Preferences/Imagines w/ one direction.

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8. Bad boy (2/5)

8# Bad boy  (2/5)

Note: i like dark 1D, it's hot

Liam: “Let’s go, (Y/N). We’re going to be late!” Liam called, impatiently, from the bottom of the stairs. You quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror before running down to join your boyfriend. “Sorry,” you mumbled, slightly out of breath. Liam looked you over and smiled, his sign for approval. He grabbed your hand and together you walked the short distance from your flat to the bar down the street. The music was so loud, but this was Liam’s favorite place. He never left your side the whole night, having a protective hand over your bum. All throughout the night, he was whispering rather seductive things into your ear, making you blush. Liam was everything you were not. He was a high school drop-out, you were the valedictorian of your graduating class. He was head to toe covered in tattoos, you had not one on your body. He didn’t care what anyone thought about him. Your parents absolutely hated the fact that you were with Liam. He was a rebel. But with you, he was different. He was your protector. You were the only person who could make him “good.” You looked past all of his tattoos and bad boy ways. “I’m going to get us some more drinks,” he said, squeezing your bum before he left. You stood by yourself, keeping your eyes on Liam at the bar. “Excuse me, miss,” a man’s voice said. You turned around and were face to face with a older man, who had to be at least 30 years of age. “Can I help you?” you asked, taking the last sip of your drink. The man smirked, “What do ya say about coming home with me tonight?” You laughed, “You’re joking, right? Ha. You’re so much older than me.” “Feisty, I like it,” he said, pulling you into him. You pushed him away when a fist came flying past your face. The older man fell to the floor and you looked over to see an angry Liam. “Stay away from her, you old bastard,” he growled, kicking the man twice before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bar. You heard sirens coming closer, and Liam ran, pulling you with him. Once you were a few blocks down, he stopped. “Was he trying to hit on you?” he asked, clenching his jaw. You’ve never seen Liam this mad before. You looked at him with scared eyes and nodded. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered, turning back in the direction of the bar. “Liam,” you shouted, pulling his arm back. He turned and looked at your scared face and sighed, pulling you into his chest. “I’m never going to let anyone or anything hurt you, baby,” he muttered into your hair. He lifted up your chin and kissed you right there in the middle of sidewalk. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. He may be a bad boy, but he was a softie at heart and you loved him.

Harry: Harry’s been very secretive lately and it was starting to worry you. You woke up in the middle of the night to the phone ringing. Harry wasn’t in bed next to you, like he normally was. “H-Hello?” you answered, nervously. “Is this (Y/N)?” the voice on the other line asked. “Yes, it is. May I ask who’s calling?” you replied, worried about where Harry may be. “This is Deputy Miller. I have Harry here at the station under suspicion of attempted robbery,” the officer explained to you. Shit, Harry. What the hell is wrong with you? you thought. “Um, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” you said, hanging up the phone and getting dressed. “Stupid bastard,” you mumbled to yourself, walking into the police station. You paid Harry’s bail and the officer walked you over to Harry’s cell. “Okay Styles, you’re free to go. We’ll see you in court next week.” Harry nodded and grabbed you hand, which you yanked out of his reach. “What the fuck were you thinking, Harry?” you yelled at him, once you were in the parking lot. “I got dared and you know I never back down from a dare,” he replied, looking down at the ground. “You really need to get new friends because those boys are obviously not on your side. They tried to get you arrested for crying out loud! I really don’t understand what the hell goes through brain,” you argued, getting into the car. Harry was silent as he slid into the passenger seat. “You know this is going to be on your record forever. Not to mention if you get convicted, you’ll go to jail,” you said, softly. “I wasn’t thinking, (Y/N). I’m sorry,” he choked out. Was he crying? Harry never cries. He told you that crying was for pussies. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and the judge will just give you a warning,” you muttered, taking his large hand in yours. “I can’t leave you, (Y/N). I have to protect you,” he sighed. You smiled and squeezed his hand. “Just because you have tattoos, doesn’t mean you’re badass. Just behave from now on, please,” you begged, running you thumb over his lip ring. “I promise,” he said when you returned home. Harry jumped out of the car and carried you up to the bedroom. He may be scary looking, but he was a true gentleman who loved you unconditionally. And you loved him, too.

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