One Direction Preferences

Hello! It’s been such a lighthearted pleasure being part of this family! Every time I wrote a preference/imagine not once, had it NOT been fun.

I have two things to say:

 First, I kindly ask other accounts to source the preference or imagine they’re posting if it’s not one they came up with. I’ve also noticed that some accounts have a few of our writings and changed a couple of words.

It’s delighting to know (or at least think) that you’re posting these pieces because you find them pleasing to post it on your account, but please give credit.

 Secondly, I will be leaving this fabulous tumblr community to focus more on my writing and ideals outside social media but once again, it has been such an enjoyment!

HE SAYS SOMETHING CHEESY {1D PREFERENCE}

HARRY: “The best thing to hold onto is each other.”

NIALL: “I’ve finally found my place, it’s with you.”

LIAM: “I love you. I love every part of you.”

LOUIS: 

  Y/N: "Louis, why are you all giggly?” you laugh.

  Him: “I love you and you love me and the world is beautiful!”

Today’s Friday, so that means it’s goodbye! I had a wonderful time on here, meeting so many new people and making new friends. I want to thank you all for being so lovely, even when I was new to tumblr and was trying to work everything out. I feel so old writing this because that was such a long time ago ahaha. 

Goodbye and good luck, 

A/N: When you see H/N, you choose to imagine which ever member of the band to go along with the preference.

  I dedicate this to those who time and again, encounter hardships. Simply a reminder that self-harm should never be an option. Your value does not decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

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Taking a profound breath through gasps and tears, you tore through your room and then into the bathroom, pulling out your razor blade from the shower.

  ‘Can I actually do this?’ You asked yourself, it’s been so long. About five months since you had started dating H/N, you had not once cut yourself with a razor blade. This one thing that happened, made you lose it.

  Another tear rolled down your cheek and you trailed the blade down your skin. It did not feel as numb as it did five months ago. It hurt a bit, sure, but you could not help but feel relieved. 

  You did not notice H/N in the bathroom until he took the blade from your hands. Not once in the whole time you had known him had you seen him cry, but today you did.

“NO! WHY? Y/N WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS?” he yelled. He grabbed a nearby shirt from the sink table and wrapped it around your bleeding arm.

   You couldn’t breathe, your throat seemed to close every time you intended to speak. H/N held you, the both of you crying.

“For how much?” he asked after a few moments. His eyes were red, as well as his entire face.

“I can’t remember…”

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“We need to get you help (Y/N). I can’t let you hurt yourself.” he said as he rubbed your back gently.

I know I haven’t been able to update for a (very) long time now, and I really think you all deserve an explanation (although it’s fairly long). 

Below is info on my hiatus and what is going to happen with the blog (the other admins will still be active). 

I started this blog a while back, and I had a lot of fun over the past months, writing about this band that has brought me so many wonderful memories and talking to so many of you guys. For so long, it felt like this was a dream. I went from having a few followers to over six thousand of you guys; all of whom enjoyed my writing. It was such a strange feeling to me, that so many people loved my writing, anticipated the day when I would post a new preference, and I guess that was the thing that I liked most about writing on here; it was that I made so many of you happy. 

But I realised that I shouldn’t be sacrificing my own wellbeing for that; sometimes I have to come first. 

I guess the first truth is that I’ve been falling out of love with this band lately. This band, that had brought me so much happiness, was becoming, and has become, more difficult to write about. I didn’t, and don’t, have the same passion to write as I had when I started. I don’t like them as much as I did, I don’t listen to their songs anymore, or watch the latest interviews. I don’t follow the latest news anymore, or the tumblrs. I don’t think about the band in the same way as I had once before. 

This blog has also contributed to a large amount of my stress and anxiety. I began to become really stressed about not having the motivation to write about this band, because I knew that I was letting down you guys with empty promises of new updates and preferences that would never be completed; requests that I began writing but never finished. I wanted so badly to make you happy, but not being able to write made me stressed, and that made me anxious; more anxious than I already was, more anxious than I needed to be. To tell the truth, even now, I feel guilty for leaving. 

I also want to focus a little more on my studies now, especially my languages. 

I guess this leads to the question... What happens now?

I have decided I’m not going to delete this blog. 

I’m not sure if I’m going to delete the work I have written so far, or if will be leaving it up. If I do leave up the work, I will most likely also post whatever other small pieces of writing I find on my laptop (if I find any).

Any work that I have written so far that is not completed (eg. preferences that I have yet to write another part for, etc) will not be completed by myself. 

I will be going on permanent hiatus on Friday of next week (20th of March, 2015). As such, I will be removed from the members page. 

The other admins will continue to be active. 

If you wish to become an admin, please do not ask me to join this blog as it is no longer my decision; one of the other admins will reply based on their decisions, as it is now their choice. 

The requests that have been submitted and yet to be written will not be written by myself, but I will not delete them from the ask box. 

I’ll be staying until Friday next week, so if you have any messages or questions for me, I’ll be happy to answer them for you/chat with you~ 

Ahaha, we're trying our best for you guys! 

Go follow thevamps-1d-r5-fgl!

She's really sweet and would love for you guys to request some writing from her. I know that this blog has been inactive for a little while, so maybe you'd love to read her writing too~ 

I assume you wanted a 5/5? xx

Harry would be the one to ask you a lot about your work or your studies, constantly looking over your shoulder when he turned up at your house without warning and you were working at home to read the texts you were translating or the textbooks you were studying. He’d beg you to teach him some phrases and things, seeing it as a good opportunity to spend some time with you, but he wouldn’t be all that great at remembering them. He’d sulk when he got them wrong and bury his face in your neck, and you’d suspect that he actually knew the answers and was just using it as an excuse to make your face flush red and to see you act cute and embarrassed at the close contact. 

Liam would encourage you a lot with your studies, especially if you were struggling with a grammar point or some vocabulary or something, assuming the role of supportive best friend even if he didn’t want to. He might not be all that great at learning this sort of thing, but he’d ask you to teach him when he sees you struggling with something because he knows that the best way to learn is to teach someone else. Whenever he heard you speaking in one of the languages you knew, he’d grin, proud of you, bu also thinking that you sounded really cute or hot - although he’d never admit to it.

Zayn would think it was really cool that you were multilingual, and he’d occasionally ask you how to say certain phrases in a certain language or ask about the languages you knew, especially when you looked down or stressed, just to see the passionate look in your eyes and a smile on your face. Whenever he heard you speak in one of the languages you knew, he’d beam. He was really proud of you because you put in a lot of time and effort to your studies. He would want to ask you to tutor him regularly, but would be to shy to ask. 

Louis would be the one to abuse your language abilities for evil. He’d ask you how to say certain insults in the language you knew, so he could repeat the words to his friends. Although he sometimes tended to abuse your talent to create mischief, he would often ask you to teach him and he’d approach his own study seriously, although he could hardly hide how happy he was that you were his private tutor.

I hope this is what you meant. x

Louis has a very loud personality, so if the two of you disagreed, I can definitely see it turning into an argument if he thought he was right, and maybe even sometimes if he thought he was wrong. His sarcastic remarks would not help prevent these arguments from getting out of hand. Arguing with him wouldn’t be very bad, just very common. 

Niall is usually very cheerful, but I can see him getting very angry when he’s mad. Fighting with him would go for hours, just screaming back and forth at each other until one of you cave. 

Liam is usually pretty level-headed, but arguing with him would be pretty bad, I think, especially if he was drunk. 

Zayn would try to avoid conflict with you, because he doesn’t like fighting. He would still argue, but when he feels that the situation is getting out of hand, he’d back off and get some air; deciding to try to talk it out with you when he’s calmer. 

I hope your friend and her baby are healthy~

Harry would be so happy during the birth of his child; not happy that you were in pain, obviously, but happy that soon his own child would be brought into this world. He loves children, so he’s very very excited about this. He encourages you throughout the birth. "You can do it, Y/N!"

Liam would be a little worried, to be honest, because this is a big deal, and what if something went wrong? What if you got hurt, or the baby wasn’t okay? He would try to be there for you while you are in labor, holding your hand and kissing your hair, pushing the doubt to the back of his mind for the time being as he tries to soothe you, enduring your tight and painful grip on his hand. "You’re doing good, Y/N, you’re okay."

Zayn would be the one to freak out, in all honesty. He’d be very concerned, and would possibly have a panic attack right there in the hospital when he sees how much pain you are in. He doesn’t want you to be hurting, so when he sees the pain on your face he freaks out and the doctors have to calm him down. When he’s back in check, he tries to be strong for you and act like he isn’t internally freaking out; though when he tries to soothe you, it’s more like he’s trying to calm down himself. "Okay, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay."

Louis would be very excited for the birth of his child, much like Harry. He would probably tone it down a little though, and decide against cheering or jumping in happiness, instead sitting next to you and clasping your hand in his. He would slide his thumb soothingly across the skin, and push the hair out of your face, looking at you adoringly. "You’re going to be such a great mother, Y/N."

"Seriously though babe, you look amazing tonight." You heard Harry say to you for the houndred time.

You’d gone out to a bar with him and the rest of the boys, and as Harry had gotten drunker and drunker, he’d started being louder about his flirting with you. You were currently sitting at the bar with Zayn, when he came up behind you and screamed it into your ear. Normally that wouldn’t have bordered you at all, but tonight was different. Lately you and Zayn had become closer and closer; you wouldn’t say you two were dating, but you definitely were something more than just friends.

As Harry’s lips got closer to your neck, you could sense Zayn getting tense. You started scooting away from Harry, and trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t get it. Zayn stood up from, and put his arm around you, hugging you to him, without saying a single word or even looking at you. His eyes were glued to Harry, and if looks could kill, he would’ve been long gone by now.

There was a little voice inside of you telling maybe he wasn’t even aware he was talking to you, and instead thought you were one of those girls he usually hits on when you guys go out.

"He’s just really drunk right now," You whispered to Zayn, trying to get him to loosen up, "let it go."

His eyes went straight to yours, and his expression softened, “But he’s bothering you. He’s gotta stop.”

"Not really, I mean yeah he’s being kindda touchy, but I’m actually really flattered that he seems to be the only one that thinks I look pretty." You said with a half smile. Being completely honest, you were still sort of hurt because Zayn hadn’t said anything about the way you looked tonight, and were trying to get a compliment out of him.

"Oh, c’mon *y/n* you know you are beautiful, and look absolutely gorgeous. Actually," he tensed up a bit, "you’ve been stealing looks from a lot of people tonight," he started getting closer to you, "and honestly it’s making me a tad j-"

"DUDE BACK OFF" Harry screamed, angrily shoving Zayn off of you.

Zayn shoved him back, and harshly sat him down in one of the other bar stools, “No, I’m not backing off, Harry. She’s with me. She’s mine. Not yours. Mine. Just quit it man. You knew tonight was gonna be important and you’ve been absolutely annoying the whole time, just being all up in our business.”

You saw Harry open his eyes widely, and letting his jaw drop, “Zayn. Oh God, no. Wait, is that,” he squinted his eyes at you, “is that *y/n*?” He turned to Zayn, and Zayn nodded at him. “No, no no. I’m so sorry man.” He turned to look at you, ” I’m so sorry *y/n/*, Zayn here was gonna ask you to be his girlfriend tonight, and I’ve been bugging you all night, and just ruined his whole plan. Gosh, I’m sorry.” Harry gave you and Zayn a sympathetic look, stood up, and left. 

You just sat there, in your stool, with your mouth wide open. You could see Zayn getting uncomfortable. He put his arm around his neck, and picked his gaze off the ground. He took a step towards you, and looked at you in the eyes.

"Is… Is what Harry said true?" you half whispered over the sound of the music.

Zayn took your hands in his, and sighed, “Yes, I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight. But not like this, I had a whole plan, and I’m so sorry babe…”

"Zayn, it’s okay. I do," you smiled up at him, and took his cheek in your hand, "I do want to be your girlfriend."

Zayn let out a sigh, “Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” He giggled lightly.

"God," you grabed him by the neck and pulled him closer, "kiss me already."

He didn’t say anything and just went in for the kiss.