Preference Book

Hey guys, leave your requests for a preference. I want this book to be a lot more mature than my last one, so I will do dirty ones.

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7. #3 You make up (Part 2)

A/N: Just want to give a little heads up, the Liam one is pretty intense. I got the inspiration from this movie I was watching while I wrote it, so just keep that in mind.

 

Liam

You walk out of his apartment with no doubt in your mind that you weren't coming back. But as you were waiting for the elevator different thoughts started to pop into your head. Maybe I’m being a little too dramatic? It is his birthday, why should I care what he does. The elevator opens to reveal four obvious frat boys, and their eyes were instantly glued on your half naked body. They eyed you up and down and instantly made you insecure. Your arms crossed your chest as you shyly walked into the elevator with your head to the ground.

 

“What is such a hot girl doing walking around in her underwear?” One of the boys said as he reached out to touch your ass. You quickly swatted his hand away, only to have your wrist grasped by another boy. They were all much larger than you, and you were starting to regret ever stepping into the elevator.

 

“Are you a hooker?” One boy with dark spiked hair said.

 

“She’s got to be a hooker, who else would be caught dead like this in public.” The first boy said. The boy who was holding your wrist pulled you close to him, and wrapped his arm around you. You tried to pull away, flailing your body around like a psycho, but his grip only got tighter. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

 

“Let me go, I’m not a hooker, and you can’t touch me.” You yanked your arm away from his, and dropped to the floor to get loose of his drunken hold on you. The sliding doors flew open right on time, and you scrambled to your feet, but two of the boys grabbed you this time, one holding your arms to the ground, and the other throttling your waist. You wiggled around hopelessly to get loose, but it was no use. The boys all started to reach out to touch you, first they ran they fingers through your hair, then they rubbed your stomach, then the boy sitting on you, the one with the dark hair leaned down and kissed you ruthlessly. You squinted your eyes shut knowing there was nothing you could do, and all at once he flew off of you.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” You heard a familiar voice, and instantly opened your eyes to see Liam standing over you with clenched fists. The dark haired boy was lying on the ground a few feet away, and the other boys were quickly backing off. You got to your feet, and ran behind Liam reaching out and taking his hand in yours.

 

“She isn’t even worth it.” The blonde boy said, and made his way out the door. Liam turned around and examined your body for any marks before pulling you into a tight hug.

 

“I’m so sorry, come on let’s go get you some clothes.” He said as he lifted you up in his arms bridal style.

 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, it’s your birthday.” You tried to apologize as tears ran down your face.

 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m only focused on you know. We can go upstairs, and call the police, and get those guys arrested.” He started to ramble on about how pissed he was, and how glade he is that he got there in time, but you are just glade that everything is better. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, lean up and kiss him passionately and longingly.

 

“I love you.” You smile, and he looks down at you.

 

“I love you too, now promise me, you will never run out anywhere dressed like that, you scared me to death.” He said, and you just kissed him again.


 

Harry

 

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him, and to be honest life has been a lot stressful since you two broke, but you actually are starting to miss the stress of being with him. You miss trying to make your relationship work, you miss fighting with him, even if it hurt you, but you know that this is good, or at least that’s what your friends keep telling you. You have been staying at your best friend’s house since you left, and you’re not even sure Harry know where you are, so you weren’t expatiating what happened next at all.

 

The doorbell rand, and for some reason your friend told you to go answer it, which is strange because normally she just gets up and runs to the door, not even giving you a chance to get it. But, you shrugged it off and answered to door, only to find Harry on the other side. Part of you wanted to immediately slam the door shut, but the crazy part of your just smiled. “It’s nice to see you. I missed you.” You said shyly. He smiled after you spoke. The smile that was the reason you went out with him in the first place.

 

“I was expecting you to slam the door in my face.” You just laughed, and looked down. That’s when you noticed that he was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when you left, and you looked back up at him concerned, and you realized he had been crying. His eyes were puffy, and red, and his hair was a total mess. Guilt flooding your features as you watched his smile fade to a depressed, desperate, shy look that you couldn’t resist. You pulled him into your arms longingly. You buried your head into his chest as he rested his in the crock of your neck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” He said, his voice trembling as he attempted to hold back tears.

 

“Don’t be, I know what you meant.” You said as you easily let the tears flow from your eyes. “Can I come home?” You asked him quietly, and hopefully, and he just nodded softly.

 

“I love you so much, and as much as we may fight, it just means we care, please don’t give up on us (y/n).”  You looked up at him with a wide smile.

 

“I like fighting with you.” He instantly mimics your smile, and kisses you passionately.


 

Zayn

You drove your car as tears poured down your face, and all you could think of was what he last said to you. “It seems to be the only choice now.” But, it’s not the only choice. You immediately spun the car around, just barely avoiding a crash as you sped back towards your apartment. You wiped your tears, and drove, determined to fix this mess. You stormed up to the apartment and walked right in to find Zayn standing by the window.

 

“Look, Zayn, I don’t care what you say; I am not leaving no matter how badly you want me too. I am going to quite my job, and we are going to make this work, no matter how long it takes, okay.” You rambled determined. He turned around with a smile, and you know he was happy. You ran to him, and jumped into his arms kissing him more passionately than ever before.

 

“I knew you would come back.” He whispered with a smile against you lips.

 

“How’d you know that?” You asked him curiously.“Because I would’ve done the same thing.” You smiled and kissed him again.


 

 

 

Niall

 

You got in the car with your friend, and right as she was pulling out Niall ran in front of it out of nowhere. The brakes jolted, and you nearly slammed your head against the dashboard making you even madder at him than you were before. You opened the door and marched up to him in a foggy rage, but your anger went away when you got closer to him, and saw the tears streaming down his cheeks.

 

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), please forgive me. I have never hit you before, and I never will ever. It was an accident, I was just so mad at Harry, please, please forgive me.” He begged. You just stood there starring at him without a word. He stepped closer to you, desperately trying to get your attention. “Please (Y/N) I love you, I can’t live without you.” He cried as he reached out to take your hand. You looked down as your fingers tangled together perfectly just as they always have, and you looked at him with a straight face.

 

“You don’t have to beg.” You said to him. “You don’t even have to ask. I love you Niall.” A smile formed on both of your faces, and he pulled you in tightly to his chest. His arms wrapped around you like you would crumble to the ground if he let go, and you never wanted him to let go.


 

Louis

 

You sat on the bed alone in the dark a moment after Louis just walked out, but honestly, you don’t even know why you didn’t leave with him. If your parents don’t like your boyfriend who cares. You’ve never really cared about your parents opinion anyway. You jumped up from the bed, and ran down stairs, opening the front door right as Louis was climbing into his car.

 

“WAIT!!” You yelled as you ran up to him.

 

“What are you doing?” You asked cautiously looking up at your parents window as they looked down at you.

 

“I’m coming with you.” You say happily as you climb into the passenger seat.

 

“What about your sister? The wedding is tomorrow.” He said with a worried look.

 

“I never really liked her anyway.” You said seriously causing him to smile.

 

“Well, you do realize that your parents are just going to hate me more, right?” You nod your head.

 

“I don’t care what they think of you, you aren’t going out with them.” He laughed.

 

“And you aren’t dating my fans, and I don’t care what they think. Okay, are we good now?” You both laughed as you pulled out of the driveway. Your feet on the dashboard, and the music blasting, you felt like two rebellious teenagers, and it felt great.  


 

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