So i'm done... I'm no longer writing preferences.

I've been done for a while now, and I think it's pretty obvious, but i've decided now to make it official. I still love writing, I still enjoy One Directions music, but when you feel like writing preferences becomes a sort of chore it's time to stop. I tried to continue but it's obvious i'd passed my peak.

I want to thank everyone that followed or liked any of my preferences, and especially to those of you who have sent me the kindest messages, it has been an absolute pleasure.

If any of you are interested in following my new personal/multifandom/everything blog, please do: instrumentallyme. I will be following everyone back as I will sincerely miss the wonderfully full and entertaining dashboard I have here. Chats are welcomed.

I'm sure I will pop on here every now and then, I am very proud of what I achieved here, but it won't be often or obvious.

If this is the last occasion I may have to communicate with you, I genuinely wish you all the best. I have not encountered one even vaguely horrible person here, so you all deserve everything you desire and more. Good luck and best wishes.

Thanks again,

Zayn: You hold onto your mum's hand tightly as it rests on the hospital bed, squeezing it every now and then seeking a reassurance that didn't come. As the sound of a long, loud beep fills the room your gaze flicker quickly to the heart monitor hanging from the wall, eyes wide with fear. "Mum!" you scream desperately, leaning across the bed and hugging your mother tightly as you begin to shake, whimpering, "Mum,". As the doors burst open and medical staff pile into the room, you feel familiar arms wrap around your waist, pulling you gently away from the scene and out into the hallway. You instinctively bury your face into Zayn's chest as you begin to sob, "I need my mum Zayn, I need my mum,". He rubs your back soothingly, his own voice shaky as he whispers, "It'll be ok, it's all going to be ok,".

Liam: He flinches away from the reassuring hand you attempt to place on his back. He snaps his head towards, eyes red and puffy from crying, "Why? Where has this come from? I thought we were good!". You let out a shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut for a second, "We were Liam, but then we weren't. I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore," you look over at him desperately, "I've tried Liam, I really have, but I just can't, not anymore,". He sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he regains some composure, "But why? What changed? Did I do something wrong?". You shake your head, battling to hold your own tears back, "No Liam. Honestly, it's not you, it's -". He cuts you off before your finish, jumping to his feet angrily, "Don't you dare finish that sentence. Don't even bother," he snaps before walking out the door.

Niall: "Why does this keep happening though?" you ask desperately, arms flailing, "Time and time again, I do everything, I give everything, but each and every time I still get my heart broken,". "Hey, shush," your best friend soothes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug, "Stop with this self-pitying business. If they can't see what they're missing, well then it's bad luck to them because you're going to do better,". "I want to believe that Niall, I do," you sigh, hiding your face in his neck, "But it keeps happening... I'm not strong enough anymore,". Niall pulls away, looking you straight in the eye, "If you don't think you're strong, I think we'll have to go look at the black eye that prick is going to be sporting in the morning,". Despite yourself, you laugh, and you watch how a smile grows upon his own face, immediately making you feel better.

Louis: You stare at him aghast, "You want to 'call it a day'? It barely even started!". "Exactly!" Louis reasons, arms held out wide, "Better to get out of this now, than to make it worse in the long run - at least now we can still survive as friends,". You shake your head in disbelief, "We didn't even give this a proper chance, you're just walking away before you've even tried!". "I have tried," he points out with a frown, "I can't see us working in the long term... And there's someone else I think i've got a better chance with,". His comment takes you by surprise and you pause for a moment, looking over at him puzzled, "Someone... Someone, else?" you can hear the emotion obvious in your voice. He points at you defensively, taking a step away, "Don't (Y/N), don't. We were never exclusive, we never put a label on this," he sighs, rubbing his forehead stressfully, "Look, I hope we can still be friends,".

Liam: You laugh, your hands on Liam's chest pushing him away gently, "Liam, stop it, you're going to make me late!". "Hmm, just one more minute," he teases back, punctuating each word with a kiss. "No, no," you squirm out of his grasp, "I'm going, i'm leaving," you shout back, heading quickly towards the door. "Without a goodbye kiss?" you turn to find Liam pouting, his bottom lip pushed out as he looks over at you with puppy eyes. You roll your eyes, laughing when he grins widely as you make your way back over to him, pressing your lips to is for one last kiss before whispering, "I'm gone,". "Really?," Liam shouts after you, teasingly, "I can still see you!".

Louis: "So shall I call you again tomorrow or?" you fall back onto the bed, your fingers twirling a piece of your hair as you wait for your boyfriend to respond. "Nah, i'll ring tomorrow, don't want you to pile up all these ridiculous overseas phone charges," he replies, stifling a yawn, "God i'm knackered! This tour is wearing me out,". You smile sadly, "You should go then, get a nap in before the show tonight,". He's quiet for a moment before he replies, humming slightly, "Hmm, maybe,". "Are you going to hang up?" you question, rolling over onto your front. "I was waiting for you to hang up first," he laughs. "You're the one half falling asleep, it should be you who hangs up first, i'm fine," you grin, rolling your eyes. Through your phone you hear him burst out laughing, and you can imagine the way his eyes would crinkle, "God, when did we become that annoying couple who argue over who says goodbye first?".

Niall: You sit awkwardly beside Niall on the edge of the settee, biting your lip to try and stop your tears from falling. The silence echoes around the room and time feels frozen as neither of you speak or move. Eventually he sighs slightly, and the noise brings you back to consciousness. "I um, I should probably go then yeah?" you question apprehensively, avoiding Niall's gaze, "If this is done?". There's a pause before he replies solemnly, "Maybe... Yeah,". You nod, getting to your feet and moving towards the apartment door and walking through it. You pause in the doorway, turning back round and catching his eye, seeing your sadness reflected back to you in his. After a moment you muster a small, sad smile as you raise your hand slightly in a wave. He returns the gesture with a small nod of his head before getting to his feet and moving towards his bedroom silently.

Zayn: "So you definitely packed everything?" you question nervously, looking up at your boyfriend. Zayn smiles warmly back down at you, nodding, "Yes, I definitely packed everything - even the kitchen sink,". You shove his shoulder playfully, frowning slightly, "I'm being serious! Half of the time I think you'd lose your head if it wasn't fastened on,". He rolls his eyes, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, "I'm alright you know, i've done this quite a few times now you know,". You sigh, nodding as you lean into him, his arms wrapping around you protectively. As the moment passes, you pull away, forcing a smile, "So i'll see you in three weeks?". He nods, kissing your forehead gently, "I'll see you in three weeks,". You fold your arms across your chest and don't leave the airport lounge until Zayn's out of sight.