#1d prefs

hey lovelies! i really need something to get over my insanely long writing hiatus so send me a number or two & i’ll be churning out some shorter one-shorts based on these prompts!

all credits go to @anarchyhemmings for this wonderful list.

1. “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.”

2. “You know how I feel about birthdays.”

3. “You can’t ask me to do that.”

4. “Oh, you scared me!”

5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

6. “You really… That’s not exactly meant to be eaten.”

7. “This is my favorite song!”

8. “You’re so drunk.”

9. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not leaving you.”

10. “It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.”

11. “Don’t be stupid.”

12. “Of course I love you.”

13. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

14. “Have you ever thought about… like… us?”

15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.”

16. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this!”

17. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

18. “You’re my favorite muse.”

19. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”

20. “I promise, it’s just this once.”

21. “You owe me.”

22. “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?”

23. “Is that my shirt?”

24. “Wanna go for a drive?”

25. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

26. “Fancy meeting you here.”

27. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”

28. “Well, this is awkward.”

29. “Give it back!”

30. “Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?”

31. “Why are you crying?”

32. “Just this once, okay?”

33. “You’re really soft.”

34. “Is it possible to love too much?”

35. “I will always be there protect you.”

36. “The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

37. “May I have this dance?”

38. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

39. “All I want is you.”

40. “You look incredible in that.”

41. “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

42. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

43. “I think I’m in love.”

44. “I’d like it if you stayed.

45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”

46. “Can I kiss you?”

47. “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

48. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

49. “I’m really drunk, please help me.”

50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?”

51. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ”

52. “I think you might be pregnant.”

53. "Shh… I’m sleeping.”

Harry:

Harry had been away for almost two months finishing up promo work etc for Made In The AM. You were both finding it really tough to be apart for a long period of time. One day, you decided you were sick of being upset and without him so you booked a flight and within hours you were sitting in the airport, ready to see him. You decided to send him a picture to let him know you were on your way, so he could make sure he wasn’t busy. Within seconds, he was calling to ask if it was an April Fool’s prank or if you were really coming. “It’s November Harry.” “Oh yeah, sorry.”

Liam:

You had been away for your final year of college. You hadn’t seen Liam in a few months, since the last time he flew out to visit you for a few days. The plan was always for you to fly straight home after you finished your final exams and you could get back to normality. But, your mother fell sick  and you had to go to help your father look after her. You postponed your flight and now, a couple of weeks later you were finally home! You scanned the airport for Liam and that’s when you saw him standing there with a huge smile and outstretched arms. You ran to him, not caring if anybody was looking. You jumped into his arms, hugging him tighter than ever before. “I’ve missed you so much.” he whispered, and the two of you just stayed like that for a while without a care in the world. 

Louis:

It was really rare that you and Louis could both get time off work at the same time. So, when you did, you made the most of it. The two of you had both gotten a three week break and so you decided to  spend two of those weeks away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. You both wanted to just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else. You booked flights to Bora Bora and the next day, you were on your way. You couldn’t wait to spend this time with Louis and to see Bora Bora, as you’d never been. “Whats it like Lou?” “Very very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, love.”

 Niall:

It was your birthday in a couple of days and Niall wanted to do something nice for you. You got home from work the day before to find a note on the bed. “Hey love! You’re probably wondering what this is all about. Well, it’s your birthday in a few days (which you obviously know), but I have to go to Santorini to spend a few days there with a very gorgeous woman!! Suppose you could come along, GET PACKING!!!” You couldn’t hold in your excitement and started dancing around the room while trying to find things to pack. You didn’t sleep that night, and chose to sleep on the plane instead, since you had to be at the airport for 2. Niall had other ideas, and had been in bed since 8 that evening. You woke him up, much to his disappointment and you made your way to the airport. Niall couldn’t fathom how you looked fresh as a daisy while he felt like he was going to die inside from sleep derivation. “You really haven’t lost that much sleep Niall!” you told him, to which he just muttered incomprehensible noises. “Oh yeah, you know that you’re the girl I was talking about on the note, right?” he mumbled around an hour later, finally starting to perk up.

Author’s Note: 

Hi guys! I’ve been gone for so so long. I just never really felt like writing anymore, but today i got the inspiration to start again and I just decided to go for it. SO I’M BAAACKKKK!!! I’m not even sure if anybody will see this preference, or care enough to read it anymore, but I hope my followers see and love it! Thank you guys for always staying here, and sticking by me. I’ve been speaking to a lot of you, THANK YOU for being so kind lovelies<3 Anyways, request,request,request! As always, I love you all and my inbox is always there if you want to talkk! Let me know what you think xo

After agreeing to move in together, which was pretty easy because you loved each other and it was the next step in your relationship, came the hard part. Actually moving in. It sounds like a lot of fun, but actually merging your lives in that way is so complicated. You wanted to find a good location for your new flat, some place relatively close to the studio for H and close to your office. That proved to be more challenging said than done. After what seemed like months, you found the perfect flat and that meant actually moving in. You had a lot of stuff and Harry seemed like a pack rat compared to you. He kept everything as a memento, which you loved about him, but it was making the moving in particular, a lot harder. You felt like you kept getting rid of so much of your stuff and Harry kept making excuses about how so and so would be so offended if he threw whatever it was out. You were becoming frustrated with him and it was so difficult to not act annoyed. He must have sensed your annoyance, because when you came over to help him with the last of his stuff, he told you that you two needed to have a discussion.

“Darling, you seem annoyed at me. What did I do wrong?” He questioned.

“Well I am. I’m so excited and happy to be moving in together, but H, I am getting rid of so much of my crap and it seems like your stuff is just “too good” to get rid of and I’m upset. Do you want to live together?” I cautiously asked.

“Of course, love. I just hate getting rid of stuff and I didn’t think you minded. I never asked you to get rid of anything, you just did it.”

“Well, don’t be daft. All of our stuff isn’t going to fit into the new flat. That’s ridiculous. I’m just getting so stressed out.” I admitted, dropping my eyes to my feet, avoiding his deep green eyes. 
“I love you so much, nothing will ever change that. I want to live with you, because I want to wake up to you every single morning that I can. I want to spend forever with you. We could always put stuff we don’t need in storage if we don’t want to let go of it.” He said, lifting my chin gently with his long, ring-covered fingers.

“I love you too. I guess that’s reasonable. Once we have kids we will need a bigger place anyway, so we might not need the storage after that.” I rambled off, before realizing what I just said.

“So you want to have my babies?” Harry teased, lighting up at the mere mention of our future.

“Of course I do, you goon. If you don’t stop teasing me, I might change my mind.” I bantered back.

The night we finally were supposed to move into the flat, Harry and I discovered that the moving truck delivered all of our stuff to the wrong house and after a long phone call on Harry’s part, the moving company apologized and promised to deliver everything the next morning as soon as they could. So, we had no furniture, meaning no bed or couch to sleep on for the night. I freaked out, I was on the verge of tears, so Harry told me to run out and pick up a pizza for us and he would try to figure something out. I came back to the flat only to see all of our blankets and pillows arranged into a fort of sorts, with our christmas lights lighting up the walls of our fort. I felt my eyes getting teary and I set the pizza down, running into my wonderful boyfriend’s loving arms.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much.” I said, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Whoa, love, cool your jets, I’m not a piece of meat, I’m just an amazing boyfriend.” He said chuckling.

“Shut up. This fort actually looks comfy and well built. I’m so happy.”

“Love, I have the netflix set up on my laptop and I thought we could eat our dinner and watch something entertaining to keep your mind off of the lack of furniture.” He suggested.

“Harry, I can never focus on anything when you’re around, you cheeky boy. But that sounds like a great idea for tonight. I was beginning to think the world didn’t want us to live together.” I said, laughing.

You were not a heavy sleeper at all and unfortunately Harry was. You think that he could probably sleep through the apocalypse and he was more than proud of that. Some nights you would lie away for hours, waiting for sleep to overtake your body. Then, you would hear Harry snore or sleep talk and your patience would dwindle and you found yourself elbowing him away. He would grunt, very incoherent from his deep slumber, but soon realized that you just had trouble sleeping. His solution was rubbing your back, but that only put him back to sleep. Another time he tried making you a warm cup of milk, but that only seemed to energize you. Finally, just because he wanted to return to his sleeping, he started to sing to you. He never sang any of the One Direction songs, because he said that was too weird. But you would be treated to whatever slow song was stuck in his head. Sometimes it was an oldie, other times it was some obscure singer only he would know, no matter what he sang, it never failed to lull you into a deep and peaceful sleep. You were so grateful because you haven’t slept this good since you were a little kid. Harry just made everything a little better and you felt kind of like a burden because you always required a good night song, like a child would. Harry would take you into his arms and whisper,

“Darling, you could never be a burden. It would only be a burden if you didn't let me help you. Trust me, this is the best part of my night.”

“Well, I am basically a child, but okay. I just don’t know what I will do when you can’t be with me every night.” I replied.

“Don’t worry, love. I have a plan. I will record me singing some songs and then you can just play the recording if I am not here.”

Louis: You loved your body. Really. You’d been in great shape all your life, and you took pride in how fit you were. Which is why the changes were so hard. First, it was the boobs. Which, in the beginning, wasn’t so bad because a little extra titty never hurts and Louis was very pleased. But now it was like lugging around extra weight and going from a B to a DD was drastic. But again, that wasn’t the deal breaker. The deal breaker was the fat ass. You love your kids, all 4 of them. Each and every one of your children meant the world to you, but man did the pregnancies take a toll on you. It didn’t hit you until today, when you were trying to shimmy into your old pair of skinny jeans and they just wouldn’t make it past your upper thighs. So after you gave up, you sat against the armoire and sobbed. “(Y/N), babe, why the tears? Is everything alright?” Louis’ voice went up an octave as he sunk down next to you. You were a little shy about discussing the whole body issue with Louis because, for starters he was a little clueless, and you also were embarrassed to even discuss it. While he sat beside you, petting your hair and coaxing you into telling him what was bothering you, it kind of just slipped out.“Louis, I have a fat ass. I have a huge, fat ass and massive tits to match. I’m fat! I’m a fat cow.” You complained, throwing your head into your hands.What you were expecting from Louis was not at all what you were met with. He laughed. You were sitting here, crying, and he actually had the nerve to laugh. For a brief moment, you picked your head up out of your hands to scowl at him. Immediately, the laughing came to a halt, but not without a small chuckle after. “Sweetheart, having 4 kids changes your body. You’re not fat, you may be a little curvier than you were 10 years ago, but definitely not fat. And since we’re confessing, I like the fat ass and matching massive tits, gives me a lil more to play with beneath the sheets.”He complimented before grabbing at your boob, playfully pulling you into him and drowning your chest in a bunch of wet kisses.

Liam: All your makeup was scattered throughout the bedroom. Concealers, foundations, brushes, and whatever else you could get your hands on. But you, you were strewn across the bed with half of your face smothered unevenly in different shades of makeup. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling as you wallowed in self pity, stressing over the ridiculous amount of freckles that had manifested on your face. You were always very confident and it wasn’t really like you to be insecure. However, when it came to the freckles smothering your face, you were insecure. It felt like nothing ever compeltely covered them and you were always struggling to get ride of that one freckle poking out behind the concealer you’d lathered on. 
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“Christ, what the hell happened in here?” Liam teased, throwing his coat on the door as he stepped over a pile of powders. “Li, you think you can get freckles lasered off?” You asked nonchalantly. Liam chuckled after letting out a mocking groan. This was something you’d always dwelled on and he couldn’t help but laugh at how much you let it stress you out. He laid next to you on the bed for a moment before shifting all your weight over and placing you on top of him. Your eyes met and he pouted at you. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about you. Especially those freckles.” He confessed. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic but predictable line. but, you couldn’t help but crack a smile because he was so sappy and you enjoyed it. And with you smiling, he was smirking and eventually started laughing. “But we do need to change that concealer shade.”

Harry: Your feet were planted firmly on the wooden floor as you stood completely still. There, in your panties and bra, you stared back at yourself in the mirror. It felt like the longer you stared the bigger the scar seemed to appear, running for miles and miles along your torso. You swore the longer you kept looking the more you wanted to cry, and it’d be the fifth time you’d cry about it this week. As you ran your fingers along the scar you had to forcefully choke back the few tears poking your eyes.“(Y/N), love…”Harry’s voice came from the bedroom door, his reflection becoming present in the corner of your mirror. He frowned as he caught you examining the scar for the millionth time today. Soon he was pacing towards you, arms slithering around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A few kisses were placed on the bare skin of your shoulder as well as along your neck. He even tucked a strand of hair carelessly behind your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror.“It’s so..ugly. It makes me feel so ugly.” You choked, a tear trickling down the side of your cheek.Harry was quick to wipe it away, adjusting his arm to remove the tear with his thumb. Another frown tugged at his lips before he spoke. “Think of it like this, kitten. This scar is beautiful because without it there’d be no baby sleeping in the next room and…” His words trailed as he ran his fingers over the few stitches that were left.His frown turned into a little smile the longer he allowed his fingers to graze over it. Soon he was bringing your hand to run over it along with his, reminding you of the perfect human being the two of you brought into the world.