One direction - Preference

Jeg er helt tosset med de her "preferences" som jeg finder på nettet. Jeg har ingen rettigheder eller what-so-ever til dem her.

Jeg skriver også nogle danske imagines (som jeg selv finder på), så hvis i keder jer, skulle i også til at tage et smut forbi dem.

Håber i vil nyde dem :D

OBS de er alle sammen på engelsk :)

34Likes
7Kommentarer
33619Visninger
AA

12. Backstage before a concert…

 

 

Liam: While he’s getting his hair done for the show, you are sat reading a magazine and talking to him. ‘Why are you so nervous babe?’ you ask. ‘What, i’m not nervous. Why would you think that? nervous? me?*laughs* no no.’ He insists. ‘You’re not doing a good job of hiding it.’ you laugh. ‘Obviously i’m going to be nervous, there’s thousands of people out there, what if i mess up?’ He turns to you worriedly. ‘You won’t mess up love, and if you do it will only be a little slip up, I know you. You’ll be fine and i’ll be right by your side ok?’ you reassure. ‘I love you.’ He says as he smiles, now at ease. ‘I love you too.’

Niall: ‘Niall, don’t eat too much.’ You say. ‘Niall! you’ll feel sick on stage..’ you say while Niall stuffs his mouth with all the food he can find. ‘I’m nervous. I’m eating to distract me, (y/n).’ He says but you can’t help but laugh. ‘Babe, you’ll be fine. It’s normal to feel nervous. you’ve done it so many times before, you know deep down it will go completely fine.’ You say. He gets up and walks over to you and kisses your nose. ‘Thanks. This is why i love you.’ He says and you giggle. 

Louis: You and Louis are just sat on the sofa with your laptops, scrolling through your twitter feeds. You close your laptop, because it’s time Louis start’s to get ready. You turn to him and see him smiling, he looked much less nervous than an hour or two ago! ‘The fans are so sweet. It’s great how many of them support and believe in us!’ he says, truly grateful. ‘I know babe, I told you you’d be fine and me and your fans know that. I support and believe in you too babe.’ You say with a smile. He leans in for a kiss and as you finish, Liam comes in. ‘Louis, come on, you’ve got to get dressed!’ He says. ‘Coming. Sorry daddy.’ he say’s in a childish voice as you giggle and Liam can’t help but crack a smile.

Harry: Harry is getting his equipment fitted and your talking to him, backstage. ‘10 Minutes till your on stage boys.’ ‘What? 10 minutes? is that it? oh my god (y/n). What if I trip up again? or forget the words? what if I mess up my solo again?’ He says worriedly. ‘What do you mean again? You’ve never messed up your solo okay? They’ve always been perfect. Ask your fans, they’ll agree with me.’ You say. You hate it when he say’s he messed up his solo, because he never has, he just thinks he has. ‘But I got so much hate for it.’ He mumbles. ‘Haters are jealous. They’re pathetic people sat behind a computer screen who think it makes them superior, because they make you feel upset. If they’ve got something they want to say, tell them to say it to my face babe. Then we’ll see how much hate you get.’ You say and he hears the anger in your voice. ‘Your hot when you’re angry.’ He winks. ‘There’s the Harry I fell in love with.’ You say as you share a kiss, minutes before he is due on stage.

Zayn: He’s already brushed his teeth, twice, now you, Zayn, Harry and Liam are waiting backstage for Paul to come and get the boys. The boy’s have done lots of concerts but that doesn’t stop last minute nerves. ‘What if I forget the words?’ ‘What if my mic stops working? then what?’ ‘What if I fall on stage?’ He keeps asking you these questions. ‘When have you ever forgotten the words? If you mic stops working, they’ll bring you another one. You won’t fall on stage, that’s Harry’s job.’ Harry frowns as you wink at him and then lets out a small laugh. ‘Babe, you’ll be fine okay? I’ll be right here, and you’ve got the boys on stage. There’s nothing to worry about.’ you say with a smile. ‘Time to go boys!’ Paul opens the door and says. ‘Don’t worry Ok?’ You say as you plant a soft kiss on his lips and you can see the worry fade away from his eyes.

 
Vær en del af Movellas nuFind ud a, hvad det er alle snakker om. Tilmeld dig nu og del din kreativitet og det, du brænder for
Loading ...