Imagines

“yes?” his voice interrupted the first ring as he was always punctual when it came to phone calls. oh how you missed that raw raspy ness of him midst sleep.

“harry,” you peeped out.

“it’s 3am.” he grumbled in the slightest.

“i know, I’m sorry.”

he deeply sighs, and then does his vitalizing routine where he yawns and then shuffled throughout his bedding a little to make himself sit slightly up. it’s what he always did, when you woke him up and you were together.

“S’thought we were on the same page here.”

“me too.” you breathed out. “but that was before-“

“before what?” he interrupts slight tease in his voice mixed with slight utter curiousity.

“before I realized how much I can’t live without you.”

“petal, you know s’isn’t the greatest thing to tell me now.” he yawns again, this time at a higher octave.

“it took me a while to realize what I wanted.” you admitted.

“ya too late I’m afraid...”

“what? what do you?”

“jus kidding. bet’cha really got ya there, didn’t I?”

you cross your arms, even though he can’t see it. “not funny.”

“can we talk later? I’m getting sleepy again...”

“wait,”

he exhales. “yes...”

“love me please.”

soft chuckles come from your iPhone speaker. “if you want that, you’re gonna have to come over here.”

without hesitation, you hang up your call. you drop your phone in your purse, darting to your front door and grabbing your keys hanging up from the coat rack. your dog looks at you clearly vigilantly puzzled, but drowsily becomes unconscious once again. it’s almost as if he knows.

that drive. the ten minute drive to his house was the longest one of your life. every street corner, every light, every townhouse looked familiar yet different. time had shifted.

you pulled into the driveway, slamming on the breaks jarringly in order to not hit the garage door. anxiety came rampant, but at the same time you felt a feeling of exhilaration as you were back to the place where you felt more at home.

you walk up to the porch, eye contact straight ahead, not paying attention to anything frivolous in the background. you ring the doorbell; there is no answer. fumed, you turn the other direction to hang by his porch when suddenly a Velvet green robe appears out of the corner of your eye.

“i was not gonna go back to bed after that.” he whispered in that low serene tone you had yearned for.

you smiled brightly running into his secure embrace. he perched a kiss on your forehead, squeezing you with a surplus of contentment. he picks up your small frame and carries you into the bedroom.

it’s pitch black, the only familiarity you have are his muscular arms tucked under your elbows like a security blanket, keeping you safe.

he plops you down gingerly, sniggering as he sees your hair out of place. you look adorable being frazzled, even though at the same time he hates to see you in this state.

you wince at the uncanny glare of his iPhone flashlight stings your eyes. “harry!”

“your hair is out of place petal. jus’ fixing it for ya.”

chills erupt as he strokes the front of your hair out of your face, making a circular motion around your head as he brings it towards the back. he smiles lethargically, proud of his accomplishment in his drowsy state.

“there,” he says. “now i can see your beautiful face.”

“you really were just waiting for me to come back weren’t cha?”

he snorts. “babe, you should ask yourself the same question.” you hadn’t noticed your head perched now on his shoulder and your arm locked over his waist.

you can feel the blood rush to your cheeks. “i never want to be without you,” you whisper, a hint of melancholy hitting your tone.

“why are you here?” you demand, tempted to shut the door in his face at this moment.

“i live here too and secondly i love you y/n.” he retorted. 

you huffed with a hint of a scowl in your voice. he may still live here, you thought, but this isn’t his home. 

his belongings were scattered on the tile floor ranging anywhere from old beatles’ records to his favorite pair of gucci booties. you hd thought twice about at least having the decency to organize his “prized” jigsaw puzzle collection back into its respective box, but you were too incensed to tamper with it. 

but god did you admire him. oh yes, in your opinion, he was a goof when you had met him and even more cliche as your relationship unraveled. you couldn’t imagine a life without him, your love was like being blindfolded on a trip to Europe. 

until now, when it had backfired. 

“are you finished?” you snarked, tapping your foot impatiently. on the stove, the pot full of quinoa boiled unanimously as well. 

“we never said I was leaving?” he protested.

“well WE never said you were welcome either.”

harry chortled, a smirk breaking from his rosy lower lip. "come on y/n, you are being so ridiculous."

"you know what's ridiculous? you being in LA for nearly a week and not telling me!" you challenge, getting ready to patch his eyes violet. you kicked the old box of stuff against his designer plastered saint laurent boots. your favorite.

harry agitated his head, disapprovingly. he let out an intolerant sigh. "I said I was sor-" His eyebrows flustered as your eye contact became disengaged with him, peering down his shoes.

that was his favorite thing about you. the habit of constant eye contact you would have when you would partake in profound conversation. however, this wasn't the part that he adored the most. the way you would get raveled in the minuscule but bijou type of constituents, irreverent to the situation.

he picked up your hand, smiling like a feen. "baby are you listening to me?" he chuckled at you.

you scowled, swatting away his gentle hand. "you never called me while you were on tour. the least you could have done is call me when you have a small break in the town we live in." you shouted, hint of non-confrontation in his voice.

"come on!" harry said, tempting you with his shiny green orbs. "are you really gonna throw the past three years away."

"you threw it away yourself harry, when you stopped keeping in contact with me," you responded, bluntly. you drowned your hot water from the quinoa into the colander, waiting for it to cool down.

he leans his neck onto the marble countertop, giving his signature wink. "I know you were looking a look at my boots."

" I love so many things about you harry but it's just not enough." you replied, your voice waving and hoarse.

he cupped his hands over your breasts, fiddling with them for a few seconds. he exhaled keenly, his cold breath tickling your neck. you bit your lip, trying to hide the feelings that began to arise.

his unbroken lips began to trace your jawline, the feeling of arosement as his honed jawline chaffed the side of yours as his smooth teeth left a line around your neck. "is this enough?" he whispered, his voice as soft as melted chocolate.

“how much longer?” the chilly new york wind swifted past you and harry, making your hair dance in a downtempo motion. the midnight full moon peeked out of the radiating new york lights, making the insomniac city still look at play.

harry looked up from his phone, smirking at your drowsy eyelids, dark circles encoding the sides. he presses his lips against an uncovered neck area on your trenchcoat, sending oozing goosebumps. “all in good time sleepy.”

“i’m not tired!” you protested, but the way your body was positioned told harry otherwise. you leaned to the right for a second, pleased with yourself until you had angled yourself too far. 

harry latched onto your arm and caught you and buried your face into his coat. he ran his fingers gently through your thick hair, humming cigarette daydreams softly to himself and beaming reminiscing the fun evening you two had. all settled, you tucked your arm under his armpit, drifting off.

then the uber arrived, only about a minute later than expected. you were now almost in a deep slumber, your body tucked under his like a coverup of some kind. harry embraced the challenge of getting you into the darkened vehicle, making sure you were buckled in safely, laying you down gingerly on 3/4 of the cushions, placing your purse at your feet, and tying your hair back so it wouldn’t develop bedhead and complain later on. 

“that movie was awful,” you slurred, scratching your head in lack of appease. “i don’t even know why you like chick flicks all of a sudden.” you tapped your fingers onto the leather window seals, the window’s reflection concluding as the cab made its descent from the centre. 

“i’ll try to watch the movie before we see it next time,” he assured teasingly, chuckling at your half child like state. your pupils were now dilated, and you hitched your feet on the passenger’s seat, making you look needy. 

“harry?” the illusion of your boyfriend appears zoning away, fiddling with the multiple rings on his hands.

“yes baby?” his face brightens at the way you weave his name into a word. he loves it so much that it always captivates his attention in any given situation.

you think about dinner. you remember the piece of bread you guys split, harry insisting on the larger piece because his trainer said he needed more carbs. the euphoria you felt as your noses intertwined when the lights dimmed in the theatre. the way he pursed his lips as he tried to win in pacman. the night was spectacular.

“i love spending time with you.”

harry looked at you in disbelief, hint of sarcasm in his expression. “really?” 

“yes. i want to do stuff like this with you in the future.”

he crossed his arms, hooking them around his skull and laid down on the right side of the shadowed car, his noodle curls brushing onto your thick hood. “well i’m sure that more ‘stuff’ can be arranged.”

you flipped off your hoodie, a pout dispersed on your lips. “stop making fun of me harry.” you turn over, breathing on the cushiony grey seats.

“y/n,” he whines, rubbing your shoulders soothingly.

you turn back over and vigorously shake your head: there you boyfriend is huddled up and a dismantled as somber little boy. “i forgive you.” you press your lips onto his, colliding like glue. 

“i’m glad,” he says, pulling away with content unmasking on his peachy skin. “you should forgive me more often. “ he winks. 

“um, not a chance!” you reply back, getting back upright. 

you place your head on the cooling glass windows, the dimmed street lights making you appear orange. outside, the stars beam rays of joyful light. serene music bops softly, chilling out your ears as you start to drift off to sleep once again.

“the stars are so calming.” you observe in awe. one eye is half open and the other is closed, but you are still reflecting.

“being here with you calms me down.” harry chimed in, nuzzling up to you like a kitten. 

your hormones run rampant in response. “cuddle with me then.”

a pair mocha eyes gleam through the sunroof of the coffee shop you work at, on a particularly sunny but chilly morning in ohio. the man, shy smile on his face, rubs his hands together. he blinks over and over again before heading to the counter to make his choice. “um-m-m-,” he says body at a slight shake. 

“hi,” you respond, noticing his discomfort. you gave him a genuine grin and changed your body language to look casual to make him look at ease.

“s-s-s-sorry,” he stutters again, flusteringly wiping his forehead with drips of sweat dribbling down his cheeks. “i just wanted some of your coffee.” his voice whispers.

“coming right up,” you say as if nothing with him seemed wrong.he sits down, hovering at the wide idents in the table. you notice how he gingerly traces the tips of his pointer finger over and over again.

your boss gives you a sharp glare and you realize you’re distrait self has overflowed the ceramic cup with a tie-dye design printed. you scowl mentally and grit your teeth as you hear a light chortle. you look up and you see it’s the boy again, scanning down as soon as he notices your gaze, covering his mouth. 

you wipe down the sides of the cup and walk over to meet the awkward boy once again.“here you go,” you speak nonchalantly. “one small cup of coffee.” you hand him the cup and he picks it up using three fingers of his left hands. the drink is unsteady, drops spluttering over the table and puddles dabbling the tile floor as he places it down.

“i-i-can clean it up,” he offers, crouching down to wipe the floors with his napkin.

“it’s fine,” you insist, crouching down to his level to clean up the mess. but as you reach the edge of the table, your head collides with his.

“im sorry,” you both say together in unison. 

“i’m tyler,” he introduces. “y/n,” you answer back, your eyes are in a trance by his ovallike tanned face structure. “so is this really the best cup of coffee in town?”

“what?” “i hear things.” “oh...” a lightbulb goes off your neurons as you comprehend now to what he is talking about. “i’ve actually never had it. i’m more of a tea drinker myself.” “you can have some if you want.” “i’m really supposed to be working tyler I-” he interrupts you by picking the cup off the table and sliding it to your knees. you stare into the opaque liquid which reflects off of tyler’s sly dimples the prickle onto his face as he awaits your response.

you take the biggest gulp and your life and you linger to see how your tastebuds will react. it’s bitter, but there’s a part that tastes milky, like a glimmer of hope was tangled inside of it. it wasn’t as tasteless as you remember it being.

“so you like it?” “yeah.” “great! then i’m gonna get an extra cup for josh!” he chippers, getting up to his feet. “who’s josh?” you ask. you don’t know why he’s being so casual with you all of a sudden. “he’s my best friend and my band mate. and he loves coffee, which might make him and even better person.” you pretend to appear offended. “wow thanks tyler.”

It’s late. You had nearly just dropped everything to come home early from your trip back home. You were an Oregon native and since you and Harry were in LA for the weekend you thought you make a trip back since it was fairly close.

Your lips quivered as you inserted the key into your flat with Harry. You dropped your suitcase, fuming to find your wallet. You couldn’t remember if you had dropped in your purse or not.

You held the emotions in, just waiting until you had a moment tomorrow to release them alone. The clock read nearly 1am and you knew Harry’s sleeping schedule he was not gonna be awake now.

You slid onto the couch, opening your phone. There was a text awaiting. Your pulse thrashed as you opened the message. Have a nice fucking life Y/N, it read. You exhaled but nearly choked on your windpipe. This sent you into light whimpers.

You perceived the sound of blankets shuffling. You turned your head to see a shabby-half-awake-looking Harry. He rubbed his eyes drowsily and yawned like a human cow. “Y/N?” He asked clearly confused. “What are you doing home so early? Did you have a good trip?”

You shook your head, gazing at your feet. “Can I just come to bed?” As if right on cue, the tears fell quickly and sobs erupted from the source. You tried to whip them away but they stubbornly continued.

“Baby?” Harry’s eyes widened, becoming fully awake. “Oh baby what’s the matter?” He rushed by your side, rubbing your forehead. His face was grim, he clearly was worrying himself into panic.

“Me annn- Y/BF/N haddd-,” You mumbled but you couldn’t even finish your phrase as your melancholy took over. “Harry I think it’s never gonna be the same again."

Harry shook his head, disagreeing with you. He embraced you into his arms. And not to soon picked you up, supporting your feet with his hands. He cradled you, whispering inaudible words in your ears. You felt alleviate, you loved him so much. He sent kisses on your temple over and over until you caved in and held his hand.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, “ He promised, rocking your gently. “Now please don’t cry. Because if you continue I might cry. “ You stirred a little, the dark memories coming in and out. “Shhhhhh,” He cooed. “You need some more sleep. Let’s go to bed yehh?”

Your crying hushed as he carried you into your pitch black bedroom. He attempted at putting you down, but you refused to let go. You hung onto to him like a monkey, listening to his heartbeat. And you were obsessed with the way he massaged your back; nice and neat but not painful. “Please don’t let me move.” You requested.

Harry wanted to give you the whole world. He wasn’t gonna give up until you were happy. He smiled a little. He wrapped his arms around you, chills going through you as you felt some security. “You’re safe with me. Let’s sleep. Today was rough but I’m here. And I love you more than anything.” 

“I’m so sorry I woke you.” You retorted, trying to stop your crying session. “I love you too.” 

“Don’t worry baby,” He assured, caressing your hair. He swayed you side to side to calm your stressors. “I want you to feel happy. That’s all I care about right now.”

Harry: You worked part time usually so when you got home it was around 1ish, so you usually just found some way to occupy yourself until Harry showed up around 4:30. Today was highly the opposite. You often had social plans, but today you managed to convince your boss to let you leave early because of an excruciating toothache you were experiencing. So right when you passed through the threshold of your flat with Harry you attempted at taking care of yourself. You gathered up some magazines, your favorite movies snacks, and a blanket because of the nippy weather. You took a nibble into your apple you picked out, and right then your tooth popped out, causing the incision to be dripping with blood. You began to wept softly until someone familiar bypasses into the flat. “Y/N I’m home early!” Harry called, ruffling when perceived to be groceries. He awaited about a minute for your response. “Y/N?” He finally catches on as you observed him dashing into the living room in a complete shocked state. “Baby what happened?” He questioned, picking a tissue out of his pocket and whipping your chin. “I had a t-t-toothache and I bite into an apple and-d-d,” You trembled, not even being able to reform your worries into words. “It hurts-s.” Harry brought you into his embrace and began to examine you. “Baby I'm sorry but we need to call your dentist right now. I can’t let this go unwatched.” He informed you firmly, gripping onto your hand and guiding you outside into his Range Rover. He dialled the number, speaking briefly for about a minute to your dentist who advised you come and get checked right away. As your crying gets harder, Harry helped you into the car. “Easy love,” He instructed, buckling your seatbelt before his own. “Shh. It’s gonna be okay.” The dentist had to place on some dissolveable stitches. “No, no, no!” You refused burrying your face into his black sweater. “Y/N, just let them do their job baby. He wants to help you. It’s just one pinch.” He rocked you in his arms as the sobs only increased, he was worried sick. But when the dentist administered the Novacaine, you jolted awake in bed with no memory of the activity. Harry comforted you until you stirred asleep, cuddling and rubbing your back.

Liam: You’re inside the studio with Liam and the rest of the boys, watching them record their new album. You dance along to ‘Best Song Ever’ as it softly bangs through the recording booth. It’s a bad habit; you’ve done it ever since you’ve spent time with Liam here. Suddenly, you lose balance and trip over a cord, landing straight in your bum. “OWW!” You cried out as you feel immense pain in your foot. “Be quiet over there!” The producer remarked, his tolerance at a minimum. When Liam completed the parts with the boys and his solo lines, he stormed out of the booth to check on you. You were still howling but you someone could hold on it in. “Y/N oh my god!” Liam exclaimed, heading your direction. “Tell me what happened.” “I tripped over a cord.” You explained, sucking in your emotion. “It hurts so bad.” Liam shot an infuriating glare to his producer. “And why didn’t anyone tell me?” He demanded, giving you a weak smile as he curled you in his arms. “Babe, don’t stress we’ll get you to a hospital now.” You ended up being admitted to the hospital sporting a broken leg and you needed to have it adjusted with surgery. But Liam was there to get you through it and when you returned home he assisted you up the stairs so you two could watch Toy Story together :)

Louis: It had been an extended long day at the university you attended. In all your classes you had extra homework for you to work on. But when you got home, all you wanted to do was relax so that’s what you did; you slipped into your bed. Louis had taken the day off because he had just gotten back playing a few shows out of the UK. He trotted through your bedroom, giving you a very confused gaze. “Y/N, are you alright?” He asked, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied. Louis frowned, and then created a straight face. "Alright love, if you need anything let me know." Involuntary, your stomach starts throb, making the pain unbareable to even move a muscle. You began to feel chilly, but when you covered yourself with a blanket you felt like you had entered the gates of hell. You cried out in apprehensiveness and there Louis was, right at your side. "Love, why would you fib to me like that?" He rhetorically asked you. He has his phone in one hand, making cross eyes as he dials the number for the advice nurse. "They wanna know where it hurts." You winced at that word, feeling like your whole body could explode in a moment. Louis rubbed his hand around your stomach and felt your forehead. He frowned with pity. "Have you been taking any poops lately Y/N?" He tried to question you seriously but he couldn't help by laughing You managed to chop out a giggle. "Yeah I did this morning." You said gruffly, blushing as he looked back at you. "A home call doctor is coming to check on you. She thinks you might have a bacterial infection. Dun dun dun dun." You frowned and tears stroked down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. "Oh no love I was just joking I know you'll be fine. Let’s cuddle yeh?”

Niall: It was late one night and you & Niall were nearly drunk after his latest concert. “I’m bored,” You complained, rubbing your neck against his shoulder. “Then let’s go dancing outside.” He suggested grabbing you and putting you on his shoulders. You giggled as he led you outside onto your patio. He swung you off his shoulders and you began to stomp your feet and wiggle your arms. You stumbled as Niall attempted at swinging you around, landing on your knees. “OW OW OWWW!” You shouted, wincing in pain. You gritted your teeth as your didn’t want Niall to see you crying. “Princess, what happened to your knee?” “I think I need a prosthetic like you.” You teased, breathing heavily. Niall rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile. “Very funny... this is serious Y/N, you have a nail in your knee.” You sighed. It was your fault for trying to finish the gazebo too quickly. You must’ve left a nail. “Shit!” “It looks like the nail had tetanus. The good news is the infection hasn’t spread so if we give you the vaccine and keep you overnight for observation you can go home.” The doctor explained with a smile. She wrote down some notes as she exited the room. “Thank god.” Your boyfriend breathed massaging your hair. “Niall...I still have to get a shot.” Niall frowned but then squeezed your hand. “I don’t get why you’re afraid you are the bravest person I know. But I’ll be here if you need me.” You made it through without even a tear. “God damn.” Niall exclaimed winking at you. “You are such a trooper. Let’s go home. We can drink more pints another time.” The doctor shook her head in disappointment.

You went to bed at 12:00 last night, after having a fun night with your friends. You hoped that the next day you would get to sleep in as usual, but at about almost 8:30 in the morning, your mom wakes you up.

“Y/N, it’s time to get up for the dentist, sweetheart. You have a check up today.” She tells you soft-spoken and calm.

“How come you didn’t tell me this before? I don’t want to go!” You growl, throwing a pillow.

You’ve always hated going to the dentist. Your last trip the dentist pulled out a tooth with no novacaine and refused to prescribe any medication. You were especially scared when you heard that there was a new dentist replacing him. You thought he might be just as bad as your last one so you didn’t want to take a chance.

Your mom sighs. “Look sweetie, I don’t understand why you don’t like the dentist. Your 16 now. It’s not that bad, your only going in for a teeth cleaning and I heard that your new dentist is very nice.” You groan, and your mom gives you a look.

You proceed to your closet, picking out an outfit of a tank and high wasted denim shorts with Converse high tops.

You go into the bathroom and add light makeup, and curl a few strands of your hair.

Then you go down the stairs super slowly hoping that you’ll miss your appointment.

You go into the kitchen and notice that your mom has just made you waffles. You sit down and begin to eat them. You thought that was nice of her to make them for you, but you’re still not willing to go to the dentist.

“I felt so bad that you’re still so scared, so I made these for you. Enjoy, Y/N.” States your mom.

“Thanks for making them for me Mom,” You say after taking your last bite. “But I’m still not going.” You cross your arms to know your resisting.

“Honey, I don’t want to yell at you, but you need to go. I’ve rescheduled your appointment several times. And plus in a few years, you’ll be going by yourself to the dentist. And you need to have that as experience, right?” She responds.

You nod, but you still do not want to go.

You saunter into the car, your mom giving you ‘Stop trying to make us late’ looks as you enter the front seat.

A few minutes later you arrive at the dentist, your mom having to drag you out of the parking lot.

When you get into the office, you slump down into a chair far away from the door, hoping that the the hygienist or nurse wouldn’t spot you when it was your turn.

Your mom is already at the reception desk checking you in. “I have an appointment for my daughter Y/N, Y/LN.” You overhear her tell.

“Oh yes. Please wait for a few minutes. They will call you shortly.” She instructs, as your mom finds a seat.

Your mom observes that you aren’t there so she glances the room and sees you about to open the door making a break from it.

“You are not going anywhere Y/N Y/MN Y/LN!” She shouts grabbing your sweatshirt and taking you towards the front of the room, causing at few people to look at you two.

You finally get situated but your still very uncomfortable with this whole thing. You look towards the door. You think it’s worth another shot.

But just as your about to run, a young lady with dark brown curly hair maybe in about her late twenties comes, stopping you in your tracks. “Y/N Y/LN,” She calls in a posh British accent.

You give your hand a slight raise, and that’s easy for her to know your the next patient.

As she begins to lead you down an extremely long hallway, you begin to get super nervous; you get tense and you hands start sweating.

“A little nervous, are we?” She questions you with a slight smile.

“Yeah.” You manage to speak out, quietly.

“Well I can assure you he is an excellent dentist, Y/N.” She assures, as you and her enter the room.

“What’s your name again?” You wonder, thinking about giving her credit for not making the beginning of your appointment that bad.

“Eleanor.” She smiles back.

That name seemed awfully familiar to you. Eleanor, right! It finally came to you. She’s married to Louis Tomlinson from One Direction, a group that you had loved when you were 12. You remembered a few weeks ago seeing in an article that she’s a part time dental hygienist now. Now One Direction are all in their mid twenties and the band was on hiatus for a little bit so they all had part time or full time real jobs.

“Okay Y/N, will you please get on the chair so I can quickly clean your teeth before the dentist comes and checks them.” She orders very nice and polite.

You shake your head no and run to the back of the room staying back from her.

Eleanor comes back and pats you on the shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you, love. I don’t even know how to look for cavities. I’m just going to clean your teeth, is that okay with you?” She tells nicely.

You hesitate but then get back on the chair. After all Eleanor is being very nice.

You cringe just a little bit as she brings back your chair. You also finch when she turns the light on.

She puts on her mask. “Open, Y/N.” She says sweetly.

You aren’t really scared anymore so you open your mouth, letting Eleanor paint your teeth with fluoride and clean them.

When she finishes, she goes into the small sink near the door, takes off her gloves and mask and washes her hands.

“Good job, love. Dr. Tomlinson will be in to see you in a moment.” She praises as she press the button for you chair to come up.

You were speechless. Louis Tomlinson was your new dentist? You begin to grow nervous. He’s a singer in a band, he’s not qualified to be your dentist!

You were terrified, especially when he enters the room with a white lab coat and scrubs.

“Hello love,” He greets as he stands by your chair. “I’m Dr. Tomlinson, your new dentist.”

“Hi…” You manage to say, even though your at a loss for words.

“Okay so it looks like here on your file that Dr. Stein; your past dentist, lost your X-rays when he left so we’ll just have to take some more.” He says with a smile.

He pulls out the X-ray camera towards your face and then a little plastic tab.

“Bite down on this love and give me a lovely smile.” He instructs, placing a gray apron over you. You do as told. You’re still scared…but you find that X-rays won’t do anything to your teeth.

He presses down a button, and with that your X-rays are done. He then proceeds to put on his mask and gloves and then lowers the seat. “Open up, Y/N.” You keep your mouth tight shut.

You start shaking and then you climb off the chair making a break for it, but Dr. Tomlinson is already blocking the door.

“Are you a little nervous, love?” He asks, concerned.

You nod slightly, and fall onto the ground. You want to be okay but everytime you open your eyes, you picture him with an evil grins laughing and making your teeth hurt. You don’t notice, but suddenly your face is covered and tears and Dr. Tomlinson looks still very concerned.

“Don’t hurt me. Please.” You beg not knowing if this is something your imagining or not.

Dr. Tomlinson gives you a nice smile. “Love, I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to check your teeth.” He takes his index finger and strokes your nose. You can’t help but smile a bit.

You get back into the chair and Dr. Tomlinson grins at you. “Open.”

You resist a bit, but then you finally open your mouth. Dr. Tomlinson looks very impressed.

He then starts tapping on your teeth with one of his tools. Everything looks great until he taps on one of your front teeth.

“Ow!” You let out a painful cry.

“Love, I think you have a small cavity. Have you ever had one before?” He ask-explains.

“No. I’ve always had good teeth. And I brush really well.” You tell him.

“That’s good to know. No worries love. You might have just missed a spot.” He convinces. “Would you like me to take care of it?”

You nod, wanting the pain to go away right away. How were you going to eat with this cavity? The thought of it scared you.

You felt like by this time you could trust Dr. Tomlinson so you lay down and opened you mouth.

The minute you saw a needle coming towards you, you closed your mouth.

Dr. Tomlinson sighed. “Love, it’s not going to hurt you. It’s just a slight pinch and then it’s over with. Then you won’t be able to feel anything else that might hurt if you didn’t have the needle.”

“I just don’t like Needles. I don’t want that thing it my mouth!” You whine, turning your back to him.

Dr. Tomlinson leaves the room for a second and comes back with another young dentist who looks a few years younger than Dr. Tomlinson. You recognize him as Harry Styles, the womanizer and player in One Direction. He was your favorite in the group as a tween. You can’t help but swoon as he stands over you.

“Hey love, Dr. Tomlinson tells me that your having trouble getting this cavity filled so he called me and I’m going to help. I’m Dr. Styles by the way.” He announces to you.

“I’m really really scared of getting a shot. I’m frickin’ 16!” You cry out, tears coming down your face.

“Aww…love. Please don’t cry. It’s okay…I used to be afraid too.” He supports, giving you a worried and upset look. “Would you like me to hold your hand and give you the shot?” You nod, trusting Harry.

He holds your hand tight. “Love, please open your mouth for me.” You open it very wide, just for Dr. Styles. You see him smirk at Dr. Tomlinson. “Thank you. Now I’m going to give you the shot, okay?” He administers the shot and you cry out but Dr. Styles squeezes your hand tighter so it covers the slight pain.

“See Y/N, it wasn’t so bad was it?” He wonders.

“Can you fill the rest of my cavity?” You ask politely, with half your lip numb.

Dr. Styles shakes his head. “I’m very sorry love but I’ve got other patients to see, otherwise I would stay. But Dr. Tomlinson is a lovely dentist so he’ll finish from here. It shouldn’t hurt anymore. Bye love.” And he leaves the room.

“Do you need some laughing gas, love?” Dr. Tomlinson quizzes you politely.

You nod, not wanting to take a chance if something were to happen.

You were asleep during the whole procedure and you didn’t feel a thing. You were a little bit squirmy though.

Dr. Tomlinson wakes you up. “Y/N, were done. Bit down on this for me and open.” You open your mouth and he inserts the gauze in. “You may leave now. You were a great patient.”

You were still high on the gas. “Louis! From One Direction! Everyone Louis filled my cavity!” You holler very loud. Dr. Tomlinson blushes.

“So I take it you are a fan?” He asks, smiling.

“Of course I am!” You yell once again, causing a few hygienists to look into your room.

“Y/N, please tell your mum that you need to go see an Orthodontist as soon as possible. There’s one a few blocks from here. His name is Dr. Horan, and he’s super nice.” He says as he leads you out to the waiting area.

Dr. Tomlinson leads you to your mom. “Y/N’s teeth look pretty good Miss Y/LN. She had a small cavity but that probably was just generic.”

“Can you ask Dr. Styles to clean my teeth next time?” You ask still very much high on the laughing gas.

Dr. Tomlinson laughs. “Sure, love. See you in six months! Take care Y/N!”

You go home from the dentist so tired as the drugs are wearing off. After that you decide the dentist isn’t that bad and you look forward to having two members of One Direction clean your teeth.

Tristian: He will lay you down on your back, giving you a sincere back massage as he strokes through your hair gently. Sometimes, you’ll be so relaxed you’ll fall asleep, drowning into his arms. But he usually doesn’t stop, continuing to relax you as his eyes get heavy, a big smile forming as he falls to sleep.

James: He will do what you like best, and that’s to kiss you. If you’re stressed out about something he will shut you up with a simple kiss, enough to have you smiling. Otherwise, with your cuddling sessions you feel like you can escape, him showing you how much he likes you.

Connor: Connor every night you will find him leaning against your side, his arms wrapped around you. He will usually let you bury yourself into the crook of his neck, gushing at how lucky he is to have you in his life, not anyone else.

Michael: “Babe I’m home!” Michael called, shutting the door behind him. “Y/N?” He walked through the kitchen and found you lying on the couch in the living room. “Y/N what are you doing hibernating? It’s not winter for god’s sake!” You wanted to laugh hard at his attempt to get you to smile, but you still felt very down in the dumps. You got up an blew into a tissue before beginning to speak, crossing your legs. “I failed my SATs Michael,” You explained, biting your lip. “Oh Y/N, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He said, pulling you into a hug, letting you pour your tears into his plaid shirt. “I just feel so dumb.” You explained. “You’re not dumb Y/N,” He assured. “Those tests are hard as fuck. You studied hard for those, I know you did. And I will help you study for the retake.” “Thanks Michael.” You told him, kissing him on the cheek. “No problem babe.” He said back. 

Calum: You were backstage, watching Calum get ready for the show he had that night. You couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at Calum. “Like what you see baby?” He teased, and you shoved him in response. “Hey, Y/N Paul’s giving it a go…so would you like to watch from the crowd?” “Of course, Cal!” You smiled at him, happy knowing you’d get to see him performing. Later that night, you found your seat in the front row. A few girls beside you gave you disgusted glances, but you just ignored them anticipating the boys’ opening performance. But when they began whispering, that’s when you paranoid. “That’s Calum’s girlfriend,” One of the girls murmured to the other clueless one. “She’s the virgin 23 year old.” The others giggled at her comment, while you felt like someone stabbed your heart.   “She’s so fat,” The other responded. “She can barely fit in that crop top.” You could now feel tears pricking your eyes when suddenly Calum emerged from the crowd, running over to you. “Hi baby I just wanted to see if you’re okay here.” He said in a caring tone. “Y/N…what’s wrong?” He pulled you aside to the stage door, and that’s just about when you burst into tears. “Baby,” He stated, beginning to caress your hair. “Those girls said something, didn’t they?” You nodded and he embracing you into his arms, stroking your scalp. “At first I could handle it, but then I actually heard what they we’re saying…I’m so sorry Cal.” “No, Y/N don’t apologize. How about you stay backstage with the One Direction lads and watch with the side, yeah?” “I’d like that a lot,” You admitted, holding on his hand as you went to a side wing. “You’re alright now?” Calum asked as a backstage guy put earplugs into his ears. “Because I can have the lads stall a while before I go on.” “No I’m okay Calum.” You assured, showing a weak smile. “No more tears okay? If you ever believe anything they say…remember that I love you a thousand times more.” He whispered, kissing your temple as he went off to the stage. 

Luke: Hate. That wasn’t something you got from being Luke’s boyfriend, in fact the fans did nothing but give you kindness. But still everyday you found yourself, well not comfortable with the way you were. You thought low of yourself all the time, but you didn’t want to tell Luke. Suddenly, it took a toll on you. You had no interest in doing your daily activities anymore, and being with your friends. “Y/N, Y/BF/N called,” Luke informed, emerging into your bedroom. “K.” That was just about all you said. Luke gave you a confused glance, and then he transitioned to look concerned. “Babe, what’s wrong? You haven’t done much in the past month or so, losing interest into everything I suggest.” He lectured, kissing you but you pulled back. “There’s nothing wrong with that but I’m worried about you.” “What’s the point anymore?” You murmured, crawling back into your bed. “WHAT?” Luke shouted, giving you a strict look. “I just don’t think anybody cares about me anymore. I’m so ugly and-” You were interrupted by your own pool of tears. “No, baby no.” He said in shock of what he was hearing. “I care a lot.” He sent several kisses on your cheek. “You’re beautiful, just look in the mirror for once babe.” “I just don’t think so.” He cupped his hands around your ears. “Y/N, I love you so much. Please don’t think of yourself this way. You have a purpose, I promise.” Chills were sent as he he spoke. “Y/N talk to me, please baby.” He begged, pressing his hands together. “You know what,” He started, picking up your home phone. “I’m going to have to take you to the doctor.” “WHAT NO!” You blurted out, taking the phone away from his hands. “If you aren’t gonna go to the doctor then, you have to be more open to talk to me, Y/N. You’re scaring me so much right now.” “Don’t be scared Luke,” You huddled up closer to him. “It’s just depression.” “Which is why I’m scared,” He pointed out, giving you eye contact. “Because I know for one that you’re the happiest person I’ve met.” You gave him a weak smile, knowing it was true.

You wake up to the bright sun, grimacing as it hits your face. "I'm hungry..." You groan, whining as you cough under breath. 

"Hello hungry, my name's Evan!" Your boyfriend replied, getting up pecking your neck passionately. "Y/N, you're warm." 

"So?" You answer back reluctantly, shifting your feet at the end of the bed. 

He chuckles at your tone. "So...you could be sick." He pointed out, shrugging. "And I'm not gonna date someone with diseases."

"It's just a fucking cold Ev," You reminded, rolling your eyes. "I don't have diseases." 

"Yet." He conveys with a smile tugged on his cheeks. "Now Dr. Peters says get back into bed, so get." He points back to your usual spot. 

You sigh but oblige, crawling back into the warmth of your covers. A few minutes later, he returns with some tea and some toast. 

"Thank you." You say, taking a bite of the toast. 

"You're welcome, babe." He says back, smiling at you with his deep dimples. 

When your finished to your surprise, Evan joins you back in your bed. "Are you cold?" He asks curiously. "Let's cuddle." 

He sends small kisses up and down face, and then proceeds to rub your back. "You look so stressed out when you're sick." He observes, ruffling your hair. "I hate seeing you like this."

"I don't even know how I'm supposed to respond?" You rhetorically reply back. 

He laughs again, kissing you blissfully. "I love you." He informs. "A lot if you didn't already know."

"And I love you." You added as you feel something hit the pit of your stomache. "Evan!" You forcefully cried out and you race into the bathroom. 

Evan follows pulling your long hair back as you throw up into the the toilet. "You're gonna be okay." He assured you as he wrapped you up in his hoodie. "I'll take care of you. I love you Y/N." He carries you back into bed. 

"What should I do now, Dr. Peters?" You ask jokingly, your voice coming out scruffily.  

"Get some rest or else..." He warns tucking you in. 

"Or else what?"

"You know what." He says, winking and kissing you, shutting the door before he leaves.