One Direction Preferences

70. You Break a Bone and He Signs Your Cast

Harry: "Haha, you should be Harry Styles the comedian, not the singer," you glare at him sarcastically. Everyone else had signed their names and 'get well soon' on your cast, but not your boyfriend though, 'I thought cats were always meant to land on their feet? Obviously not'. "I know, i'm pretty hillarious," he smirks, trying to kiss you but you push him away. "You're a nin-con-poop Styles," you counter, making Harry laugh. "Nin-con-poop? Who says that anymore? How old are you, five?". You throw your hand dramtically against your forehead and sigh, "Maybe I hit my head too when I fell..".

Louis: You frown as Louis uses his body to block you from seeing what he's writing on your cast. Eventually he pulls away, grinning widely, and you look down to take in the 'I love Louis' in rainbow letters. "Thats a bold assumption to make don't you think?" you look at him innocently. The smile drops from his face, but quickly returns when you gesture for him to come and lie next to you. "I'm only kidding, you know I love you more than anything," you lean down to meet his lips. You feel him smile against your lips and he pulls away slightly to mumble, "Good job too, or this all could have been very very awkward...".

Liam: Niall scoffs as Liam pulls away from your cast, "Liam, you couldn't think of anything more imaginative to write than 'Liam'?". Liam shrugs, "It means there's plenty of room for everyone else to sign it,". Later that night as you lean into Liams side on the sofa, he pulls away, returning with a sharpie. He gently reaches for your cast, careful not to hurt you, and adds under his previous 'Liam', 'loves (Y/N) :)'. You watch as he carefully writes as neat as he can, and when he leans back to admire his work, you mumble, "I love you too,".

Niall: You glare at your boyfriend as he approaches, "I hope you're proud, this is your fault,". He smiles, "Very proud," he kisses your cheek, "Everything good though yeah? It'll be fine,". You nod, leaning against his chest, "Yeah, a clean break," you sigh, holding up your cast, "Just stuck with this on til it's better. They've given me some painkillers,". "Come here," he holds your bad arm gently and pulls a sharpie from his pocket and writes 'Property of Niall James Horan'.

Zayn: "Aw come on babe, it's not that bad," Zayn tries to reassure you. You look between the hideous cast on your arm and your boyfriends handsome face, "You're kidding right? It's so big and clunky. I'm not leaving the house until it's gone,". "Babe -" Zayn starts to argue back but the look on your face stops him. He sighs, "Try and have a nap love, the doctor said you need to rest,". When you open your eyes after your sleep, your gaze falls to the back of Zayns head, and then the no longer ugly cast. While you'd been asleep, Zayn had drawn on it, little images and patterns - it actually looked pretty cute now. You stroke your other hand through his hair and he looks up at you apoligetically, seeing you're awake. You shake your head and smile, "Thanks babe,".