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 :)


184. Late night phone conversation.


  Harry: You hear Harry sniff softly over the phone as you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "Damn you, Harry," you say as you force out a laugh. "Why you always gotta go and cry on me?" Harry laughs, too, but you can tell it's just as forced as yours. "I'm sorry, babe," comes his low, comforting voice, but all it does is make your eyes water more. "I just miss you a lot tonight. Eleanor got here, and it kinda sucked seeing their stupid romance movie worthy reunion." He sniffs again, but you can tell he's doing all he can to hold it back. Harry's more emotional than most people are aware, but you are, too, so luckily, neither of you ever get frustrated with each other. You understand what it's like. "I'm sorry, baby," you tell him as you bite your lip, running a hand over your face. "That'll be us soon though, so don't worry," you say, and you hear him let out a long, slow breath in an attempt to calm himself down. When he speaks again, his voice is so intense, your heart begins to beat faster. "Fuck, you won't know what hit you when you see me, (y/n). If the paparazzi thought their stupid little running and hugging and kissing scene was cute, wait until they see how much I attack you. You won't know what hit you." Liam: "This is tortuuuure." You were lying on a bed in a hotel in New York City, rolling back and forth in over-done agony, your phone pressed to your ear. "You are literally less than a hundred miles away from me and I'm alone in this stinking hotel room." Your boyfriends chuckle filled your ears, and you faked anger. "Don't laugh at me! Let me be an overly annoying clingy girlfriend for five minutes!" You whined. "Trust me, I feel the same way right now! I'm stuck on this stupid bus and Niall won't stop farting and Louis is singing Shania Twain karaoke. I'm having just a bad a night as you are!" There was a commotion from Liam's phone, and Louis' voice quickly filled your ears. "Babe, don't listen to him, I do a mean rendition of Shania Twain's 'Man, I Feel like a Woman." You burst out in laughter, sitting yourself up. "Well, Louis, I can't wait to hear it tomorrow," you told the boy. "Tommo, stop hitting on my girlfriend!" you heard Liam's voice again as he took the phone back. "Sorry bout that, he's a bit rowdy tonight. It was a pretty good gig, not gonna lie." You zoned out a bit as you listened to him talk excitedly about tonight's show. You loved the way his whole demeanor would change when he talked about performing. No matter what his mood was, the minute you asked about the show, he'd perk right up and go over ever detail with you. That was what really drew you to him. His love for being on stage and making others happy. "God, I can't wait for you to see tomorrows show, (y/n)," he said. It was suddenly quieter, and you assumed he had locked himself in a closed off area of the bus. "I've just... I've been working so hard and you're gonna be blown away, I guarantee it." Louis: "Shopping sucks without you," Louis said the minute you picked up your cell phone, and you couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriends frustrated tone. "Hazza here doesn't know anything." You heard Harry protesting in the background, but his voice was quickly muffled. "Shut up, Harry! Let me talk to my woman!" Soon, the line got a bit quieter, and you assumed Harry was gone. "Well, hello to you too, babe," you said with a smirk. "Hello there, darling," came Louis' half sarcastic voice. "Do you want to know how I spent my day?" You knew that you'd hear about it anyways, so you humored him. "Do tell," you replied as you readied yourself for a long and slightly over-exaggerated story. "Well, long story short, young Harry and I headed out for a day of shopping, and it was absolutely torture. How many fuckin' beanies does that boy need, I mean really." The story went on for about five minutes, you only getting the chance to interject with a few words of agreement. When he was done, a sad sigh came from his side of the phone. "But honestly, I really miss you, babe." It was your turn to let out a sad sigh and bite your lip. "I know, I know... I miss you too." Niall: "Baaaaabe," your boyfriends whiney nasally voice came through the line before you heard his cough a few times. "Niall," you scolded him ."Talking on the phone all night is not gonna help your throat feel better. You're gonna get yourself in trouble," you warned him, but you could tell he didn't care. "Well what in the world do they expect me to do when they basically chained me to the bed all night?!" You were both referring to management (a term you both also chose to never say aloud), and although you knew they'd be pissed if they knew how much time you'd been spending on the phone together, you also got where Niall was coming from. While the boys were all out having fun on their few days off in Spain, Niall was stuck in bed with a cold and a fever. It killed you that you were stuck miles away from your sick boyfriend, so you guessed that staying on the phone with him while he attempted to fall asleep was the best you could do. "How's that fever doing anyways?" you asked, decided to steer clear of the topic of management, which always ended up starting an argument. "It's going down," he told you, and you felt a sigh of relief make its way from your mouth. "I reckon I'll be good as new by tomorrow morning," ho told you, but not before a sneeze blasted through your cell phones speaker. "Aw, but my care package will be getting there tomorrow! You gotta stay sick, okay?! Chicken noodle soup and stupid comedies aren't nearly as fun when you're healthy!" you told him, a slight pout making its way onto your face. Niall chuckled, which turned your frown right back into a smile, much like it always does. "Aw, Princess, you didn't have to do that for me," he said. You just scoffed and shook your head. "Nonsense, you'd do the same for me, right?" you asked, although you already knew the answer. "Ah, just you wait until you get sick," Niall said in a sneaky tone. "You're gonna be so well taken care of, you'll wanna be ill for the rest of your life." Zayn: Zayn's low laugh fills your ears as you lay cuddled up in your bed. Even from across the country, Zayn sounded so close. The connection was extra strong today, and you thanked God for that. You'd missed him a lot today. "Damn, I just can't wait until next month, babe," he said, a slightly upset tone to his voice. "Today I just... I realized how much I miss you." You heard a soft blowing sound come from his side of the line, and you let out a sigh. "Zayn..." you began, and you heard him sigh too. You knew he knew what you were thinking. "I know, I know... I'm supposed to be quitting." He was referring to the cigarette he was currently smoking. "It's just... it's hard. Without you here. And I start to miss you, and I get all upset, and it calms me down." You don't say anything back, only the sound of your soft breathing and his occasional puffs filling the silence. "I'm cutting back though," he said suddenly, and you perk up a bit. "I mean, I've gone from over a pack a day to only three or four cigarettes max." You smile a bit as you switch your phone to the other ear. "I'm proud of you, baby," you tell him, and you can practically see him smile when he speaks again. "It's all for you, babe. All for you."
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