One Direction Preferences

2. He Accidentally Hurts You

Harry: You’re moving in with your boyfriend Harry. All of the boys are over to help you guys unpack, except for Louis, who’s just sauntering around and “supervising", claiming that it’s the obvious choice that he be the brains of the operation. You’re bringing a box from upstairs to the main floor, and you’re almost at the bottom of the steps, when suddenly Harry yells “Think fast!" He throws a stuffed cat, and in an attempt to dodge it you slip and tumble down the rest of the staircase, spilling the box’s (fortunately not fragile) contents. “Harry!" You grunt in frustration, standing up and rubbing your sore bum. “Sorry!" He says, but he’s laughing along with the other boys. “It’s not funny! And you’re cleaning that up!" You tell him, and he comes over and pulls you in for a kiss. “Of course, kitten." The rest of the boys groan at your display of affection, and get back to work.

Liam: You’re cooking pasta with your boyfriend, Liam. You’ve just finished chopping up the onions so you go over to the sink to wash your hands. The noodles finish cooking so Liam picks the pot up and turns to the sink where the colander is to strain it, but he didn’t know you were there, and only barely stops himself from pouring the water on your hands. Unfortunately, a big drop splashes onto your wrist. “OW!" You exclaim. “Oh my god, Y/N! I am so sorry babe! I didn’t see you!" He blabbers on with numerous apologies and you interrupt him with a kiss. “It’s fine," You murmur. “It doesn’t even hurt; I was just startled." “You’re crying!" He says with distress, but you just laugh. “Liam, honey, I was cutting onions." The rest of the night Liam is very protective of you, constantly pressing kisses to your burn, and liberating you of any task that requires more than one hand.

Louis: You’re out shopping with your boyfriend, Louis, because he wants to treat you. He pulls you into an clothes store, urging you to try on various things and creating outfits for you to model. You sigh and lug the various clothing items Louis’ handed you over to the fitting rooms. You get dressed into one of the outfits and inspect yourself in the mirror. “I don’t know if this looks good or not…" You say through the stall. “Well come show me!" He insists. “No! I might look silly!" You tell him. “Let me seeeee!" He whines, and just as you’re unlocking the door to show him, he presses himself against it to get through. The door flings at you and hits you right in the head, making you stumble backwards. “Goddammit Louis!" You half-yell at him. “Sorry!" He apologizes with an innocent smile on his face. “I just wanted to see!" “I was coming out!" You reply. “Well," He says, looking you up and down."If it makes you feel any better; that outfit looks fabulous on you!" You roll your eyes and he winks. “You love me!" You peck him on the lips. “Sometimes."

Niall: You’re at your boyfriend Niall’s flat, sitting in his living room as he’s mucking about in the kitchen. Eventually he emerges, carrying a tray of cookies. Of course. “Thought you might want a snack!" He announces with delight. “As in, you were hungry?" You ask with a grin. He just shrugs, but you know you’re right. He grabs one and wolfs it down. Does this boy even chew? You grab one from the plate yourself and inspect it. It’s a little burnt. Well, it’s a lot burnt. If you hadn’t known any better you would’ve mistaken it for a hockey puck. Not wanting to hurt Niall’s feelings, you take a bite. Bad choice. You couldn’t chew it properly so it gets stuck in your throat. You cough and splutter, and Niall immediately reacts, giving you the Heimlich maneuver, sending the cookie flying out. You rub your throat with a frown. “Thanks." You say, your voice hoarse. “I almost killed you!" He exclaims. You just laugh, and he peppers you with apologetic kisses. You’d think someone who’s constantly eating would be better at baking.

Zayn: You’re at a pretty private park, playing football with your boyfriend, Zayn. You weren’t too good at the sport and Zayn laughs whenever you miss the ball or kick it badly. He had given up on teaching you techniques because you’d just grow impatient. You two just kick the ball around, Zayn showing off the tricks that he can do, and you burst into fits of giggles when he messes them up, purposefully or not. It was nice to just relax and have some fun with Zayn who has been a little stressed lately. He tries to keep the ball up, trying to beat his record for amount of touches before he ball hits the ground, when he accidentally kicks the ball a little too hard. It comes flying in your direction and smacks you right in the face. You cry out in pain, and Zayn comes rushing over. “I am SO sorry!" He apologizes, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you ok?" You giggle because he’s making such a fuss, and it had really only stung fora few seconds. “Yes, I’m fine!" You assure him, and you press your lips to his to prove that he’s forgiven. He smiles into the kiss, glad to know that he hadn’t hurt you.