1D Preferences #633: Jumpers...
Harry: The sleeves of his black Teenage Runaway jumper hang loosely over your palms, the soft fabric brushing against your waist as you snuggle up in the blankets, his favorite jumper making it feel like he was in bed beside you even when he was thousands of miles away.
Zayn: His dark jumper with the "SMART" printed across the front was more like a dress than it was a top. The soft, worn fabric smelled like cologne and cigarettes and reminded you of him and how even when he was far away he was still right here and coming home soon.
Niall: That blue jumper with "Skool Sucks" printed across the front was always your favorite. A slogan you absolutely agreed with printed across the front and sleeves that fell over your palms and a hem that hit just above your knee. Your favorite thing to wear to bed, the best top to wake up in and the best jumper to steal from his wardrobe and wear whenever he was gone.
Louis: He always said the colors of it matched your eyes and that's why it was one of his favorite jumpers. The jumper was always unbelievably soft and worn--it always felt like he was giving you a hug whenever you wore this top of his.Even when he was away, the jumper seemed to bring him back home at least while you wore it.
Liam: That maroon Burberry jumper had been his for years now--the fabric was faded and worn with time but it made the old top all the better. It seemed to linger with the smell of his skin always and it had become your jumper now--you wore it more than he did (not that it seemed to mind). The jumper seemed to bring him home whenever he wasn't and the fabric fell loosely on you just like an old friend.
Anonymous asked: You're going to make me cry. I feel like if I knew louis he'd be the older brother I never had
louis would be a really good best friend [+gifs]
i’m not paying for your tissues or emotional pain [[MORE]] Well first of all he’s the funniest person ever so you’ll probably get six packs abs from laughing so hard when you spend time with him because he is hilarious plus you could probably make him laugh, too and you two can have silly dance parties just because what better way to spend the day plus he’s a...
i think harry reads the criticism about him like remember his olive green beanie? so many said how gross it was and how ugly it was and he stopped wearing it. or those shirtless pictures of him where he wasn’t as defined? people called him fat and he started working out a lot and now he’s defined again. i think he’s trying to change himself to please people and it makes me very...
1D Preferences #632: Teased by the boys in an...
Harry: "My! You all look tired," the interviewer points out, nodding at Harry who's stifling a yawn. "I can see why Harry is tired," Louis cheekily remarks, waggling his brows. "His girlfriend came to visit last night you know what that means," he jokes, miming a pelvic thrust. "They were up all night I bet," Liam adds with a laugh, following Louis' lead. Harry smirks and shakes his head, cheeks turning pink. "Ah, I see," the interviewer finally says, changing the topic. "Cheeky boys."
Liam: "What's that mark you got there, mate?" Louis instigates, nodding towards the red mark on Liam's neck. "It appears to be a love bite?" Harry adds with faux surprise, the trio ignoring the interviewer. Liam laughs and attempts to pull up his collar, shaking his head. "The girlfriend must be in town, yeah?" the interviewer grins, fixing her hair. "No, I gave it to him," Zayn jokes, obnoxiously kissing Liam's cheek.
Zayn: "Who's the most romantic?" the interviewer inquires, her eyes scanning the five boys."I'd say Zayn," Harry replies immediately, patting his friend's shoulder. "I'd agree with Harry," Louis grins, ruffling Zayn's hair. "He bought his girlfriend roses the other day," Niall adds, all the boys dramatically cooing as Zayn smiles and shakes his head. "Such a gem he is, isn't he?" Liam adds, pinching Zayn's cheek.
Louis: "Your clothes look really messy and thrown on, haphazardly I'd say," Liam begins, raising an eyebrow and making Louis smirk. "It's almost as if you...threw them on in a hurry," Harry continues, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What are you lads getting at?" the interviewer laughs, watching as Louis smooths out his sleeves and shirt buttons. "Ah, nothing, these lads are just being arses in the morning," Louis grins, slapping their backs and sticking out his tongue.
Niall: "So, which of these boys do you think will get married first?" the interviewer asks, crossing her legs. "Niall," Harry and Zayn say automatically, causing the Irish boy to blush. "Aw, I see it, I see it," Louis agrees, messing with Niall's hair. "He'd probably wear a derby jersey down the isle," Liam jokes, making Niall and the boys laugh. "Nah, I think he'd wear a tux just for his lady," Harry counters, defending the blonde with a grin.
Anonymous asked: Do you have a link to your whole song series or not? x
1D Preferences #631: Late Night Stories...
Harry: "When I was little," he begins softly, his eyes gleaming in the dark. His face lies inches from yours, the two of you bundled together in blankets and staring at glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. "My mom and Gemma and me would have some days where we'd slide around on the hardwood floors in our socks like a game." You can hear the smile in his voice without even looking as you reach over to give his hand a squeeze. "That sounds really nice," you reply, nuzzling his cheek as he pulls you closer. "You and your family are so close, I love that."
Louis: "You know, one time I stayed up all night trying to learn how to play guitar and I ended up falling asleep on the strings and when I woke up I had lines all over my cheek," he admits with a light laugh. You turn over to face him in the dark lighting of the room and meet his gaze. "One time I stayed up all night listening to music and I fell asleep on my laptop and when I woke up I had keyboard marks on my forehead," you reply with a laugh, leaning against his chest. "We both have strange habits of falling asleep and ending up with marks on our faces," he concludes with a smirk. "Cheeky."
Niall: "My brother and me used to go camping like this sometimes," he breathes, nuzzling your neck and looking up at the stars. You scoot closer to him in the sleeping bag and smile up at the stars. "That so? It must've been nice having a big brother," you reply, watching as his eyes light up with memories. "It was...it is nice," he agrees, ruffling his hair. "You know, he really likes you. We were on the phone the other day and he thinks you and me are really good together...I agree."
Liam: "When we were kids my sisters and me would walk to the ice cream shop around the corner from my house and we'd order the craziest flavors they had," he smiles, passing you the carton of ice cream as he takes a spoonful. "One time they even had chili pepper ice cream," he recalls, scrunching up his face and shaking his head with a laugh. "Not good." You grab a spoonful of ice cream and pass the carton back to him. "That doesn't sound too great," you laugh, leaning against his shoulder. "I love hearing you talk about your childhood...your eyes just light up."
Zayn: "You know, one time my school did this play," he recalls, nodding towards the Grease movie on television as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. "Did you really?" you grin, looking up at him and admiring how raspy his voice was in this late hour. "They made up a character just for me," he laughs, humming a few bars of Grease Lightning. "I wish I was there to see that, I bet you were great." He shrugs and kisses your nose, eyes flickering back to the movie. "Maybe I'll do an encore performance for you someday," he counters with a laugh and a wink.
1D Preferences #630: Why do you love me?...
Harry: A subtle surprised grin of amusement falls over his lips as his fingers find their way to the strands of your hair. "That's not even a question," he mumbles softly, his lips curling into a smile. "You're beautiful, funny, understanding, smart...basically everything I look for in a person all combined into one startlingly gorgeous package to be honest."
Liam: He raises an eyebrow and rubs his chin thoughtfully as he thinks. "Well, you're just..meant to be mine?" he replies thoughtfully as if questioning if you understand. "There's just something about you that is the perfect match for me, if that makes sense. I just love you and everything about you, it's too much to list."
Louis: His eyes light up with amusement as he toys with the strings on your hoodie. "That's a silly question," he murmurs, shaking his head. "You're funny and nice and you have a really lovely laugh and you're also a great listener and talker and you're a beast under the sheets," he jokes on the last point, making you laugh. "Ah, there's that lovely laugh," he muses, kissing your nose.
Niall: He cocks his head to the side and bites on his lip, deep in thought. "You're just...we just get along so well. I can tell you anything and everything and we just have the same sense of humor and like a lot of the same stuff and you're beautiful and you're just...meant to be with me," he sighs happily, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Zayn: "Why do I love you?" he repeats, resting his chin on your shoulder and hugging your waist. "You love who I am for the way I am and I love you just the same...you're also exactly what I need. Everything I'm not is everything you are," he mutters softly, a smile falling over his lips. "That was deep...and true."
(part of a ) masterlist →
some kind lovely lady began making a masterlist for my preferences, it’s nowhere near finished but it’s coming along well, thank you! ^^
Anonymous asked: i just want to say i applaud you bc writing 5 different scenarios for one topic is harder than people think bc you have to make sure you're not writing something similar so yeah basically good work paige you take your time x
Anonymous asked: if you were the sorting hat, which houses would you sort the boys into? x
Anonymous asked: Can you link me to the the page with just preferences on it no questions and stuff? Thank you thank you thank you! Xx
Anonymous asked: So basically, I just read through EVERY SINGLE ONE of your preferences and wow. I love you, and I want to cry. I am a die hard Harry girl and I just loved every single one. You are an extraordinary writer, just to let you know.
1D Preferences #629: Fingertips...
Harry: His fingertips lightly trace circles on your back as you fall asleep, it's calming and reassuring where his warm skin meets yours.
Niall: His fingertips trace your jawline and collarbones as you watch television, he's amazed at your perfection.
Zayn: His fingertips trace the outline of your lips where he'd just kissed you, leaving shivers down your spine and curling of your toes.
Louis: His fingertips trace imaginary tattoos all over your arms, his soft hands causing goosebumps on your arms.
Liam: His fingertips toy with the ends of your hair, playing with the strands as he kisses your neck, reminding you how lovely you are.
Anonymous asked: Paige! Could you do more best friend with feelings for each of prefs! I love those kinds! :)
Anonymous asked: I've recently discovered this tumblr and I gotta say its amazing; love the work you put into each preference. :)
1D Preferences #628: You're both sick...
Harry: "Pass the tissues," you groan, grabbing a handful of tissues and lazily leaning against his chest. "I can't believe we both got sick," he frowns, running his fingers through your hair with his voice raspy and sore. "I can," you laugh, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. "I was sick and you kept kissing me and cuddling with me anyways and I got you sick," you remind him, watching his dimples appear as his lips curl up in a grin. "Can you blame me? You're extra adorable when you're sick, I wanted to spend time with you regardless of the consequences," he insists, holding you closer. "Now we can be sick and cuddle together all day justifiably."
Zayn: "I win," you smirk, placing down your last Uno card and watching as he sets his losing hand down with a pout, "That's three out of three, I'm awful at this," he laughs, putting the cards back in the box and letting out a yawn. "Usually being sick is pretty miserable, I'm kind of glad we're both sick together," he admits, his voice raspy with a cold. "Me too, we'll have to get revenge on Niall for getting us sick," you laugh, nuzzling his neck and pulling the blanket around you both. "Tomorrow," he yawns, rubbing your arm. "For now we should sleep."
Louis: "I think I burnt the soup," he calls out, clearing his throat and frowning at the stove. "Lou, how in the hell; do you burn soup?" you laugh, coughing into the crook of your elbow. "I'm not sure but I think I've done it," he chuckles, turning off the stove and frowning at the nearly evaporated can of chicken soup lying in the pot. "Eh, who needs soup, let's just have some tea and watch a movie, maybe Forrest Gump?" he suggests, grabbing two mugs and hugging you from behind. "Sounds good enough," you admit with a smile, grabbing honey from the cabinet. "I still can't believe you burnt soup, you're the worst."
Niall: "We've literally slept all day," you laugh, stretching and unraveling yourself from him and the pile of blankets. "What a lovely way to spend a sick day," he smirks, pulling you back into the mess of sheets and kissing your neck. "I'm glad that Harry got us sick," you laugh, messing with his hair. "You got a day off and we got to spend the day being lazy and sleepy." He smiles and climbs out of the blanket mess, pulling you with him. "I agree, how about some soup?" he offers, wrapping his arm around your waist.
Liam: "Perks of being sick," he muses, glancing from the television to you, snuggling up in the blankets you'd both tossed on the sofa. "The telly all day and spending it next to you being warm and toasty." You laugh and lean against his chest, toying with the edge of the blanket. "Plus your voice sounds extra raspy and hot, that's a perk," you tease, causing him to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Really?" he muses, singing a few bars. "So perfect," you sigh, closing your eyes and resting your head on his lap. "Maybe I should get sick more often," he jokes, toying with your hair. "I think your voice sounds hot too, the raspy thing sounds mysterious."
Anonymous asked: are you planning to write any one shots soon?:) or when the summer holiday arrives? I miss your crazy stories:))
Anonymous asked: i love your preferences! You're an amazing writer. I was wondering if you write any other types of preferences, like do you have any other fandom blogs that you write one shots about/preferences/fanfics?
apologizing in advance for lack of posts this weekend/next week! i’m taking an extremely important test tomorrow (the SATs which is a college admission sort of test if you don’t know) and it’s very long and i’m super busy, but i’ll post again soon! :) x
1D Preferences #627: He indirectly tweets that...
Harry: "Haven't bought flowers in a long time...who knew you could buy blue daisies? .xx"
Niall: "Goin t the derby ! Can't wait t bring her t the derby for the first time !"
Zayn: "Such a beautiful day for a picnic in the park ! aha :) x"
Liam: "Finally back home and driving to see my favorite personnn :)"
Louis: "Feeling like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, I'm late for a very important date...haha"
Anonymous asked: do you think you could write some 5sos preferences??? your writing is amazing!!
1D Preferences #626: Hiding it...
Louis: As the interviewer asks the dreaded question he subconsciously holds his breath, knowing he must answer. Knowing he must lie. She glances towards him awaiting an answer and he bites his tongue. "I'm single, ready to mingle, like a pringle," he jests, making light of the situation and blocking the annoyance of hiding with a joking smile.
Harry: Contract. Contract. Contract. He repeats the word over and over in his mind until it becomes a blur of syllables and vowels. "I'm...er," he's an awful liar. Terrible liar. Contract. Contract. "Erm, I'm not seeing anyone really at the moment." Vague answer. Not a good answer. Contract. "Yeah, single," he adds on, attempting to patch up his slight error.
Liam: As soon as the question leaves the interviewer's lips his mind falls to you and the evening just yesterday. But no, he's forced to forget it for now. As long as there are cameras he is single but when it is you and him he is not. It's so confusing and he hates it. He raises a reluctant hand marking him as single but keeps his arms cross and expression distant as the interview ensues.
Zayn: He wants to show you off, he wants to let the know you are his. All his. But he can't. There are legal things and contracts that he doesn't want to mess with, he doesn't want you to be trailed by ravnous paparazzi. He wants to keep you his secret but he also want the whole world to know. "I'm single," he replies simply, adding a quiet "I'm lying," under his breath.
Niall: His knee bounces up and down and his heart pounds with excitement. Finally he isn't single. He has a girl, a lovely girl that he wants to show off to everyone and tell everyone how lovely she is. But he can't. He takes deep breaths and forces himself not to slip, not to let the world know. "Not dating anyone," he says quickly, biting down on his lip to stop himself from correcting it. For now to the public he is single, but he is not. Not really.
Anonymous asked: dyou have a master list for all your preferences?:) LOOOVEEEE your work by the way<3
1D Preferences #625: Holding you tight...
Harry: His broad frame is pressed against your back with his arms snug around you, his curls lightly brushing your cheek as he nuzzles your neck. You lazily trace his tattoos with your fingers and relish in his cuddly warmth.
Louis: A small smile falls over his lips as you press your cheek against his chest, his arms encircling you and holding you close barely leaving space between, his palms rubbing small circles on the small of your back.
Niall: He holds you close and nuzzles your neck, his arms holding you tight and his lips curled up in a smile because you are simply his and you are in his arms right where you belong.
Zayn: He places one hand on the small of your back and the other wrapped around your shoulders, holding you gently but close with a look daring anyone to try to take you away from him because you are his and that’s how it’s supposed to be because you two belong together.
Liam: He’s much bigger than you are and his t-shirt smells like detergent and cologne, his warmth and arms hold you tight in a comforting and close embrace, your cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his worn tee.
Anonymous asked: saw this on another tumblr, wanted to ask you! what do you think each of the boys would be like as big brothers?
Anonymous asked: i miss your long preferences, not that the short ones aren't good i just finish reading them so fast :( ... when are you going to write some long ones??? i love tour blog by the way ^_^ i check it everyday :D keep up the good work :) <3
1D Preferences #624 Your lipstick on his face...
Louis: "Lou, you have a little..." you gesture towards the pink smattering of kisses on his cheeks and blush. You go ti wipe it off with your thumb but he ducks away. "Keep it," he smirks, leaning over and nuzzling your cheek. "Maybe it'll make some people finally believe we're really dating...plus it's some good reminders of last night."
Harry: "I think," he smirks, wetting a napkin and dabbing the red lipstick marks on his face. "This color looked better on you." You roll your eyes and watch as he scrubs off the make-up you'd left. "Good luck trying to scrub off that love bite," you laugh, nodding towards the mark on his collar bone. "That can stay," he retorts, kissing your cheek.
Zayn: "Wow," he lets out a breath in front of the mirror and raises an eyebrow. "My lip gloss looks good on you," you tease, noticing the pink smudges near his lips and jawline. "Absolutely does," he laughs, wrapping you in a hug from behind and lowering his voice to a whisper. "Too bad I'll have to wash it off...maybe you can put some more on me later."
Niall: "Wow, loving the lipstick, Horan!" Louis calls out, clapping Niall on the back. "You're rocking that bright pink," Zayn laughs, gesturing towards Niall's lips. "Shit," he glances in the mirror and notices your lipstick lingering on his face. He wipes it off with his sleeve and shrugs, giving a bright smile. "I know you guys are jealous, I left it there to remind you of how lovely my girlfriend is."
Liam: "My mouth tastes like strawberries," he notices, licking his lips and raising a brow. "It's because my lip gloss is kind of all over your face," you tell him, biting back laughter. "Posh Pink is a lovely shade on you, Payne." He glances at his reflection in the mirror and laughs, wiping the gloss off with his sleeve. "Thanks for that," he teases, nuzzling your cheek.
Anonymous asked: i realized that most of the scenarios ive read are about 1d having a relationship with the reader. are there actually any out there that are just about the boys or not about them being in a relationship...or? I havent seen any.
Anonymous asked: You're so cute omg :) :) reading your preferences and your responses honestly make me happy which is good bcus I was having kind of a bad day!!
1D Preferences #623: You try to walk out during a...
Harry: "Please?" he says quietly, his voice thick with unshed tears. He reaches out and places a hand lightly on your arm, his eyes pleading you to stay. He takes a deep breath and bites his lip. "Don't give up on me, don't give up on us."
Louis: "Don't walk away from me!" he shouts, crossing his arms. You place your hand on the door knob and turn around, about to send an icy glare when his face suddenly softens and his eyes fight back tears. "Please...please don't walk away from me," he says quietly, uncrossing his arms and looking at his shoes.
Niall: "You can't just walk away when things get difficult," he says firmly, placing his hands on your cheeks. "You can't just walk away, we have to get through this. We have to talk...something. Just please don't go, don't leave."
Zayn: "Go ahead! Walk away! I don't care!" he yells, watching you walk towards the door. He watches as you twist the doorknob and suddenly his face falls. "I do care," he says quietly, walking over and gently taking your hand off the door. "I care too much...please don't walk away from me...from us."
Liam: "I'm sorry, I take back everything I said," he says quickly, his voice desperate and his eyes dark. "I'll do anything to make you stay, I can't bear to have you mad at me and I don't want to watch you leave...I love you."
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Anonymous asked: I see what you did with Liam's in #621;)
Anonymous asked: Hii can I have a link to all your preferences pleasee!!
1D Preferences #622: Up all night...
Harry: You lean against his warm chest, a bag of gummy bears clutched in one of his hands and his other hand lazily toying with your hair. The television plays the endings of some movie that neither of you were quite watching as you two enjoy the company of each other and the warm cuddly air of his flat as the city sleeps but you both do not.
Niall: The faint smell of alcohol lingers on both of your breaths, you've both got bright eyes and the pounding of the music fades as you make your way hand in hand back to his flat. The streetlights illuminate the city as you both laugh at nothing and everything, stumbling over your own feet and leaning close together, cheeks red from the alcohol and cold crisp air.
Liam: He hugs you close to his chest as you pull the knit blanket tighter around you both, the flames of the fireplace flicker and cast a light glow over your cheeks. You're both enjoying a comfortable silence, cuddling by the fire into the early morning. Now and then one of you will say something about your past or the future, deep confessions and revelations. Peaceful ramblings into the morning and through the night.
Louis: You're both wild and giddy with sugar, a half-eaten ice cream sundae sits between you two as you both clutch spoons and make eyes across the table. He daringly jumps up and dumps a splash of liquor on the sundae, both of you giggling and devilishly eating more, joking and talking together until the sun rises and you're both tired and ready to sleep.
Zayn: You both sit huddled together on the porch swing, watching as the sun slowly starts to rise. He toys with the ends of your hair as you trace his tattoos with your fingers. Comfortable silence fills the air as the sky fades to read and gold and it feels like the sunrise is just for the two of you and no on else.
Anonymous asked: If you made like 600 Prefs, where's the rest? That first one is like #400 something. Where's #1 and so on? Link please?
Anonymous asked: OH MY LANTA! I just read #378 and you totally quoted an A Rocket to the Moon song!!! Why are you so awesome?!?!
Anonymous asked: I love your writing. i feel like you're older, because your writing is so mature. how old are you?
Anonymous asked: This girl stole your preference. I would show you but I'm not aloud to post links
1D Preferences #621: The paparazzi tear your...
Liam: He holds your hand tight as you both fight through the crowds of cameras and men willing to do anything for a picture. The crowd slams against you, Liam squeezes your hand tighter and glares at the paparazzi, holding you close and wishing they'd go away. "Hey!" you yelp, looking down just as the skirt of your dress is pulled by a camera man and the torn fabric drags on the grown. Liam quickly turns around and ushers you into the waiting car. "Fucking paps," he growls, shaking his head. "Get a job you dicks." He follows you into the car and his face softens as he kisses your cheek. "I'm so sorry about all of this, are you all right?"
Harry: His face falls as he notices the crowd of paps outside the restaurant, but he holds your hand tight and looks to see if you're ready. You nod and the two of you quickly head towards the car, his hand holding yours tight as he holds your body close to him to make sure you don't get separated or hurt. "Harry! Harry's girlfriend! Over here!" "Smile!" "Harry, you faggot! Is that a beard?" Harry's jaw tenses but he does his best to ignore them--focusing on safely getting you to the car. You let out a small scream as one of the paparazzi step on the hem of your skirt, tearing the light fabric from ankle length to knee length in one rip. Harry turns around and examines the tear, making sure you're all right. "That's really rude, mate," he says calmly, although you can tell he's fighting back anger. "Not cool."
Louis: He lets out a deep sigh as the camera flashbulbs begin to go off, blinding you both as you leave the Starbucks. "Ready babe?" he says quietly, your hand in one hand and his drink in the other. "I suppose," you reply warily, hating the crowds and cameras. He gives your hand a comforting squeeze as you both head down the street towards his flat, the paps following close behind. "Hey, Louis! Let's see some angry shots for the front cover of The Sun tomorrow!" one calls out, and before you know it you feel someone tearing the sleeve of your dress. "Hey!" you call out, watching the torn blue fabric flutter to the sidewalk. Louis immediately stops and crosses his arms, turning to face the paps. "Listen, dickhead. You can do anything you want to me but once you start messing with people I care about it's not going to fly. I'd like to shove that camera down your throat but for now I'll have to settle for this," he says simply, ripping the lid off his coffee and tossing it at the guilty pap. You bite back laughter and kiss his cheek as you both continue down the street. "You okay, love?"
Niall: "And here they are," he sighs, glancing out the window and wrapping his arm around your waist. "Just try to ignore them, okay?" You nod and lean close against his chest as you both squeeze through the crowd and squint from the blinding camera flashes. The crowd of paps surge, pushing closer as you and Niall struggle to walk towards his Range Rover. You let out a gasp as one of the paparazzi's watch catches on your skirt, tearing a giant gash across your polka dot dress. "Hey!" Niall calls out, pulling you closer to him and sending an icy glare at the offending cameraman. "You need to back up, ya cunt!" The man's eyes widen as he continues snapping pictures. "You all right, babe?" Niall says quietly, still glaring at the camera man.
Zayn: Your eyes widen at the growing crowd of paparazzi outside of the venue and Zayn quickly reaches over and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. The award show had been great, but walking through the crowd of paps in your floor-length gown was going to be a struggle. "Want me to carry you?" he offers with a small smile, noticing your wary glances at your skirt and heels. "No," you laugh, leaning against his shoulder as you both start to push through the crowd. The paps push closer, forcing you and Zayn even closer than you'd been before. "Hey!" Zayn shouts, noticing as a paparazzi steps on the hem of your dress, purposely dragging the train with his shoe to make it tear. "My dress!" you gasp, watching as Zayn's eyes darken with anger and his jaw tenses. "Listen he-" Zayn begins angrily, but you give his hand a squeeze. "It's fine, let's go," you say quietly, just wanting to leave.
[inspired by Liam's somewhat recent tweet hehe]
Anonymous asked: Is it just me or does someone else think Harry's voice is sounding very strained? Idk, like he can't hit some of the high notes like before. And on stage, you can see him really struggling to be steady with his voice.
1D Preferences #620: Subtle sadness and...
Harry: He notices when your eyes become tired and your voice becomes distant in the conversation, the topic swaying to a part of the past you don't want to remember. Without thinking, he reaches out and squeezes your palm under the table, giving you a small and private smile and quickly changing the subject so he doesn't see you hurt.
Niall: He sees your eyes darken and your lips subtly curl into a frown as you scroll down your twitter timeline. He gently pries the phone from your fingers and tosses it aside, wrapping you in a hug from behind and pulling you onto his lap as he mumbles comforting words and quiet compliments.
Liam: He automatically notices when your bright personality dims and your eyes stay focused on the floor. He politely ends his conversation and makes his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek, an unspoken consolation that he's right there, he's always going to be there.
Louis: He catches the subtle nail biting and fake yawns, showing your uncomfortable sadness with the conversation at hand. He places his palm on the small of your back and pulls you closer, rubbing small circles on your back as he quickly diverts the conversation to a lighter topic.
Zayn: He catches the change in your voice automatically, he knows you're sad although he's not sure why. He pulls you into his arms and holds you tight, keeping you safe and warm as your tears leave watermarks on his jumper and he promises everything will be all right as you pull yourself together enough to explain.
Anonymous asked: Do you have a link for all the preferences that has mythical creatures like mermaids, werewolves, vampires... ?
Anonymous asked: Do you have like a master list of all your preferences
1D Preferences #619: Losing and taking the...
Harry: "It's all my fault," he growls, burying his head in his hands and running his fingers through his curls. "No it's not," you assure him, gently rubbing his back. "You guys were nominated against a lot of tough competition." He shakes his head and frowns. Part of him knows the boys don't blame him (did they ever?) but he can't help but blame himself. If he hadn't messed up that one note in Little Things maybe they would've won the award. "You'll get the next one," you say softly, slowly running your fingers through his hair. "I guess," he mumbles, slightly less upset. "You're right."
Niall: "Fuck!" he shouts, kicking the sofa backstage. "I can't believe we lost! I should have tweeted about voting more, I should have done something more," he continues, his voice softening. "Sweetheart," you say calmly, leaning on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. "It's one award of the hundreds you guys have won, it's not your fault." He nods slowly and takes a deep breath. "Right," he says softly, adjusting his tie. "I'm not going to be a sore loser about this...The Wanted deserved it as much as we did, maybe..." You bite back a smirk and kiss his cheek. "Right, so let's go back out there, yeah?"
Louis: "We would've won this stupid award if someone better was in the band instead of me," he says suddenly, breaking the extremely quiet silence of disappointment that'd filled the car the whole drive home. "Louis," you begin with disbelief. "No, don't 'Louis' me! My voice is weak, I'm not the best looking lad out there...I'm letting the boys down," he says softly, his eyes shining with tears. "Louis!" you grab the steering wheel and pull the car over, parking it in an empty lot. "That's all bull shit! You're gorgeous, talented...you never let any of those boys down. They love you, Lou. It's not your fault you lost and it's just an award! This award doesn't measure all of the amazing things you lads have done," you exclaim, placing your hand on his cheek. "You're amazing."
Zayn: "Damn it," he growls, punching a pillow on the couch. "I thought we were going to win...I should've tried harder." You quietly watch him let off steam and rant, waiting for the part where his hard outer shell cracks as always. "I just...I think it's my fault and I let them down," he says finally, his voice quiet and small. "You didn't let them down and it's not your fault...I know I can't convince you but you're going to realize that it isn't. You did the best you could--all of you did--it's just one award, babe, only one," you say quietly, kissing his cheek and wrapping him tight in a hug.
Liam: "This sucks," he begins, resting his elbows on his knees and running his fingers through his hair. "We were so close, we would've won that award if I had done better on our last performance or maybe if I hadn't shaved my head or something..." You raise an eyebrow at his nonsense theories and place your hand on his arm. "Liam that's all bullshit and you know it," you say firmly, biting your lip. "It was tough competition and you and the boys did the best you could, there's no one to blame except for the people who gave the award. They must be deaf," you joke, smiling as he lets out a quiet chuckle.
Anonymous asked: did you have a link or tag for prefs that ur famous also?
1D Preferences #618: What he tweets while on a...
Niall: "Relaxin in the sand having some great craic with my girl ! Just what I needed after a long tour !"
Louis: "Me and @yourtwittername look like lobsters, sexy lobsters! #NextTimePackSunscreen :)"
Harry: "@yourtwittername loves the way the salty ocean breeze rustles my curls in the wind, I agree .xx"
Liam: "juuust taught y/n how to surffff hahaha she's not very good, such a silly headdd :)"
Zayn: "You're my summer love @yourtwittername ! Aha, loving the beach with you :) xx"
Anonymous asked: your glass preference was beautifully written like it was a different style of writing but it was a good kind of different :)
Anonymous asked: Do you have a link to all your " twitter preferences ", since everybody is complaining about how good they're. I need those kind of imagines. lol. Love your blog, a lot. Xxxxx
Anonymous asked: So, this picture came up on my dash and I thought it was you but it turns out that it was a person from some band called '5th Harmony'. - I have no idea who they are but apparently they're well known... Anyway, has anyone ever told you that she looks like you? Sorry if you don't like her and I've just insulted you btw! xx