. He frowned and sighed. He slowly cupped your cheek with his one hand and stroked your cheek gently. “Babe… I know you feel broken down now and you want to give up, but you are much stronger than that. I love you, babe, and we will come through this together. You’ll take it again and I will make sure I will be there for you and help you understand the task better this time,” he smiled. You sniffled and nodded before his lips met yours in a loving and calming kiss.

  Louis:

You walked inside and screamed loudly, slamming the door closed. You lived alone in an apartment and could be as loud as you wanted. What you didn’t know, was that Louis was sitting on the couch. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he mumbled you flipped him off before you ran up the stairs. You were so sad, it made you angry. You felt stupid and annoyed and you hated it. You slammed your door closed and headed for your bed, but Louis quickly slammed the door opened. “What the hell, Y/N?! I come back for you after fighting with the management to meet you in the middle of our tour and I get greeted by you screaming and flipping me off?! Explain pleas--,” he said in anger before you walked very close to him, your cheeks filled with tears. “I FAILED MY EXAM, LOUIS!! I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT IN THE WORLD TO BE ANGRY! I’M STUPID AS FUCK AND YOU’RE NOT HELPING AT AL--,” this time, he cut you off with his hands cupping your cheeks and slamming his lips to yours. You were taken aback, but quickly kissed him back. After a little while, he pulled away. “I’m so sorry, babe… I’m just a bit grumpy from being away from my amazing girlfriend for so long… But I shouldn’t be since I’m here now… And you’re not stupid at all. You probably just didn’t understand the task properly or studied the wrong theme... I can help you this time?” he mumbled and you just nodded before you crashed your lips to his again, missing them so much.

[nostalgiabones]

Preference #30 - "Let It Out..."

Preference #30 - “Let It Out…”

Niall:

Ugly. Whore. Fat. Worthless. 

These are just some of the words that appear in the tweets that so called ‘Directioners’ have sent to you. You’re sick of it. You’re sick of being strong and acting like it doesn’t bother you, when of course it does.

“Babe?” Niall calls out, entering the sitting room where you’re on your laptop. He gets concerned when you don’t even look up. “Y/N? Darlin’ you okay?”

“What? Oh sorry, mhm just fine.” You reply, forcing a smile.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve been together for three years Y/N. I can tell when you’re smile isn’t real.” He says, probably feeling smug but not showing it because he’s worried about you. 

“Fine.” You reply again.

He sits next to you and takes the laptop from your lap.

“Princess, why are you reading this again? You know they’re just jealous, right?” Niall said, his arm moving around your waist.

“Mhm.” You gulp hard, blinking away the tears. He puts the laptop on the floor and pulls you close to him.

You snuggle closer to his chest and it takes all your will to hold back the tears. The familiar smell of him just makes you want to burst into tears.

“Let it out…” Niall mutters, kissing your head. “Come on babe, i’m here for you. Cry it out and you’ll feel better.”

Louis:

You were pacing the hospital ward, waiting for Louis to arrive. It’s been three hours since Louis got on the plane, and because he’s flying from America it’s gonna be at least another ten.

Your Mum has lung cancer and she collapsed earlier. A Doctor said her lungs may be failing and she hasn’t got much longer. You just hope Louis can make it here before her time is up, because you know you can’t cope on your own.

Your younger sisters arrive, they’re confused and upset. You can’t look weak in case it scares them. Another reason you need Louis…

“I’m here babe, i’m right here.” Louis pants, out of breath, as he pulls you into his arms. “How is she?”

“She hasn’t got long left Miss.” The nurse informs you. 

You nod, and tuck your self under Louis arms, snuggling so close to his side to try and block out the pain. You can’t escape it though, you know you can’t.

“Time to say goodbye, beautiful.” Louis murmurs in your ear, as you grab on his hand even tighter. “Be strong for about two more minutes, okay? Then I promise you can be as weak as you want after that.” 

“Goodbye Mum… I-I love you.” You whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek. There’s a horrible lump crawling up your throat. The nurses guide your siblings out of the room so you’re alone with Louis.

“Let it out…” Louis says, as you break down in his arms. “I’m here for you, always.”

Harry:

You used to date your best friend, Max, you’re relationship lasted about two years so he meant a lot to you. Harry knows this and he doesn’t mind, he knows that you love him so much but Max will always have been a huge part of your life. 

You haven’t spoke to him in forever but that doesn’t really bother you.

You’re having a date night with Harry, he’s cooked a big meal for you and made sure everything’s perfect. He even bought you a new charm for your Pandora bracelet. Not for any reason, just because he loves you.

Then, half way through your meal, your phone starts to ring.

“I’ll leave it, if it’s important they’ll leave a message.” You shrug, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

It kept ringing and ringing. You feel bad for Harry because he put so much effort into this meal, but for your phone to ring and ring again and again it must be important.

"Babe, I can tell you're curious about this. Go answer, it's okay love." Harry smiled, squeezing your hand.

You rush to the phone just as it started ringing again. You answered it and the voice you recognized was Max's Mum.

"Oh Y/N, thank god you finally answered. I'm afraid there's been an accident involving Max... He's gone Y/N. I'm so...sorry..." She broke down, hanging up the phone.

"Babe? What is it?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. A tear rolled down your cheek and you wiped it away quickly. 

"Come on love, tell me."

"Max... is... dead..." You sob, gulping.

"Cry." Harry said. "You need to. Let it out, i've got you baby."

Liam:

Six months. Six whole, long months. He'll be gone.

You know it's only a tour, it'll go quickly, right? 

"Are you okay love? You're being quiet today babe." Liam asked, as you snuggle into his chest. 

"I'm fine Li. I love you." You smile.

"I love you too baby. Now tell me what's up, hm?" He asked, rubbing your back as his hand moves around your waist.  

"It's nothing." You blink rapidly, do not cry. 

"Come on love, please tell me. You do trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do, more than anything."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

"I..." You start. "I don't want you to go Liam. Six months... it's a long time... I'll miss you."

Liam notices how upset you are about this and burrows his head into your shoulder.

"You need to cry, then we can talk. You'll feel better." He said. "Let it out love."

Zayn:

You were gonna have a baby. A little baby Malik. Yours and Zayn's...

Not anymore. You lost it yesterday, you're heartbroken.

You're trying to act like it's not affecting you too much, but it is. It's killing you inside, your baby died. You killed your baby.

"Babe..." Zayn sighs, as you're both laid in bed that night. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine." You reply, lying through your teeth. "Are you?"

"No." Zayn replied, simply. "You know why? Because I know you're not."

"I a-"

"No. Listen to me babe. You're not okay, you're not and I know that. I don't want you to deny it..." He sighed. "I want you to cry it out. You need to, it's not healthy to keep it in like this, okay?"

"I don't need to cry. I'm fine Zayn."

"I've got you." He said, holding you in his strong embrace. "Let it out."

[gangstanouis]

Preference #45

Preference: You self harm

Harry: "You're so ugly...go die bitch!" *refresh* "Harry deserves better...why does Harry even like you whore!" *refresh* "I ship bullshit...Oh Harry I prefered it when you went out with Caroline instead" *refresh* It just won't stop you think to yourself. No matter how many times you refresh there's always hate. It's been like this for the past five months you and Harry have been together, he said it would get better after a couple months but it hasn't. Infact you think it's gotten worse.You haven't told him that you've been getting hate because you don't want to make him upset and it's quite easy considering he doesn't get on twitter a lot. "Go kill yourself!" You read. You sigh and gently close your laptop. You don't understand, you haven't done anything! You open your laptop again to show those haters what you're made of but then you see what's trending worldwide...#DieY/nDie. You gasp and click on the trend, it seems to have been trending for hours but you just haven't notice it. You let a tear fall down your face not even bothering to wipe it away. It seems like every second there was a new tweet for the trend. "#DieY/nDie Best.Trend.Ever." You click on the tweet and see that there's already 50+ likes and retweets. "#DieY/nDie LOL THIS!...#DieY/nDie no one likes you so go away" that last one was the most retweeted/favorite. You force yourself to close your laptop....no you think. This can't be happening. Why do the hate me? Maybe I should die...you think. You get up and go to the bathroom. You hate to do this but you get a razor underneath the bathroom. You slit your wrist. 1 you think. You slit again. 2 you think. You can feel the blood oozing out but you refuse to open your eyes and see it. 1 more you think but 5 cuts later and your still cutting. "Surprise!" you hear the door open. Immediantly as a reaction you throw your razor. Harry's eyes follow the razor then your arms were all he sees is red blood. "What happen?" he screams getting angry. "I...uh..."

Liam: Liam was getting ready for another day in the studio running around his house while you were on his computer looking up stuff after a nice night of having a sleepover at Liam's. "Y/n where's my trousers?" Liam shouts from his closest. You were too busy on facebook to fully understand Liam's question. "Did you try looking in your closest?" you scream back. Liam gets his head out of the closest. "No I would've never guest." he says sarastically. "Well then there's your problem." you say not moving your eyes from the screen. Liam chuckles and slowly comes up behind you where he wraps his arms around you. He puts his chin on your head and then kisses the top of your head. "I think your on the internet more than I am." he chuckles again, then turns you around so he can kiss you. You both kiss and you smile at the fact that Liam just kissed you and the fact that he did it with no trousers. "Liam go get some trousers on." you laugh. Liam shakes his bum and then goes to go put on trousers. Once he's back he kisses your forehead. "Alright love I'm off but I'll be back." "Ok!" you shout and he leaves. At first it was weird being at Liam's house alone but then you got use to it and went back on your computer with your breakfast in hand, frozen waffles. You really don't want to go on twitter because of hate but you heard that one of your favorite celebs was doing a twitcam soon so you decided to go on. As usual you got hate, oh look now even Perez Hilton is making fun of you, asshole. When you first recieved hate you were very sensitive so it hurt you but you were use to it by now. You really wish the fans would like you but you can't control them so for now you'll just have to wait. Even thought you've already been waiting a year....you see your fave celebs twitcam link so you click on it. Oddly enough they were talking (he or she or whatever) about One Direction you got goosebumps just hearing them say One Direction. (fave celeb's name= f/c/n) "Alright next question....what do you think of y/n and Liam?" f/c/n says. Your eyes go wide just hearing that question. "Personally....I don't like y/n." You heart drops. What? you think to yourself. "I mean I really thought Danielle and Liam were going to get married. Payzer forever." they says holding a heart up to their chest. "I mean I just think y/n is all wrong for Liam in every way....I just...don't like her...at all." You close all tabs and shut off your computer. You cry and cry. Your idol just said that they don't like you and they don't even know you! You were use to fans sending you hate but now a celebrity especially not someone you worship. You had enough, you said you weren't going to cut since you stopped five years ago but right now your life wasn't going right and you kind of hated it at the moment. You thought about Liam and what he would say but you figured you would just hide it from him. You get a razor so upset and just start slashing your arm. Over and over putting all your emotion out, feeling it cut deep in your skin. You cut so deep because you so upset. You're not bothered with the blood falling off your skin and landing on the floor all you care about is getting your emotions out. You're crying at one moment and then you black out last thing you hear it a very loud "Y/n!"

Louis: "No!" You scream before walking out. You just had another one of your famous arguments with your family again. It was about you and Louis's relationship. They thought you two were going too fast, they didn't like your guy's age difference and the fact that Louis was always immature. You knew that wasn't true and even though you and Louis were only dating for 3 months you already loved him and knew he was the one. He made you feel special and sure he was immature at times but he was also very sweet and serious. You loved everything about him and he loved everything about you so that's why you stormed out of your house. You told them you were moving out and that you never wanted to see you again. They agreed only making you more upset. You called Louis crying telling him you wanted to talk to him, you had to leave him a voice mail because he was at work. You really need Louis now but there was nothing you could do so you went to your public park where both of your and Louis's first date was at. You love the park it reminds you of so many memories and how young you actually are. You took a deep breath and took out a lighter. Everytime you got into an argument with your family you took out your anger in a....strange way. Your family and you have never really gotten along leaving you with a horrible childhood that Louis doesn't know about. You took the bobby pin out of your hair and lit it with the lighter. Then you place the heated metal on your arm. You wince at the heat then let the sizzle on your skin. It tenses you up but you don't stop. "What are you doing?" you hear making you wince again.

Niall: You're very sensitive and drives you insane when being compared with anyone. You have an older sister and your always being compared to her your whole life even with your parents. So when the media compared your weight with your super-skinny-high-metabolism boyfriend, Niall, it kind of bothered you. Niall was on tour for two months. You haven't been eating since he left. He of course visit you but you would always wear baggy clothes and make up excuses why you wouldn't eat such as you already ate or you're not feeling well. Niall being him clueless self didn't seem to notice. It was 8 a.m and you were doing what you always did at this time, exercising and you did that quite often. You did it though, you lost 20 pounds and now weighed less than even Niall. You didn't look healthy though, you look pale and bony. You look like your sick but as long as you were skinny right? You took a water break when you heard the door open making you jump. You tip toe to see who it is, hopefully not a burgler. When you see it's your boyfriend, you jump on his back screaming "Nialler!" Niall laughs."Who's that fly on my back?" he says jokily. "What are you doing here?" you shout still on his back. "I came to surprise my princess even take her out for breakfast!" He turns around and picks you up spinning you around. You laugh. He places you down. "But...I already ate." you say. "So?" he says placing a hand on your waist but then he has a confuse look on his face his hand lowers so that he's touching your hips where he can feel your very big "love bones" then he moves up where he touches your ribs and he counts each off as he feels every single rib. You smile slowly fads as Niall starts to get it. "What...what happened princess?"

Zayn: You and Zayn were alot a like in many ways. You both are very artistic and mysterious. Overall you both were pretty much the same person but it did have it bads such as you both smoke. You grew up with a touch family where your mother practically force you to take drugs when you were young and ever since then you've been doing them. Only, a couple months ago you told Zayn that you would quit if he quit because he said he wanted to quit for a long time but would only quit if you did. Honestly you tried but gave up on the secound day. You've been smoking whenever Zayn wasn't in the house, you just couldn't help yourself. Next day you think next day as always. "Bye love." Zayn says as he kisses you then walks out the door. "Bye." you whisper in bed as he shuts the door. When you hear the door close you jump up and grab your pack of cigarettes. Most people start their day with coffee but you start yours with drugs. You inhale the smoke which feels like sunshine to you since you grew up with it. "Ahhh." you say as you exhale. "What the fuck?" you spin around and see a not so happy zayn. You throw your cigarette on the ground even though you know it was too late. "I can explain." you say even though you really can't. "Then explain." he says tensing up.

Author's Note: PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF I SHOULD DO PART 2! Don't even secound guess about talking to is if you suffer these conditions.You are all beautiful no matter what people say. I currently suffer from anorexia and I cut, I think the other girls have something too but feel free to talk to is about it. sorry Zayn was short but I'm tired. Part 2? Yes/no paha. Thanks for the request sorry I haven't been on school and suck. But I love you and please follow us so we can reach our goal of 1,000! like,follow, reblog, message tell me what you think

--Sky xx

[theboysofdirection-blog]

Preference #13: How you know he is "in the mood"

Louis: He'll wrap his strong arms around you, pulling your body flush against his. "You wanna..." He always trails off and wags his eyebrows. You always say yes.

Liam: He will kiss you neck, leaving love bites. He knows it turns you on and it alway leads to clothes on the floor.

Harry: He will fid some way to lay on top of you, letting you feel him and know what you've done to him. You can never hold back.

Zayn: He'll lift up your shirt only the slightest, rubbing your stomach with his rough hands soon to be replace by his lips. He knows it makes you squrim and he certainly knows what he's getting himself into.

Niall: He will give you that suducive look, his blue eyes wide and clouded. He takes your hand and tugs you into the bedroom. Where he makes sure to lock the door after.

[fashion1d]

baby onsies

LIAM

NIALL

ZAYN

LOUIS

HARRY

JOSH

[gangstanouis]

Preference #30

Preference: You get hate and how he reacts.

Harry: @h/t/n (Hater twitter name): God why the fuck would @Harry_Styles date @y/t/n? I mean just look at her!

@Harry_Styles: @h/t/n That's why I'm dating her ;) and because of her personality   Later that night you saw all the hate tweets you were getting, you were getting more and more since Harry's tweet so you started to cry. Harry saw you and decided to go on twitter again.

@Harry_Styles: Now it's gone too far I love @y/t/n. I hate seeing her cry over something as stupid as this. @y/t/n has done nothing to you so this needs to stop.

Later that night #WereSorryHarry and #BeautifulY/N were trending

Liam: @h/t/n: LEEYUM! Just tell me one thing! Why @y/t/n? She's so ugly! You and me make a way better couple ;)

@Real_Liam_Payne: @h/t/n Don't you ever say that! @y/t/n is my everything and I love her! If you can't respect that then maybe you're not a fan!

The fans stopped talking bad about you as soon as they saw how upset both of you were, they knew Liam was serious because he used correct spelling. As soon as you saw Liam's tweet you ran up to him and hugged him saying thank you. He responded with "Anytime." and you two shared a sweet kiss. You both took a picture of eachother hugging and smiling and Liam uploaded it on Twitter to show how happy you guys were.

Later that night #LiamAndY/Nforever and #LoveY/N were trending.

Louis:@h/t/n: HAHAHAHA @Louis_Tomlinson LOVES @y/t/n!!! OK NEXT JOKE! WE ALL KNOW SHE'S A BEARD! LARRY STYLINSON FOREVER!

@Louis_Tomlinson: @h/t/n She's not a beard and you so called "fans" take this Larry Stylinson thing too seriously. Me and Harry are just friends. I love @y/t/n so stop the hate.

@y/t/n: @Louis_Tomlinson aw thanks Lou I love you xx

@Louis_Tomlinson: I love you more xxxx

Once the fans saw how upset Louis was and how he wasn't joking around anymore they stopped and admired how cute you two were. You both were always tweeting cute things to each other on twitter and the fans thought it was adorable. They also realized how much you were like Louis so they were always calling you the female version of him.

#LouisAndY/N and #Y/NIsTheFemaleVersionOfLouis were both trending.

Niall:@y/t/n: Seriously @NiallOfficial you're going to call @y/t/n you're princess? more like a witch. You can do better.

@NiallOfficial: @h/t/n I am proud to call @y/t/n my princess. She is beautiful, sweet, caring and so much more, she is my everything, there is no one better than my princess. The only one acting like a witch is you so quit it!

When Niall tweeted that he ran up to you were you were reading and doing homework and he kissed you passionately. "What was that for?" you ask giggling. "I just wanted to let you know that you are mine and I will love you forever no matter what anyone says. You are beautiful and just perfect, you mean the world to me so don't let what other people say tear us apart." You smile and kiss him again. "I won't." you say.

That night #PrincessY/NAndPrinceNiall and #ForeverPrincessY/N were trending.

Zayn: @h/t/n: @zaynmalik I liked Perrie better, at least she was skinny, pretty and talented. @y/t/n is just a piece of garbage.

@zaynmalik: @h/t/n @y/t/n is not a piece of garbage. She is an angel sent from heaven above and you need to get it through your head that me and Perrie are done it was a mutal decision, I love @y/t/n now.

It seemed like no one was listening to Zayn, infact you got more hate saying "oh you need your boyfriend to stick up for you now" and so much more. Zayn saw this too and went on twitter again.

@zaynmalik: I can't take this anymore. I hate seeing @y/t/n so upset so I'm going to deactivate both of our accounts so that we don't see this anymore.

Just as you both were going to deactivate your accounts you saw people stick up for you and saw that you were now getting less hate.

@zaynmalik: Fine we won't deactivate our accounts as long as @y/t/n gets no more hate, I hate to see her upset, it upsets me too. xx

Later that night #ZaynandY/NAreStillAlive and #ZaynandY/NAreTheCutestCouple were trending

The fans slowly progressed to the fact that you both were dating but eventually they started to like you and got to see your wild side. You were still getting some hate but you just ignored that. The fans thought the both of you were a cute couple and at the end of the year you both got cutest celeb couple at the Teen Choice Awards.

Auothor's Note: This was wayyyy overdue but who cares it's up and I love doing these. I hate it whenever the boy's girlfriends get hate, they're all lovely and deserve better. Like, reblog, follow :)

--Sky xx