One Direction Preferences

43. Hands

Louis: Gentle hands wiped your tears, as you cried silently to him. Trying his best to get you to stop he starts to hum quietly, rocking you back and forth a bit. He still didn’t know why you were crying but he didn’t pry. He just let you cry, and he was there, using his thumbs and fingers to wipe the salty drops that were staining your face and his white shirt. Finally as your eyes dry, he finally asks “You ok baby?” you shake your head> “Do you want to talk?” he murmurs as you shake your head. He nods nods, silently letting you sit in his embrace until you were ready to talk.

Harry: Large hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as your lips locked again. Bodies pressed together, moans filling the room, beads of sweat dropping to the floor as water from a shower head did. “I love you so much.” he says, hands letting your face go, letting him tangle his fingers in your hair. “Love you too.” you mumble nibbling on his bottom lip. “Move this to the bedroom?” he asks, already lifting you from the couch, making his way up the stairs to the bedroom. “Sounds good.” you moan as his hands start to massage your hips before he lays you on the bed, where things get more heated, more sweat falls, and hands are used to bring great pleasure.

Niall: Strong hands carried you from the car into the hospital. You winced pain throbbing through your leg. Gripping it, he rushes inside, pleading, desperate for help, to make the pain you were feeling go away. Hating to the tears gather, he lays you on the bed and bites his nails nervously watching he doctors fixate over you, and your broken leg. “Love you.” you say anesthetics taking over as you’re taken to surgery to have the broken bone set. “love you.” you hear, a strong grip on your hand when you wake up from theanesthesia. Smiling weakly, you laugh softly, and give a gentle squeeze, “Good.” you say as he smiles down at you, seeing that your pain had eased.

Liam: Shaking hands tried to steady your own as you sat waiting for his parents to come home. Just having found out you were pregnant, you had decided to tell his parents first. Not even out of your teens yet, you were so scared, and nervous about how your lives would change. How would your parents react, and if your baby would be healthy. “Li, I’m nervous.” you mumble as his hands squeeze yours tightly. “Hey, we’ll be fine. Everything’s going to be alright. We’ll be alright.” he reassures, trying to stop his shaking hands, trying to keep you cool, calm, and collected until his parents got home.

Zayn: Warm hands attempted to keep you warm in the cold house. Rubbing your skin back and forth, hoping to get some friction, you sigh, and pull the duvet higher on your body. “You had one job Zayn, to send the check in the mail for the heat.” you scold, teeth chattering, as you stared out of the window, watching the snow fall. “Sorry.” he apologizes again for the tenth time. “We could try a different way to warm up.” he smirks, but as you take the duvet from him and curl up to himself, he scoffs “Mature babe.” You can’t help but laugh as you glance back, seeing him use his breath to keep warm. Giving in, you share the duvet again, but purely to keep warm, letting him have no fun.