One Direction Preferences

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4. You Faint / Pass Out (Part Two)


“Baby?” he asks, pressing a cold washcloth to your forehead and cheeks, “Babe, can you hear me?”
Groaning, you manage to open your eyes enough to see the look on his face, the way his hair is messed up from him running his hands through it too many times; worried.
“Oh, thank God,” he sighs, pressing his lips to yours for a second, but all he can notice is the way your lips are dry, your face is too warm, and even though you’re conscious now he’s still worried about you.
“Listen, I’m going to go get you some water, but I want you to stay right here in bed, okay?” He asks, standing from where he sat beside you.
You roll your eyes. He’s treating you like an infant, you think.
“Promise me,” he says, seeing the not-so-subtle eye roll you give, “Promise me you won’t get up. I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?” he whispers, pushing back hair from your face, “I love you too much.”
You sigh, but seeing the look in his eyes – fearful, concerned – you can’t help but croak out a soft, “Okay, I promise, Harry.”



“L-Liam?” you ask, opening your eyes to be blinded by the flashes of cameras. You squint as you try to make out his face.
“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re okay,” he promises, his hand cradling your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, “I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.”
His fingertips caress your skin for a moment, as he looks at you so lovingly. He’s just glad you’re okay, really, and he couldn’t care in that moment for the questions the crowd were asking or the photos they were taking.


When you open your eyes, you’re quite a bit off the ground, which scares you at first. But then you note the familiar scent – the one that clings to Zayn – and the arms carrying you felt familiar, safe. You were in Zayn’s arms, you realise, before wrapping your own around his neck.
“You okay?” he asks, seeing the way you’re burrowing your face into his chest, and he’s worried. Because you just passed out, and now you’re whimpering a little in his arms, and he just wants you to be okay.
“Migraine.” You tell him, voice soft, quiet. And he understands; why you passed out, how everyone screaming and the bright flashes of cameras caused you to fall limp in his arms.
He nods, even though you can’t see it, and tries to mask a little of the worry in his voice, “Sleep. You’ll feel better afterwards. I promise.”


“Have you had anything to eat today?” Louis asks, and his voice is soft – gentle – because he knows that your head probably hurts a little and you don’t really want to talk too much at the moment. He’d brought you into the living room now, so that you would be more comfortable – the couch a lot softer than the tiles of the bathroom – and he could keep an eye on you for the rest of the day.
“No,” you tell him, “I mean… I meant to, but I just… I guess I just forgot.”
How can you forget to eat, he wonders, but doesn’t say anything – despite him thinking that it sounds ridiculous. He just nods his head a little, and you’re sure you can see the gears turning in his head.
“I’ll go get you something. A sandwich or something, I don’t know. I’m really bad at cooking…” he trails off, thinking some more before his voice is strict – hard – but still gentle, “You stay right here, alright? No moving.”



Running a hand through his hair for the sixth time in the past minute, he continues to pace the length of the bedroom, his other hand by his ear as he talks on the phone.
“No. No, she just passed out.” Niall says, talking to whoever it was on the other end of the line.
“She was fine a moment before.”
“No, I don’t know.”
“But she-”
“Ni?” You ask, groggily, as you try to sit up from the bed where he had laid you down, opening your eyes to see him drop his phone. It hits the carpet with a light thump. You can hear whoever it was who Niall had been talking to calling out through the speaker, but Niall doesn’t seem to care. He leaves it lying on the floor, rushing towards you and quickly trying to hush you and get you to lie back down.
“Shh, Y/N, you need to rest,” he insists, lightly pushing you back down onto the mattress, “Just lay down for a while. Just rest.”

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