When they make the music video for Just Can’t Let Her Go they better let me be in it cause this song is about me
***Liam is fucking hot***
When they make the music video for Just Can’t Let Her Go they better let me be in it cause this song is about me
Harry
“I had fun tonight Harry but I’ve got to get home now.” You pushed yourself up from the couch, gathering your shoes from the opposite side of the room.“Nooo.” Harry whined, “Stay.” “As in like a sleep over?” You asked, cocking your eyebrows at his statement. “No, stay. Like a permanent say. As in forever.” “Are you asking me to move in with you?” He chuckled softle, running his long fingers through his hair before continuing, “I guess I am, arn’t I.”
Liam
“I don’t want you going back there.” Liam mumbled as he examined the already black bruise on your cheek, “If they treat you like this I don’t want you to ever see them again.” “But it’s just my dad, not my whole family.” You whispered, fearing that someone would hear you even though it was just you and Liam in his vast apartment. “I don’t care your moving in with me.”
Louis
“What is this?” You ask, holding up the key that came out of the little black box Louis gave you for your birthday. “A key to my house.” He didn’t remove his eyes from yours when you gave him a quizzical look, “Why? So I can take care of your fish while your on tour? Great gift Lou.” Everyone in the room began laughing at your stupidity, Niall going as far as rolling on the floor and clutching his stomach. “No silly. I want you to move in with me!” “Oh my god Lou why didn’t you just say that in the first place?!” You flew out of your seat and into Louis’ unsuspecting arms, “I would love to.”
Niall
“I don’t really know how to go about this cause I’ve never really had to ask anyone before.” Niall rocked on his feet, fiddling with his fingers as he stared at the ground nervously, “But I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me?” A look of shock spread over your features, you never expected him to ask this soon. He looked up, curious about your unexpected silence. When he saw your expression he quickly blurted out anything that came to mind, “If you don’t want to its ok. I know its really early and were not ready and-” “Oh Niall shut up.” You placed your hands on his flushed cheeks, connecting his rough, chapped lips with yours. Together, your lips moved in sync, forming perfectly with each other. Eventually you pulled away, out of breath. “About time you asked Horan.”
Zayn
The crisp air bit my nose as I made my way, hand in hand with Zayn, down the snow covered sidewalk. “You know (Y/N) if you slept with me every night I wouldn’t have to walk you home in the cold.” You stopped dead in your tracks at Zayn’s alarming words, “If I slept with you?” You could feel the anger rising to your cheeks at the thought of him asking for sex even though you already told him you weren’t ready. His eyes widened when he saw the expression etched onto your features, “Oh no babe. I don’t mean like that. I mean that you can fall asleep in my arms every night, maybe a few shared kisses but nothing more, nothing less.” “But I’d need to get my stuff.” “We can improvise tonight.” He grabbed your hand and headed back to the place you came from, home.
Ok so this is the third post I’ve made today about sending me in preference requests and NO ONE has sent one in. I get it… You hate me. Excuse me while I cry my soul out in the corner
Ok so do you guys want to send me in some preference ideas?? I really want to get back to writing and back to posting all the time!!
A/N: Follow her —> Sarah
I glanced around the loud club, taking in all the sweaty bodies latched onto one another. Everyone seamed to be enjoying themselves, except for me. I’ve never been one to party, a good book and a hot cup of tea will suit me just fine.
“Sarah!” My friend jogged up, slurring her words with tonight’s find latched onto her arm, “Come dance. In that dress every guy in here will want to dance with you.” She was right, a good handful of guys had already walked up to me proposing to do the dirty. I respectfully declined them all, not wanting to find myself on a strangers bed the next morning.
“I’ll pass. Thanks for the offer though.”
“Are you sure? That guys been eyeing you all night and I bet he’d love to dance.” She exaggerated the word love, bending towards the bar, drawing out the word.
I glanced around the room, doing a double take on a toned blonde boy. I scanned his body up and down, black skinny jeans hanging low on his hips, a white tank top slightly raised, revealing the top of his boxers. His eyes were a vibrant blue, slightly glossed over from the alcohol ripping through his system.
His eyes darted towards me, sensing that I was watching him. A smirk played at his lips as he sauntered towards me. “You were watching me love.” A deep blush crept onto my cheeks, “Don’t worry I was watching you to.”
I kept my eyes on the floor, feeling his stare burning wholes through my skin. “Are you gonna speak or just sit there?”
I was saved from answering when a tan, black haired boy approached the unnamed blonde. “Niall, Liam wants to talk to you.”
“What the fuck does Liam want with me?” He asked, mainly to himself.
“Well he’s had his eye on her all night.” He jerked his head to the side, signaling to me.
“Where is he?” He had an annoyed expression on his face, fists clenched at his sides.
“The back room.” Niall turned towards me, lifting my chin to look into my diverted eyes, “Just stay behind me and everything will be fine.” He grabbed my hand, his deep blue eyes staring into mine to test my boundaries.
I don’t know why I was following him, I just felt safe around him. I felt protected from all the guys in the club that made sure to steer clear of him.
He pressed me further into his back as a big brown door swung open in front of him. I fisted his shirt in my hands as we entered a room filled with big, burly men. “Hello Niall. So nice of you to join us.” I could hear the smirk in the mans voice.
“What the fuck to you want Liam?” Niall asked, even though he already knew. His teeth were grinding together as he tried to keep his anger from boiling over.
“Her.” I slowly lifted my head to peer over Niall’s protective form. About five feet away sat a man I presumed to be Liam. He had his finger pointed out, directly at me, “Hand her over Horan.”
“No.” Niall protectively pushed me further into his back, afraid someone could snatch me at any moment.
Liam slammed his hand down on the table in front of him as he abruptly stood up, “If you say no your out!”
“No.” Niall inhaled deeply, prepared for what he knew was going to come. Liam sprinted around the table and attacked Niall. I quickly jumped back, avoiding the blow. “Sarah run!”
I didn’t even have to think. I turned around and sprinted towards the door. I was two steps away when a muscular arm reached out and grabbed me by the waist. The man tried to hold on but I screamed and thrashed, wiggling my way out of his firm grasp. I bolted out the door, towards the club entrance. “Well chase after the slut!” Liam shouted, barely loud enough for me to hear over the pounding music.
The rain was pouring down as I turned in circles, trying to figure out where to go when a slick black car pulled up. “Get in.” I looked behind me to see the men stumbling out of the club and running towards me. I slid onto the black leather seat and closed the door just as we speed off. "I’m gonna take you some where and Niall’s gonna be there soon, ok?“
The drivers black locks were plastered to his forehead from the cold rain. "I didn’t catch your name.” I mumbled, hopping my strained voice wouldn’t betray me.
“Zayn. Zayn Malik. Niall’s my best mate and I’ve got to protect his girl so-”
“His girl? I am most defiantly NOT Niall’s girl!” I shrieked out the words, eyes wide at Zayn’s accusation.
“Whatever you say babe.” He chuckled.
“Don’t call me that.” I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.
After what felt like hours of uncomfortable silence we pulled up at a run down house overlooking a big wheat field, “Welcome to Niall’s humble abode.” It was a two story, poorly painted farm house.
“Mmm fancy.” I mumbled with sarcasm laced into my voice.
“You better not start having an attitude.” I whipped around only to come face to face with Niall. I sprang into his arms, surprisingly happy to see the blonde boy. He stumbled back, sore from his recent fight. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok.” He planted a soft kiss on my forehead as the three of us made our way towards the house.
“Bipolar one she is. Mad one second happy the next.” Zayn said, annoyed at being a third wheel.
“Oh calm down Malik. Tommorow me and you need to go speak to Louis.” He stared Zayn in the eyes, having a unheard conversation.
“Who’s Louis?”
“Nobody you need to worry about.”
In the second picture Harry is either A) Trying to get something out of his back pocket or B) Trying to hide his boner from the pretty lady’s head
I bet you after this shoot Niall went to the bathroom to violently masturbate
Harry
You and Harry were on a walk in the park when some paparazzi rudely interrupted your date. They all started crowding around, wanting a picture of the perfect popstar, but not with the less than perfect girlfriend. They all started to clump around Harry while trying to break his grasp from your hand. Eventually it worked and you pushed your way into the open. You headed for the small bench overlooking the murky duck pond, it was yours and Harry’s special spot. About ten minutes later you felt a light tap on your right shoulder. “May I sit.” “Sure.” You wiped away the single tear that dripped down your flushed cheeks, “Am I not good enough Harry?” Harry tightly wrapped his arms around your small torso and rested his curl covered head in the crook of your neck, “Your perfect in every way possible.” You could barely hear his words over the loud shutters of the cameras that surrounded you. “I think they got a good cover photo.”
Liam
You stood in front of the mirror, lightly squeezing your uncovered stomach. “Babe can you stop that please?” Liam sighed, his body was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. You quickly pulled down your shirt, unaware that Liam had been previously watching you. Slowly, his arms snaked around your waist and he placed his stubbly chin on your shoulder, “You are beautiful.” “But-” “No. Your beautiful.”
Louis
“I’m gonna go in the water for a minute. Do you want to come?” You shielded your eyes from the blinding sun as you looked at Louis’ muscular silhouette. “No thanks.” “Suit yourself.” Louis turned around and ran for the crashing waves. Once he was out of earshot you grabbed the lotion from your bag and began to lather it over your body. “What are you doing?” You jumped, scared by the unexpected voice. “Oh hi Louis. I’m just putting on sun screen.” You shot him a fake smile as you slipped the bottle back into your yellow bag. “You don’t need tanning lotion babe. Do it naturally.” “But I’m so pasty.” “Nope.” He reached into your bag and ran away with the brown bottle. You chased him to the shoreline where you watched him chuck the bottle into the rolling waves, “Problem solved.”
Niall
“Whatcha doing babe?” Niall leaned over on the couch to peer at the computer screen on your lap. “Scrolling through Twitter.” “And what are the lovely fangirls saying?” You let out a sigh and slouched back in the chair, “Mean things.” Niall began to read through the tweets, hurt by what they were saying about you. “Niall am I fat?” You croaked out the words through the tears you didn’t know were falling. “I’ll be back in ten.” Suddenly Niall was racing out the front door, already on the phone with an unnamed person. Your sobs became louder and your knees were pulled up to your chest at the thought of Niall leaving like that. What felt like hours later Niall bursted through the door with the boys in tow. They all lined up in front of you on the couch, each holding something behind their backs. “3…2…1… Your insecure, doughnut what for.” They each threw a glazed doughnut at you lap and then continued. “Turning heads when you walk through the door.
Zayn
"Zayn can I get a tattoo?” “Where?” “I don’t know.. Hereish.” You circled your finger around the general direction of your shoulder blade. “Why do you want one there love?” You diverted your eyes from his knowing stare and looked out the window, “It would be cool.” He slowly stood up and circled around the the back of the couch. “Its things like this that define you.” He left a soft kiss on the permanent blemish on your shoulder, “It’s what makes you beautiful. All these little imperfections are what make you perfect.” “Your right.” You let out a deep sigh before closing your eyes to take in all of Zayn’s touch.
“Thanks for letting me tag along Harry. This is so much fun.” You shot a quick smile over to Louis who winked at you in response. You huddled your shivering body closer to the fire pit.
“You cold love?” Louis’ face was illuminated by the flickering flames of the warm fire, “Come sit with me.” He held out his arm leaving a inviting spot right on his side.
“Why not come and sit with me Jane?” It was obvious to everyone but Harry that you and Louis had become very close over the past twelve hours so he thought his offer was harmless.
You shot Louis an apologetic smile as you shifted your body over a couple of feet until your body collided with Harry’s warm, muscular one. “Much better, right?”
You mumbled out a yes, looking across the fire. A small laugh escaped Louis perfect lips causing all the boys to turn their gazes towards the tan boy. “What’s so funny mate?” Liam had his eyebrows raised with a devilish smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what was going on and he just had to try and make the situation evident.
“Oh nothing. Jane can you help me with something over here?” He motioned his hands behind him at our tents.
You quickly popped up from your seat and followed behind Louis. You continued following him past the tents and toward the lake. “Where are we going Lou?” You whispered, not wanting to disrupt the beautiful silence.
“You’ll see.” Seconds later you emerged from the trees and ended on the sandy shore. He turned around and grabbed your hand in his, leading you to the small boat tied in the water. He helped you in, holding your hand as you stepped over the edge and onto the rough wood floor.
Moments later Louis was rowing you out to the middle of the vast lake. You looked up at the sky, little lights covering it from corner to corner, little angels looking down on you.
“Beautiful night.” He let out a sigh as he set the wood oars on the bottom of the boat. “And a beautiful girl." You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as you bent your head down to prevent him from seeing. "Don’t be shy love.” He placed two of his fingers under your chin, lifting it up so he could see into the eyes he first looked in a mere twelve hours earlier. “May I?” His eyes darted down to you lips before you nodded your head hesitantly. Harry will not like this.
Louis brought his face in closer, closing his eyes. His lips landed on yours sending a surge of fireworks through your body. You subconsciously lifted your hands to the back of his neck, fiddling his brown hair in your fingers.
You both slowly pulled away, still looking into each others eyes. “I think I’ve fallen for you Louis.”
“Well then I better be here to catch you.”
A/N: I got this request so long ago!!! I’m sorry it took me so long :’(
Harry
“Ready love?” Harry’s arm snaked around your hip as he lead you up the front porch steps to his parents Cheshire home. “As I’ll ever be.” You mumbled, being a little skeptical about meeting your nineteen year old boyfriends parents. He pushed the big oak doors open after planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. Harry guided you through the big house, trying to find his parents. When you reached the kitchen you were embraced into a warm hug. “Mum get off her.” Harry chuckled, running his fingers through his curly locks. “So your the girl we’ve heard so much about!”
Liam
“Mum I’m gonna go out with Liam is that ok?” “Well… Darling I think we need to have a talk.” She slowly set down the pot and towel in her hand and walked towards you, “Hun when boys get to be a certain age there’s only one thing they want. Sex.” Your eyes quickly shot up to stare at your mom. “He’s not like that.” You blurted out the words, wanting this conversation to be over. “He’s on his way over here right now to take me out and I don’t think he is intending to have sex with me in a public park.” As if on que there was a knock on the door. “Bye mum.” You kissed her on the cheek, grabbed your bag, and headed for the door. “Hello Liam.”
Louis
With Louis being in a world famous boy band and you currently trying to get your A levels it is very hard to see each other. Louis was flying home for the weekend before heading back to One Direction’s world tour. His flight came in at four o'clock and the airport was already swarmed with girls your age just trying to get a good glimpse of the hot twenty-one year old. Suddenly the screams intensified, making your ears hurt. You pulled out your ringing phone, pulling it up to your ear you heard your boyfriends angelic voice. “Hey babe I’m here. I want you to walk around the big group of girls and you will see a man in a grey hoodie. That’s me.” You quickly made your way around the girls and made eye contact with the man. You broke out into a full sprint, heading straight into the loving arms of Louis.
Niall
His fingers fumbled with yours as he drove cautiously down the road. “Are you sure you wanna do this babe?” Yours and Niall’s relationship had been a secret for these past two months because he has been afraid of his little fourteen year old princess being hurt by the crazy fans and paparazzi. You gave his and a reassuring squeeze and shot him a loving smile. “I think its time they know.” “But an event this big..” He trailed off, getting lost in his own thoughts. Your free hand found its way to the hem of your expensive dress that Lou had picked out just for you to wear to the VMA’s. “Niall I love you.” The words escaped your lips without you thinking. a grin creeped up onto his lips as he continued to drive, “I love you to babe.”
Zayn
“Hey Zayn? Can you take me to get a tattoo?” Zayn’s eyes shot up from the phone in his hands to look at you with bewilderment. “I want one hereish.” You held up your arms, pointing to your tan wrists. “Your to young babe.” “There’s got to be a place that will do it without looking at my ID.” He let out a soft chuckle before looking back down at his phone, “Never knew I was dating a rebel.”
A/N: I’m back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything in a while
Harry
“Babe are you sure?” Harry’s muscular arms held his bare chest above your covered body. You softly nodded your head. Harry leaned down and grazed his pink lips against your flushed cheek, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. He made his way back up to your lips, only breaking the kiss to peel your shirt off your already flustered body. You wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him closer. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time (Y/N).” He moaned his words into your lips, “I love you.” He lowered his hips, causing friction on your wet heat. You quickly bucked up your hips, wanting more contact. “Please Harry.” You whispered, barely audible above the sound of your soft pants.
Liam
Liam fumbled with the button on your shirt, nervous about what he was about to do. You let out a soft chuckle and reached down, swatting his hands away you unbuttoned the shirt yourself. He mumbled out a sorry, fumbling with his fingers as you proceeded to undress yourself. Liam latched his lips onto yours, laying your body flat on the mattress. Liam slowly broke the kiss, glaring down at our exposed lower halfs, “You ready?”
Louis
You and Louis were in the middle of a heated make out session when he brought up the thought. “I don’t know.” You diverted your eyes, not wanting him to see the confusion in your eyes. You didn’t know whether to let him have that part of you yet. You loved him and everything but giving yourself away like this made you hesitant. “Babe?” Louis placed his calloused fingertips under your chin, lifting your face up so he could see into the soft eyes that he had come to love, “if you don’t want t-” you cut him off by crushing your lips into his. After what seamed like hours you pulled your lips away from his, panting out the words, “I’m ready.”
Niall
Tonight was another late night at the local club, drinking all your body could take and that was not much. You and Niall stumbled through the front door, shedding layers of clothing on your way up the stairs. Once you reached the familiar room both you and him were completely naked. He slammed the door behind him and suddenly turned around, taking in your naked body. He sauntered over to you, sly smirk playing at his lips. He encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer, placing his lips on yours. The heat radiating off your body’s kept you warm in the cold room. “Babe I want you so bad.” He moaned into your lips, pushing you onto the bed in the process. You quickly broke the kiss, but only for a second, “Then have me Horan.”
Zayn
“(Y/N) what do you think about sex?” The white wine you were sipping on barely stayed in your mouth at Zayn’s random question. “Um.. Well..” You glanced out the small bedroom window to look at the swirling snow. Today was your one year anniversary and Zayn was doing everything he could to make it special: he bought your favorite wine, made you homemade Italian food which was a rarity because he never cooked, and he bought you an expensive present which he has not let you see. You knew the present was behind his back as he asked the question. “If your not to fond of the idea and you want to wait that’s fine.” He ran his fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck and glanced downwards, suddenly finding the white duvet interesting. “You know I’m a virgin, right?” You mumbled out the words. He looked up and took your hands in his; his beautiful brown eyes looked into your sweet (Y/E/C) eyes. “I know that. I want you to be ready and when you are I will take it away with all the passion I feel in my heart.” You realized what you wanted when you latched your lips on his smooth ones. “What’s in the box?” You asked in the most seductive voice you could muster. Zayn let out a hearty laugh, obviously not finding your attempt very good. He pulled the box out from behind hims back and placed it into your soft hands, the opposite of his. You slowly pulled off the ribbon then carefully opening the lid of the pink box. Inside a lacy pink bra and panty set laid inside. “You cheeky little devil.”
