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 :)


86. You fight and he forces you to stay passionately


  Harry: "Dammit, Harry!" You yelled, throwing a magazine with a picture of him and some random blonde girl kissing in a store. He froze when looked at the picture, his face gone pale. "[Y/N]... I can explain." He said quietly, standing up and walking over to you. "Save it! I don't want to hear another excuse! This is the fourth time! I'm done!" You exclaimed, tromping up to the room you two shared and starting to pack your clothes. He caught your arms in mid throw of a pair of jeans and pulled you into him. "Please.. I'm sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen. Just, please don't go. I love you so much, without you I'm nothing. Those girls are just fans, they asked." He said, slowly letting go of you. "Then why'd you do it?" You said, clearly hurt and it seemed to pierce his heart. "I don't know... I'm sorry..." He whispered, putting his head down. "I love you.. and only you." He added and that just made you weak at the knees. You hugged him close, whispering in his ear. "I'm sorry... I love you too." Niall: You watched the news, hugging your knees to your chest. You checked the time. "2:30.." You huffed to yourself. You waited all night for Niall it seemed, falling asleep on the couch but quickly waking up to the front door slam. You sat up, your eyes fixed on a drunken Niall. "I thought you were going out to dinner with the guys." You told him, swinging the blanket off of your legs. You got up and shuffled over to him for a hug but he pushed you away, causing you to stumble back against the wall. "Shut up and go upstairs." He ordered. You stared at him in awe, this wasn't the first time, but it was the worst so far and you didn't want to stick around to see if it could get any worse. You did as he commanded, heading upstairs, but instead you started to pack a bag to stay at your moms. You heard him trip upstairs and looked over when he came into the bedroom. "What are you doing?" He slurred, walking over to you and tossing your bag on the ground. You glared at him and crossed your arms. "Leaving." You said seriously, making him snap out of his drunken state. "No you aren't. You're staying with me." You frowned and stepped back but he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Please?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your shoulder afterwards which always won you over. You nodded, smiling and hugging him tight. Zayn: You watched Zayn admire himself and ignore you once again. This has been happening for at least a month now and you have no idea why he's doing this. You got up and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and collecting your toiletries. You didn't expect for him to follow so you jumped when you felt a pair of arms pick you up and bring you back out to the room. "I don't think you're going anywhere." Zayn said into your ear, sitting you on the bed. "I'm surprised you tore yourself away from the mirror." You grumbled, crossing your arms and looking away from him. He put his hands on your cheeks and turned your head back to look at him. "I'm sorry I haven't paid much attention to you, well I actually have.. mentally." He said, looking down. "Just don't leave me.. please." He begged, looking back up at you. You sighed, falling for his chocolate eyes and kissing him. Liam: With his eyes glued to the t.v. you got up, walking to the room and started packing. Recently you heard rumors of Liam seeing another girl which didn't make you happy at all, plus the fact that he's always somewhere else but home. You brought your packed suitcase downstairs and he asked where you were going. "Out." You said simply, repeating the word he's been saying for the past month when you asked the same question. He got up, following you outside and pulling your car keys away from your hand. "No you aren't." He said sternly, taking your hand and pulling you back inside. You pulled your hand away from him and walked back out. "I can walk then!" You yelled as you headed down the driveway. Once again, he grabbed you, this time around the waist, and brought you back inside. "I said NO!" He shouted once you two were back in the house. You were scared to see him like this so you backed away. "I love you! And if this is about that bitch on the magazines, it's not true!" He said, cussing for the first time without the help of sex. You stood there in awe, staring at him until he pulled you into the loving embrace and stroked your air, making you melt into him. Louis: You woke up early one morning and looked at Louis sleeping beside you. You've heard some things about him lately that he should of told you and you weren't very happy about it. You stood up and quietly started to pack your suitcase. When Louis tossed awake, you huffed profanities under your breath and closed your suitcase. "Babe? Where are you heading?" He asked, kicking your suitcase off the bed and holding his arms out for you to crawl into. Normally, you couldn't resist, but this time was different. You pouted and crossed your arms. "My moms because at least she's honest with me." You told him and picked up your suitcase. "No, you're staying here. With me. In my arms. Occupying my heart." He said as you headed to the door. You froze and set your suitcase down. "Did you actually screw around with two other girls?" You asked quietly and turned to look at him. He shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. "Of course not! Why would I do that when I have you to love. Now come here before I come get you myself." He explained, holding his arms out at the end with a cheeky smile. You smiled small and crawled into his arms. "I love you, Lou." You said quietly and he kissed your head. "Right back at you." He replied.
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