Help! should i make make part two of the fourth preference in his POV or keep it in hers? I need some help so i can finish writing it!
Help! should i make make part two of the fourth preference in his POV or keep it in hers? I need some help so i can finish writing it!
Harry: “I let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty, and with every touch you fixed them.”
“Don’t! Please don’t go!” you shouted after his retreating figure. He had a duffel bag over his shoulder, hair tucked messily into a beanie. “Why? Why shouldn’t I leave? You refuse to give us a real chance!” he shouts back at you. You ran after him and turned him around to face you. “What!” he shouts in your face. “Don’t leave. Please, just, don’t go.” Tears streamed down your face now. “Why can’t I leave? You refuse to let me love you properly. Why should I give you another chance when you can’t give us one?” he wiped at his face which was now ridden with tears. “Because, you just can’t leave.” “Give me a real answer. I want to know why you don’t want me to leave.” He egged you on, trying to get you to admit your feelings for him. You merely stared at him, hoping your emotions were conveyed through your look. He shook his head and scoffed. “You can’t give me an answer.” He started walking away again and you shouted, “I hate you!” he stopped and turned to stare at you. “Wow, I’m definitely staying now.” He muttered sarcastically. “I hate you Harry Styles. I hate your stupid green eyes and your stupid curly hair and your stupid smile and stupid dimples. I hate your ability to make me laugh, to make me smile, scream, cry, shout. I hate it all!” he looked at you a little confused now. “But,” he perked up a little, “I love your stupid way of making me laugh, smile, scream, cry and shout. I love staring into your eyes, I love running my hands through your hair, I love knowing I make you smile. I love how you make me a better person. You make me love everything I hate about myself. I was just a broken girl with no hope for life when I met you. Then I let you in, you tore down every single fucking wall I ever built around myself and just, fixed me. My stupid insecurities are meaningless when I’m with you. You make me look past my flaws, you make me like myself, Harry. And I love you for that.” You finished your rant. He walked back over to you, dropped his bag and kissed you passionately. His hand rubbing away tears that stained your cheeks. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. “I love all your insecurities, and flaws, and I love you stupid smile, and stupid hair and stupid eyes.” You giggled at his words. He chuckled and continued breathlessly, “And I love you, baby. I really fucking love you.” He whispered.
Louis: “Now you’ve been talking in your sleep, things you never say to me, tell me that you’ve had enough of our love”
“You’re so amazing.” You heard Louis mutter faintly in his sleep. You rolled around in bed to face Louis but stopped as soon as you heard him speak again, “I love you, darling.” You stopped and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he could’ve been thinking of you when he said that. You two hadn’t said those words to each other yet despite having been dating for a few months. “You hazel eyes are adorable.” He said again. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he said that. You didn’t have hazel eyes. You turned the whole this time, facing Louis and seeing a smile on his face. He was clearly dreaming of another girl, one with hazel eyes whom he loved and apparently thought was amazing. You thought about your whole relationship with Louis, how you both started off as great friends and eventually got together. You remember being fine since you began dating, with no problems ever seeming to arise. You thought about the past few days with him and remember that at one point, he seemed a bit distant. Never taking his eyes off his phone, smiling every other minute. He was careful not to let you see what he was looking at, hiding his phone every time you got near. He stood up and went to the kitchen, saying he needed to take the call he was receiving. You followed after him, not hoping to eavesdrop but found it hard not to when you heard him say, “I’ve had enough.” You accidently crashed into a chair then, making him turn and notice you standing there. He quickly ended the call and turned to take you back to the living room, to continue watching the film you were watching when he got the call. You began to wonder if it was that he was cheating on you. Was he tired of being with you? Did he want someone else? He pulled you in from the waist, still sleeping and rested his head on top of yours. “I really love you, El.” You broke down then, crying silently knowing that he didn’t really love you. You spent the rest of the night, in his arms, listening to him praise a woman that wasn’t you and hoping desperately that he was just having a confused dream of some sorts. But deep down, you knew that this was the end for you and Louis.
Liam: “It’s been written in the scars on our hearts, we’re not broken just bent and we can learn to love again”
“Listen to yourself! You’re saying you’re refusing to be with me because of something that happened in your past!” You shot up from your spot on the couch, facing him full on now as you shouted back at him. “Something that happened in my past? That’s all? Liam, I was in an abusive relationship! That’s hardly just something form my past. It’s my whole past! It’s why I am who I am today! If it weren’t for that something you and I would never have even met!” you met Liam when you were working as a waitress in a café, you proceeded to drop his drink on his lap as you were serving him and the boys and you immediately shied away from him, fearing he was going to hurt you. “That’s exactly why I want to be with you! That day you spilled our drinks and cowered away from me, I knew there was something about you that I wanted to fix. You were a broken girl whose eyes desperately searched her surroundings for an escape. And I think you don’t want to admit it, but you found that escape in me.” “Are you saying it was love at first sight?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Laugh all you want but it definitely was for me.” He came closer to you, backing you up against a wall gently, pressing his forehead to yours and whispered “I think it was for you too.” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you stared into his and said, “I don’t know what love is.” He sighed and pulled away from you, sounding close to defeat, he tried once more to try to get you to declare your love for him. “Yes you do! You know exactly what it is but he ruined it or you! He made it a terrible experience. Your first love ended in terror and I want to show you that that’s not how it’s going to be anymore. Just, please, let me show you I can love you properly. “I’m broken, Liam.” You whispered. “No, you may be twisted, wounded, bent but definitely not broken. Not anymore, I can tell you’re not broken. Your eyes stopped searching for that escape a long time ago. I can teach you how to love again.” He approached you once more, hugging your waist and pressing his forehead to yours waiting for a response. It took you a few seconds and a few tears down your cheeks before you finally said, “Okay. Okay, Liam. Teach me how to love again.”
Niall: “Your head is running wild again. My dear, we still have everything, and it’s all in your mind”
“Don’t lie to me!” you shouted at Niall, throwing another plate at his head. He ducked quickly, taking shelter behind the refrigerator door as he tried to get you to calm down. “Babe, you know that’s not something I would do!” He defended himself from your accusations. “I saw you Niall! You can’t deny the fact that I saw you with her!” you were ready to charge at him and ended up following him into the living room where he decided to hide from you. “Babe, I was not with her! I mean, I was but not in the way you think.” You picked up a candle from the coffee table and chucked it at him, he avoided it easily. “You can’t think everyone you date is going to go behind your back just because one guy did. I swear, my love, I would never do that to anyone. Especially not you. I love you.” He tried again. Trying to make you see things clearly. You were upset, extremely upset because you saw him out with another girl while you went to pick up some dry cleaning. He was having lunch with her and looked like he was having a jolly good time too. “But Niall, I saw you with my own two eyes.” You were starting to lose volume in your voice as you sank onto the floor, your back against a wall of the living room. You started crying sheepishly, trying to hide your tears from Niall. “You were with another girl and you were having a good time. That means we’re losing what we had.” Your voice came out in shaky words as you spoke. Niall took the opportunity, now that you stopped throwing things, to get closer to you. “Baby, no. We still have everything! We still have that same fictional spark when we kiss, those butterflies in our tummy,” he gently tickled your abdomen, you smiled slightly before he continued, “I still get tongue tied around you. You make me breathless, speechless, baby, can’t you see?” he said. You rolled your eyes and looked at him, “Did you just quote the Jonas Brothers?” you asked giggling. “And we still have that stupid sense of humor!” he finished, chuckling along with you. “Babe, we’re still fine. It’s all in your mind. You can’t believe everything you hear or see. You need to come to me if you have doubts because we still trust each other, right?” you looked into his blue eyes and nodded slightly, feeling ashamed of having accused him of cheating. “I’m sorry, Niall. I really am.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in his chest as he stroked your hair. “Don’t worry about it. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. Got that?” you nodded against his chest and heard him sigh. “Well, actually, right now I’m headed to the store to grab a new broom. How did you manage to break ours?” he asked teasingly. You giggled and looked at him with a blush rising to your cheeks. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll start cleaning the kitchen.” You unwrapped yourself from him and headed towards the kitchen when he pulled you back. “I’d rather you didn’t. You can hurt yourself there’s a lot of broken glass in there. If you want, I’ll let you start the living room. Things are just thrown about.” You nodded in response and hugged him tightly once more. “I’m so sorry. I really love you. I do. I just, you know how I am about trust.” You said. “I know, baby. I know.” He kissed your forehead and said, “Now go. Get started I’ll be back in no less than 15 minutes. Alright?” you nodded. “Good. I love you baby. Don’t forget that.”
Zayn: “You’re holding it in, you’re pouring a drink, no, nothing is as bad as it seems .We’ll come clean.”
The glass of vodka was resting against your lips as you watched an angry Zayn take a drag of his cigarette out on the balcony. His dangerous habit is one you tried ridding him of but found impossible to do so after you refused to give up drinking yourself. He put the cigarette out and stormed back inside, shutting the balcony door behind him furiously. He came to stand in front of you, taking the glass from your hand and downing the drink in one sip. He threw it across the room where it hit a wall and shattered in many pieces. He walked back to you and spoke angrily, “What the actual fuck were you thinking? Hmm? Did you think it would be a good idea? Letting another guy into our flat?” you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you grabbed another glass and poured yourself another drink. “Zayn, we’re not in a relationship. You said yourself it was purely physical. And I know you’ve brought girls home too. You’re not too careful about cleaning up after yourself.” You said as you sat on the love seat again. “I actually don’t know why you’re even so upset.” You egged him on, drinking from the glass. He narrowed his eyes at you and said, “Well maybe it has to do with the fact that he was obviously only interested in sleeping with you.” It was your turn to narrow your eyes at him and say, “Oh don’t be such a fucking hypocrite. You’re so fake, Zayn. Saying he only wants me for that when that’s exactly what you want me for.” Zayn turned redder in the face as you called him fake. You knew he hated being called that. “Don’t be such a blind bitch!” he hollered at you. You were taken aback by his words; he never insulted you that way before. “Excuse me?” you retaliated angrily. “You heard me! Don’t be such a blind bitch! Open your eyes! I only bring girls home in hopes of making you jealous! I want to be an in actual relationship with you, okay! I’m tired of holding it in and hiding it behind meaningless one night stands! But goddammit, you’re too fucking stubborn to realize that!” you left your drink on the coffee table and stood up, shouting in his face, “I tried being with you! I tried to get you to commit for a long time but you wouldn’t do it! What makes you think you can come clean all of a sudden and admit your feelings for me after I already tried moving on!” he grabbed your shoulders and gently shoved your back against the wall. “Because this was the last straw.” He whispered, sounding extremely vulnerable now as opposed to how dominant he sounded a few seconds ago. “Because maybe I was hoping you’d say you loved me too. I know I only wanted a physical relationship at first but living with you has made me realize I want more. I want you. All of you. Everything you have to offer both physically and emotionally.” You felt a hot stream of tears going down your cheek as you thought of a reply. “Zayn, I can’t keep getting my hopes up about you. You’re either mine completely, or you’re not at all.” He nodded quickly and responded in an urgent voice, “I want to be yours completely. I want to give you everything I can offer. I want to give you all of me. So, if you’ll have me, I’d really fucking like to be yours.” He said, hope twinkling in his eyes. You thought about it for a few seconds and finally nodded slowly, “Okay. But only if you promise you’ll be in it 100 percent. That means you have to be faithful, trustworthy, and honest. Can you do that for me Zayn?” he took no time in responding as he quickly pressed his mouth to yours. The taste of alcohol mixed with tobacco becoming somewhat of a new favorite for you. “I promise, love. I promise to be all of that and more. I love you.” He whispered once more, kissing your forehead. “I love you, too.” you responded happily, hugging him close. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bitch.” You chuckled at his apology and said, “No, I’m sorry for actin like one. But it’s cool, don’t worry about it. Everything’s all good now.” He smiled sweetly and said, “Everything’s perfect.”
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Harry: “This isn’t healthy, Harry. You have to sleep. The doctor said you collapsed from exhaustion. You’re malnourished and dehydrated. You can’t keep this up.” I rolled over in the bed to face Niall who was currently lecturing me. “You don’t understand.” I said, my voice sounding like a whisper. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “It’s so difficult.” Niall came closer and said, “Maybe I don’t understand. But I do know that no matter what, the way you’re mourning is not right. Harry, she didn’t just leave you, she left us as well.” “It’s different!” I said. “It’s different because she might’ve left us all but she sure as hell didn’t leave you broken.” Niall dropped his gaze as I continued, “She didn’t leave you broken.” I repeated. “But not sleeping, Harry, that’s crazy!” “I can’t sleep! When I do, all I see is her. My dreams take me to her. I don’t know where we are but it’s just her and I. And we’re happy together. Hugging, kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other. I love you’s. I fall more in love with her and it hurts to wake up. I’m happy when I dream. But then I open my eyes, and she’s cruelly torn from me. She took everything when she left. All my energy, my spirit, my happiness. Niall, she took my heart when she took her last breath.” A single tear rolled down my cheek and I turned to face Niall. He looked sad as well and said, “But Harry, you can’t cope this way. We’ll help you get through this but you have to promise you won’t neglect your health anymore. No matter how painful the memories may be, promise you’ll be strong. You know she would hate to see you like this.” His voice cracked as he finished speaking and I saw a tear roll down his face as well. I hadn’t realized that I wasn’t just hurting myself, my friends were suffering as well because I was bringing them down with my attitude. I couldn’t stand to see Niall cry, and knowing the rest of the boys were in no better shape than he was, I simply nodded and said, “Alright.
Liam: “ ‘Babe? Are you still in the studio? Well, must be if you didn’t answer. Uh, I’m getting groceries for tonight’s dinner. I’ll probably be a little late though because I’m stopping by at my brother’s for a few things. Anyway, I’ll see you when I get home. Love you, bye!—To play this message again, press-“ I hung up the phone. This is the third time in the last hour that I’ve listened to that message. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, getting up from the couch. I was headed into the kitchen when I heard a knock at the door. “Liam! Open up.” I threw the door open to see Harry waiting to be let in. “What do you want mate?” I sighed, flopping down on the couch. “Nope, none of that. C’mon, it’s been about two months now. We’re going to see her.” I shot up immediately and started retreating to my room. “Not going to happen, Harry.” Before I reached the door to my room, he stepped in front of me and shoved me back a little. “No, we’re going.” He dragged me out to his car despite my protests and drove me down to the cemetery. “No, Harry, please, don’t make me go.” I pleaded, my eyes filling with tears. He turned to me and sighed, “Liam, it’s been two months. You can’t just keep pretending it didn’t happen. Listening to that voicemail as if she left it an hour ago and hoping she really is on her way isn’t helping you accept what happened. You have to see the reality of it, and seeing where she’s buried is the way to do it.” He said as a tear escaped his own eye. “We’ve all accepted that we lost an amazing friend, we can’t imagine what it’s like for you, you lost an amazing soul mate.” I looked out the window, catching a glimpse of her headstone. “There’s no more flowers around her, mate. Can we at least go get some flowers?” I asked. “They’re in the back seat mate, her favorite.” We both got out, grabbed the flowers and headed towards her. All it took was seeing her name on the stone for me to break down. Harry held me as I cried. “I love you. I love you so much and I miss you much and I wish you were still here and I just, I really miss you.” I said, placing the flowers near her. “Your laugh, smile, humor, everything about you I miss. What happened wasn’t fair. But I just want you to know I’ve accepted the fact that you won’t come back. I really miss you, and I love you so much, it hurts. We’re gonna get going, this was too much for me today, but I promise I’ll be back. I’ll be back tomorrow, love.” I kissed the headstone, walked back to the car and hugged Harry as hard as I could. “You’ll be alright mate.”
Louis: I couldn’t stop staring at it. It sat in the palm of my hand and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from it. I tried hard to, but I just couldn’t. I was in shock. The date on it was from about a week before the terrible accident happened and she clearly meant to show it to me the day it happened. I found it on the top part of our closet. A green envelope with a bow on it that was meant to be my anniversary gift from her. I opened it, confused and felt my face droop as soon as I read the note. “Louis, I’m sorry I couldn’t get you a present on the actual day of our anniversary, consider this an I.O.U that will surely be paid. Hope you like it.” she ended the note with a heart. I opened the envelope again and gasped when I pulled out an Ultrasound photo. I fell to the floor, clutching the picture in disbelief and realizing that not only did I lose her, but I lost my child as well. My first child and I never got to meet them. I had just gotten used to the fact that she would no longer be around and now, I had to deal with the fact that I won’t know whether I’d have a boy or a girl, what they’d look like, how they’d laugh, smile, cry. I finally put the picture down and walked to get my phone. I found Liam’s name in it and pressed call. “Hello?” he answered. “She was pregnant.” Was all I said, no hello or anything. It was quiet for a second and when he understood what I said, he murmured, “Oh shit.” “She was pregnant, mate. She was expecting. Two lives ended that night, not just one!” I shouted, annoyed for some reason. I felt my face get wet with hot tears. “Mate, I’ll be right over. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be there in a few.” He said and hung up after I assured him I’d be fine. Within minutes, he was knocking at my door. I opened it and threw myself to his arms. “It’ll be alright Louis. We got you. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” He said. “But I lost them, Liam. I lost them both.”
Niall: “In other news, it has been confirmed that Niall Horan’s longtime girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has passed away. It was all kept very quiet considering the fact that nobody found out until today, which happened to have been when her funeral took place. The cemetery was said to have been filled only with family, close friends and of course One Direction. Niall Horan reportedly kept his cool through the ceremony until her casket was lowered when he burst into tears and was held back by member Zayn Malik-“ I shut the television off. The report they gave had no worth to it, they had no respect for our feelings. All they wanted was a few ratings. The story was accurate though. I was surprisingly calm through the whole ceremony but as soon as I saw her being lowered into the ground, I broke down. “No! No! This isn’t fair! Don’t do it! Stop, bring her back! I have to tell her I love her!” I remember running towards the people lowering her and I felt Zayn tug me back. He put his arms around my chest, not letting me advance. “Let go of me! I have to tell her I love her! She needs to know I love her!” I kept shouting, thrashing around in his grip. Her family stared at me with sadness in their eyes. They were sad themselves, definitely. But they knew how much she meant to me and seeing me break down, was hurting them as well. Her mother and I had a close relationship, and (Y/N) loved how comfortable we were around each other. “Zayn, please. Please, let me go.” He never did break his grip on me. He held me until she was finally covered in dirt. When she was finally gone. He let a few tears stream down his cheek as he led me to the spot she had just been laid to rest in. “Niall, she knows. She knows you love her. She knows how head over heels you were for her and she knows how much this is hurting you. I know she doesn’t want you to be upset.” He simply held me as I cried. “You’re right. But I just love her so much. And this hurts so much.” “But we’ll get through it together. We’ll all be here, supporting you.” I took one last look at the ground where she lay and wiped away a few tears. Zayn was right, the pain will only last a while. And she wouldn’t want me upset. “Alright. Let’s go.” I stood up and walked to her mother, hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, “I loved her, so much.” She stared back at me sadly with the same eyes that my beautiful angel had, it felt like I was looking at her and not her mother. Which is exactly why the words she uttered to me were so special, why they felt like closure, why they were confirmation that I had the strength to be strong and move on. She look straight in my eyes and said, “I love you, Niall.”
Zayn: I ripped the paper out of the sketchpad and tossed it in the bin in the corner of the room. None of my drawings have been good for a while. I always have a great idea but I can never get it right on paper. “Zayn, I’m here! I brought what you asked for.” Niall called from downstairs. I went to him and took the bags out of his hands, placing them in the kitchen. “I’m sorry mate, I’d go myself but the magazines still print stories about (Y/N). I can’t stand to look at them.” I start placing food items in the fridges as I spoke. “S’alright mate. I understand. How are you holding up?” he grabs an apple and sits at the kitchen island, waiting for my response. I sit in front of him and sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Well I’ve obviously been better. I’m doing fine, but I could be doing way better. I think it’s just… still a little fresh.” He nods and looks at his hands. “Well, you know I’m always here for you. Her and I used to talk a lot, and I guess I picked up the whole ‘good-listener’ quality from her.” He chuckles a bit. “She was the best listener, wasn’t she?” I ask sadly. “She was always there to lend an ear, and to give advice. That’s actually what I miss most about her. The talks we’d have. They were always so meaningful. Sure, we had goofy chats but we always talked about everything happening in our lives. The good, the bad, the funny, the ugly. She never once turned me down when I said I needed to vent.” I felt a tear escape my eye. “Well, she was great with everyone.” Niall says, “She was an amazing person. She loved you, and she never hid it. If anything she flaunted it. In serious and silly ways. Remember that time she went to the concert with us and wore the shirt the picture of you too kissing?” we both laughed lightly at the memory. “Yeah, fans got a kick out of that. They loved that t-shirt. They just couldn’t get a clear enough picture to make some for themselves.” We laughed once more and Niall stood up. “Well, I’ve got to get running, I promised Louis I’d come around later.” He said. “Alright, thanks for the groceries.” “Anytime. And made, will you be alright?” he asked. I thought about it for a second. It’s no secret I had a tendency to break down every now and then when I thought of her. I was starting to move past what happened and start living my life again, but I still cried once in a while. “I’ll be fine.” I said sincerely. Niall smiled at me, knowing that this was the first time I meant it since I started saying it. He nodded at me and walked out of my flat. I went back upstairs and got to work drawing. It took me a few hours to get it complete but I knew it looked perfect when I was finished. It was the first drawing since her death that I felt proud of. The first that actually got completed and the first that I was really inspired to create. I opened twitter and typed in, “Forever and always. I miss you angel. I love you.” I attached the picture I had just taken of the drawing I just made of her and I kissing. The same photo she had on that t-shirt from the concert. I took the drawing and put it in a frame, placing it on my bedside table. I stared at it for a few seconds and smiled, “I love you, baby.” I whispered before falling asleep.
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