#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

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The True Test (imagine for lily)

"We need you Lily. You’re one of the best Criminal Profilers we have!" My boss said, nearly slamming his hands on the table. "I’m sorry sir, but if Harry finds out I’m dead and the case is closed anyway. Why can’t Martinez cover this case?" I asked, my mind racing with millions of questions. ‘What if Harry finds out?’ ‘Will he tell anyone?’ ‘Could I loose my job because of this?’ "Martinez is on vacation. You do this job or you’re fired." He demanded walking out of the room. I leaned back in my chair and groaned. This was going to be the longest case I have ever worked. After filing what felt like a million papers, and making a thousand calls, it was finally time to go home. I grabbed my papers and threw them in my brief case. "Hey Lily, what’s up?" My friend Claire asked as she hooked her arm with mine. "Oh nothing new. Just trying to figure out a way to keep Harry from finding out about this stupid case Jordan put me on." I said unlocking my doors. "Jordan gave you that case?" She asked pointing to the file in my hand. "Yeah…why?" "You do know he’s one of the most dangerous criminals out there right?" "Well I’m just assessing the case, it’s not like I’m going out to actually find the guy." I said, looking at the guys picture. He was pretty ugly though, scars all over his face, piercings in places piercings should never be, and one particular tattoo: a spider hanging from a web from the corner of his eye. Disturbing, but he looked like one a mobster. "Look Claire, I got to get home before Harry wakes up. I need to do some research on this guy." "Alright, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so." She said walking off. I rolled my eyes and got in the car. The drive home was particularly creepy, and when I looked down I realized why. I never closed the file and the guys picture was starring straight at me. When I hit a red light I looked at the picture and it seemed like his eyes were glowing, but I had to have been because of the lights shining on it right? I shook my head and closed the file before making the final right turn to my house. When I pulled in, I saw the living room lights on. "What is Harry still doing up?" I asked myself as I shoved the file in my brief case and walked into the house. As I opened the door, Harry turned towards me, "Hey babe, I see you’re home late." "Yeah sorry. I got a call from the defendants lawyer…it was a mess but I’m ready to relax. Why don’t you go to sleep you look dead tired." I laughed as he yawned. He put up a small fight before finally giving in and going to bed. "Goodnight babe." He said kissing me on the forehead. "Goodnight handsome." When I heard the clock if the door, I quickly jumped up and grabbed my computer. Looking through pages and pages of newspaper articles on this guy, he got even creepier and creepier. mobster breaks into store, robs it, then kills owner for the fun of it Romano sets off bomb. Destroys five story building and kills everyone inside it was like this guy didn’t have any kind of sympathy. After I finished his profile the only thing left for me to do, was to asses the crime scene. I decided I would grab a drink of water before I went to bed. I got up and slowly made my way to the kitchen, but when I came back I saw Harry starring at the computer screen with the papers in his hands. “Lily, what’s this?” He asked, turning around. “Those are….uhm I’m just doing a report on him.” I stuttered. I was never a good liar, I was surprised I could actually keep my real job a secret from him for so long. “This is the kind of paper work cops and FBI agents do.” “Actually the Criminal Profiler does the paper work and crime scene and what not and then the cops take over.” I explained, only to cover my mouth with my hand. “So you’re a Criminal Profiler?” He asked, his eyes burning red with anger and sadness. I dropped my hand and silently nodded my head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I was afraid you would think…” “That I would think what?” He yelled. “That my girlfriend spends her days looking at blood and murder weapons and putting together this shit?” He screamed in my direction. “Harry I’ve been doing it for years, I love this job. I don’t get all pissed off when there are thousands of girls screaming at me because I’m with you, or the fact that they’re hanging all over you, or even. The fact that you’re basically gone all the time. At least I come home every night.” I screamed back at him. Both our eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, Harry I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” I watched as a tear slid down his cheek. “Fine have fun at your job. Hopefully you’ll be able to make ends meat.” He spat in my direction. “Actually I make roughly 74k a year, so yeah I’ll make ends meat.” I glared at him. He walked back into the bedroom and locked the door. I was so angry that I called Claire and asked her I could stay at her house for a few days until things began to cool down here. After explaining to her what had happened, she finally agreed. I packed some of my things and walked out to her car. Once we were at we house I didn’t even bother unpacking my things, I just went straight to her guest room and fell asleep with tears staining my cheeks. “Hey Lily, it’s time to get up. We have to go search that crime scene today remember?”Claire said, softly shoving my arm. I groaned but got up and began getting dressed. Once I had my clothes on, I did my makeup and hair before shoving my CSI jacket on. I always loved wearing it, but I had to keep it at Claire’s because I thought Harry would find it. We walked out to Claire’s car. As she turned it on and began driving to work, we didn’t say anything about last night, in fact we didn’t speak at all. It was a quiet trip to the crime scene. Once we reached it, I saw Harry and the boys standing on the outskirts arguing with Rogers. “Come on, we need to get in there.” Harry screamed at Rogers. “I don’t care. Only crime scene investigators allowed.” Rogers calmly replied. Rogers always kind of creeped me out, no matter how loud or violent you were with him, he was always calm towards you. I rolled my eyes but walked up to them. “Harry what are you doing here?” I asked crossing my arms and put all my weight on one leg. “Lily, I just wanted to apologize about last night.” “Harry, I tried to apologize, I tried to defuse the situation, but no. You had to be an asshole and keep it going.” “I know, I know, and I’m sorry.” He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. “I was stupid. When I started yelling I thought you were I danger, you know, like the ones that go after the bad guys. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. But when you left, I did a little research and found out what exactly you do. When I read what you did I felt relieved that you weren’t in danger but I also felt hurt because I had been an asshole and I thought I lost you.” I could feel the tears roll down my cheek. “Please Lily, don’t let me loose you over something stupid that I did.” Now he had tears falling from his eyes. I looked at him then at the boys and Claire, as I rounded over to Rogers I could see he tears welling up in his eyes before he wiped them away and regained his strong posture. Laughing, I looked back over at Harry. “Do you promise to let me do my job? No arguments, no screaming, and do you promise to trust me when I tell you that I’m not in any danger?” I asked looking deeply into his beautiful green eyes. He shook his head violently. “Then no, you won’t loose me.” He gripped my cheeks before quickly pulling me in for a roughy yet passionate kiss. “Now, I have to get to work.” I smiled slowly letting do of his hand. “I’ll see you at home?” He asked. “Of course.” I smiled kissing him on the cheek before walking into the building.

[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.

[cassiepageparmeter]

One Direction Preference: Movie Night

Liam:  "What movie do you wanna watch love?" Liam said. You were sitting thinking of what genre you wanted and said "Something funny." Liam walked over to the movie shelf and picked out Friends with Benefits. Liam put it into the dvd player and walked over towards you. "Make room for me." Liam said smiling. You moved over to make room and as soon as he sat down you layed down in between his legs and layed down with your head back on his chest. Liam placed a kiss on the top of your head. Half way through the movie you got tired and feel asleep. Liam looked down at you with a smile on his face and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom in your shared flat. Liam placed you on the bed and you started yo wake up. Looking down at you Liam said "Get some sleep, Good Night Y/N!" and you responded with a half smile on your face " Good Night Liam"

Niall: "Do you want anything to eat or drink babe" Niall yelled into you from the kitchen. "No thanks babe" "Okayy" Niall responded. Niall walks in and kisses you on the cheek. "What movie did you pick" Niall asked. "Dirty Dancing" you answered. Niall shook his head smiling saying "Yet again" The movie started and you were quoting almost everyone of your favorite parts and Niall was shaking his head and giggling. When the movie was almost over at one of your other favorite parts you decided not to quote it because you didnt want to annoy Niall or to have him laugh at you. While you were watching your favorite part approaching you hear Niall say "Nobody puts Baby in the corner" at the same time as Patrick Swayze said it. You looked you at Niall and smiled and he looked down at you and kissed you.

Zayn: "50 First Dates ughh I dont like this movie, but I guess I will watch it just for you." Zayn said sitting down. "Thanks" you answered smiling. "Y/N do you want anything to drink I am gonna get water?" Zayn asked "Yeah I will have the same thanks" Zayn walked into the kitchen to grab the water. As he was coming back in he looked at the movie on tv and rolled his eye sighing and hands you the water. "Thanks" so say. Zayn sits there bored and says "This is so dumb, like really he takes her on a date over and over again but she dont remember shit so like what is the point dude like really give it up already." "Wow well obviously he loves her so of course be will do what ever it takes to try to get her to remember him" you say. "Well he will find someone else that he can love like for example after me and Perrie didnt work out I didnt think I was gonna find anybody else and now look I found you and I feel in love with you" Zayn said smiling You look at him smiling and said " Awe how cute I love you too"

Louis: "So Whitout a Paddle it is then" Louis said putting it in the dvd player.  Louis sits next to you putting his arm around you "I love this movie, dont you just love this movie Y/N?" Louis said "Yeah" you answer. "Oh shoot I forgot the popcorn" Louis says getting up to get it. "Mmm smells good" Louis says walking back in "Yeah it does" you respond. Louis sits down feeding you a piece of popcorn and then kissing you. Louis laughs the whole time during the movie. Louis was laughing and quoting the whole time. When the movie was over you and Louis headed to bed when you were laying in bed waiting for Louis to get done brushing his teeth you heard him laughing in the bathroom so you get up and walk towards the bathroom door. When you get to the door you hear Louis quoting the movie you guys just finished watching. You can hear him saying "Dynamit" over and over again and laughing. Louis opened the door and you were standing in front of him shaking your head laughing and he kissed your cheek and got in bed smiling and then you walked over to the bed kissed him then got in  and feel asleep.

Harry: " Hey Y/N are you ready yet?'' Harry yelled to you upstairs "Yes Babe" you answered walking down the stairs. You and Harry walked out and headed to Louis flat. When you get there Louis has a bunch of snacks and drinks out on his coffee table. Louis sits on his chair and you and Harry cuddle up on the couch. Louis starts the movie Marley and Me. "I love this movie but it is so sad" you say and Louis agrees with you. "I never seen it before but it cant be that sad you two are just babies" Harry replies to you both. "Whatever" you and Louis tell Harry at the same time. The movie is coming close to being done and you cuddle up with Harry because you know that the part where Marley dies is coming soon.  As soon as the party comes on where Marley dies you here sniffling and you look up at Harry  to see that a tear fell down his face. When Harry noticed you were looking at him he wiped the tear off of his cheek as if didnt happen. You take out your phone and text Louis who is on the other side of the room as you. "Hey look at Harry he was just crying a second ago" - Y/N " Haha and he said we were the babies" -Louis.  "Uhm I can see your phone Y/N and I read it all and I wasnt crying!'' Harry said a little annoyed You and Louis look at each other and smile. When the movie was over you and Harry get up and get ready to leave. "Thanks for having us over mate in was fun." Harry says "No problem mate come over whenever you want" Louis replies. you walk over hugging Louis "Thanks Lou" you say "Anytime love, Good night guys" Louis says ''Good Night Lou" you and Harry respond and leave. When you get home you look at Harry and say " You were totally crying you little liar" "Yeah so what I gotta keep cool so he wont tell the boys that I am a softy" Harry says "Well I am going to bed babe love you" you say "Love you too babe I will be up soon" Harry replies giving you a kiss.

xx Hope you like them it is my first time I wrote anything like this. Message me if you want me to write and preferences or imagines for you. xx

[moonchildsavior]

1D Preferences & Imagines

Someone send me links with preferences, imagines & fanfictions pleaseeee (1D)

[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.   

[niallsfuckingsnowflake]

Imagine: I took the locket out of my pocket. The chain wrapped around my fingers, as he heart dangled in midair. Why did I still love him, when I knew he was dangerous, when I knew he wasn’t the right guy for me? Taking a step forward, I stepped up onto the railing of the stern of the boat. As I watched the waves roll over the bottom of the boat, I thought of all the times he and I spent together. The times he held my hand, the times he placed soft kissed on my face. I could feel the silent tears slowly roll down my cheeks, as I wiped them away I chucked the locket into the ocean. I didn’t want the memories of him anymore. I pushed away from the railing and stalked my way back to my bedroom. Packing my stuff, I was so ready to leave when this boat docked. As I threw my last piece of clothing in my suitcase, I heard a soft knock on the door. Looking out the peep hole, I saw Harry pacing back and forth, his hand pushing through his wild curls. I felt my heart flutter, but I shook my head and softly padded myself away from the door. “(Y/N), please. I just need to talk to you.” “Go away.” I croaked, my voice cracking. More tears falling from my eyes. “I just need….” “Go away Harry!” I shouted, letting my body fall to the ground in a heap of pain and tears. I heard him softly sigh, “OK…” I heard him set something down on the ground before he walked away. When I believed he was gone, I opened the door and looked on the floor. There was a small velvet box laying there. I picked it up, and opened it, only to see the most beautiful ring I had ever seen inside. My breath got caught in my throat. I looked up to see nothing but empty hallway. I grabbed my keys, and shut my door as I slowly and softly began making my way in the direction Harry had walked off in. I heard sniffling, so I followed the sounds. When I got back to the back of the boat, I saw Harry walking back and forth, tears falling from his eyes. “Harry…” I whispered, causing him to look up. “(Y/N)” He took a step forward before stopping. “I’m sorry.” He looked down at my hands to see the box. “You saw it.” I nodded my head softly, “I am so sorry I hurt you, I never wanted it to end up like this.” He walked back to the railing, looking over the water. “Harry, you never even talked to me about it, you just up and walked away.” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “But I cheated on you, and I knew you wouldn’t want to be with me after that.” I looked up into his beautiful green eyes. “She meant nothing (Y/N). You are my everything, you always have been and you always will be.” He cupped my hands in his, “This ring,” He began, opening the box and looking at it. “I planned on proposing to you last night, but….” He slowly shut the box and turned around. I knew I still loved him, I knew that I wanted to be with him, even with all his flaws and imperfections. I sucked in a deep breath, before opening the box back up, and slipped the ring on my finger. “Harry…” I said, turning him around. When he looked into my eyes, I held up my hand to show it to him. When his eyes hit the ring, they widened. “(Y/N), really?” He asked, shock filling his voice. I nodded my head, “But you cant do this again.” I said, remembering the night I walked in on him and that girl. He smiled brightly before wrapping his arms around my waist and twirling me around in the air. “Never again. I am going to treat you like a princess, and no girl will ever come between us again!” He leaned in and kissed me softly, before leading me back to my room where we laid on the bed. Looking up at the ceiling, I felt Harry begin to play with my hair. I smiled as I cuddled my head in the crook of his neck as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[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.

[stephaniem23]

1D Ship for Nicole i ship you with niall!! :) 1 kid named diana horan celebirty friend: ed sheeran imagine: you met niall at the park when you went with a couple of your friends he was there and since you are a huge fan you recognized who it was so from then you dated :) uhh i know it sucks ohh well hope u liked :) if you want one inbox me

[passionate-noona]

22. You and Harry watch American football, but cheer for different teams.

Harry: Sunday nights had always been a day filled with cheering and friends and laughter. You’d grown up over in the US so obviously American Football had been huge in you family. You dad and brothers cheering and yelling at the TV while you and your mother snickered and watched from the sidelines. You mother had always preferred staying out of the arguments that pursued on these days and kept the boys fed instead, while you liked to jump in and learn. Over the years it had just been something that you family bonded over. So when you first started dating Harry and you found out that he was a fan of the sport you’d been quite excited, despite the fact that he wasn’t cheering for the same team as you. Every Sunday you’d get a few friends over and you’d all bring something to eat and just sit and enjoy yourselves, but this week…well this week was different. It was just you and Harry, opposite ends of the couch, and a tense atmosphere around you. “I cant’ believe you’re cheering for them! Aaron Rodgers can barely even throw this year,” you yelled, watching as the teams got into starting position for the seconds quarter. All through the first you and Harry had been yelling at the TV, your favorite teams playing each other. “Oh please, cause Brady is any better,” you scoffed back, insulting the quarterback from the New England Patriots. “The dude needs to retire soon,” he said, crossing his arms. This only flared your competitiveness though. “Take that back!” you yelled, sliding over next to him and pointing at him. “No!” you yelled, back, smirking at your reddened cheeks. “Fine…I have a proposition,” you say, capturing his full attention. “And that would be?” “If my team wins, you have to do whatever I want. And if your team wins, I’ll do whatever you want.”  You say with a smirk on your face, Harry caught on immediately and happily reached his hand out shaking yours. “You’re on,” and from that point on, the game intensified by ten. 

[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!!

[depressed-overlyobsessed]

Asdfghjkl i am boreeeedd out of. My minmd if you do not talk to Me if not i am going annoy you

[ripthisisusgirls]

Eating breakfast and on Twitter, when you look up and see Harry looking at you with a big grin on his face beacause you were so concentrated on your phone

[niallsfuckingsnowflake]

I Understand (Imagine for Sheena)

Liam and I had just moved in together, and so far it was perfect. As I grabbed a box full of what looked like pictures, I walked in and asked Liam where he wanted these. When he looked over at the box, he quickly jumped off the couch, ran over and grabbed the box. "Don't touch this box." He nearly yelled. I looked at him confused and shocked. "What the hell Liam?" I asked, crossing my arms and shifting my weight to one side. "Don't touch this box. I don't want it ruined." "So you think me gently picking it up and slowly walking into the living room ruining it?" I sarcastically asking. "Yes." He shouted looking at me, anger in his eyes. "Fine, have fun sleeping on the couch." I shouted grabbing one of my boxes and walking upstairs to the room. I locked it behind me so he couldn't get in after I shut it. Setting the box down on the bed, I felt a soft tear fall from my eyes. "Asshole." I whispered, as I laid down on the bed. After what felt like five minutes, I woke up to Liam knocking on the bedroom door. I looked over at the clock and realized I had fallen asleep for almost six hours, I slowly stood up, fixed my hair, and walked over to the door. "What do you want?" I asked leaning against the door. "I wanted to apologize." He said, his voice sounded sad. I didn't care if he was sad, he had been way to protective over that box even before we moved into this house. Wouldn't let me, or the boys, or even his friends touch the box. "Well tell it to someone who cares." I said, yet another tear fall from my eye and softly hitting the ground. "It's pictures of my grandma." He said as I started walking back to the bed. I stopped in mid stride. But his grandmother was.....dead. I turned on my heel, slowly opened the door, only to notice he had been crying, and his eyes and face were all red and puffy. "Liam, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bed. "I don't know." He sighed, looking down. "No one except my parents know about the box. I just... I wanted to keep something of her and I didn't want anyone to hurt it. And I guess i was to protective of it." He looked up and watched a tear stroll down his cheek. "Liam I understand what you mean." I said, pulling a locket out from under my shirt. "This is my grandmothers too." I opened it to reveal a picture of me and her whenever I was just a little girl. "She died when I was only eight, I know what you're going through hun. And I don't blame you, I would have chewed our head off if you tried to touch this." He slightly smiled, "So I guess were both a little over protective huh?" He asked smiling. I laughed, "Yeah I guess we are." "Do you forgive me?" He asked, looking from his hands to my eyes. I softly nodded my head, "Yes, yes I do." I smiled hugging him tightly. He stood up, and picked me up bridal style. "Liam what are you doing?" I asked, laughing as he walked to my side of the bed. He didn't answer, he just laid me down on my side of the bed, and covered me up before making his way to the other side of the bed. When he laid down and covered up, he snuggled close to me, "I love you Sheena." He smiled before softly kissing me on the forehead and we both fell into a deep sleep.