1D Preference #4: When your scared.
Louis: You where at your house, and the power had just gone out. Being you, you didn’t even flinch when the lights went out. You lived with Louis freakin’ Tomlinson, and he always tried to scare you. You got up from the couch, searching for the power box so you could fix the lights. You walked downstairs, used to the creaks from the old house. You found the cable box, and being as awesome as you where, you turned the lights back on. You turned from the fuse box to the stairs and… “BOO!” someone said, making you jump, then scream at the top of your lungs. Once you realized it was Louis, you ran pasted him up the stairs, pissed beyond belief at not only him, but yourself. “Love!” Louis picked you up from behind and threw you over his shoulder, laying you down on the couch. “Are you pissed at me?” You shook your head, looking at his clueless face. He lied down on top of you, “I’m sorry for scaring you…do you still love me?”
Niall: “AHHH!” You jumped again in your seat, screaming as the walker came out of no where and tried to kill Rick. Ok, so maybe catching up on the Walking Dead late at night when Niall wasn’t home, wasn’t a good idea. You huddled underneath a blanket, shaking as you heart a gun shot. You peaked out of your wall that you built with your blanket at the TV, holding your breath as you heard footsteps, but they weren’t coming from the TV. You could tell you were sweating, breathing heavily as the footsteps got louder. You screamed as you saw blond hair sneak into your view. “Y/N!” You heard a familiar Irish voice say as arms wrapped around you. You cried as you curled into Niall’s chest, happy that he had come back from a late night at the studio. “I need to stop watching the Walking Dead without you here to protect me.”
Liam: You walked down the alley, trying to remember which way Liam had told you he had parked the car. You hit a dead end and sighed, turning around to walk back to the club and question Liam, but where stopped by dog calls coming from a group of three men. You kept walking. You had learned to ignore them. Suddenly, a block away from the club, one of the men grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. Your heart raced and tried to remember the boxing techniques Liam had taught you. “Where are you goin’ pretty woman?” He slurred, you pulled away, starting to run but hitting the sidewalk. They all laughed and you knew they were going to do things so horrible to you…that you’ll never see Liam again… Thats when you start to scream. Scream as loud as you possibly can. You scream Liam’s name and soon enough you hear a familiar voice screaming at the men trying to pull you back into the ally way. “Get the Hell away from her!” He screamed. The two guys that where with the one man that had been the main assaulter, took off, the other man still sticking around. “And why should I?” He slurred in your ear, rubbing a hand up your dress, making you gasp. Liam answered his question with a punch, and the man quickly fell to the ground. You ran into his arms, attacking him with thankful kisses. “Come on, lets go.” Liam whispered, pulling you over to where the car was. “Liam?” You whispered in the car. “Yeah sweetie?” “Thank you, I love you.”
Harry: You stormed out of the house, rubbing your arms as the wind nipped at your bare arms. You were scared; what if this was the last time you saw Harry? What if he was gone when you got back home? What if he wanted to end it? It made you sick to think about Harry leaving. He was your world. You walked around your neighborhood, taking a seat on the sidewalk, crying on the inside. You looked at the passing cars, one catching your eye. It pulled over to where you were sitting, parking. “Love!” Harry screamed, fumbling to get out of the car. “Never, ever, ever, leave me again.” He kissed you roughly, his face wet with tears. “Oh Harry.” You whispered, crying now too. “Come home, never leave again.” He whispered. You got in his car and he drove you back to your place. He picked you up as soon as he you got out of the car and carried you to the bedroom, kissing your neck. “Harry-” you whispered. “Yes love?” “I can’t ever leave you again, I love you too much.” “I won’t ever let you leave again, I love you to much.”
Zayn: Zayn woke up, amazingly, as you twisted and turned in your sleep, the nightmare so frightening, it was making you cry. Zayn couldn’t take it any longer and woke you up. You gasped for air and clutched onto Zayn, sobbing into his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered in your ear as he held you as close as possible. “It was really stupid Zayn.” “Tell me.” You sighed. You were scared that if you told him your dream, it would come true one day. “You left me.” You whispered. Zayn didn’t laugh, he just stared at you in disbelief. “I would never leave you though. Your as good as it gets. You make me too happy.” You smiled and he kissed the tip of your nose. “Any way baby, if I ever do leave you, it’ll be in a coffin.”
