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is the list in your header all the preferences you plan on writing?
❤ Anonymous

Those are all of the preferences that I plan on writing for the time period. As I continue to write things and the list goes down, I usually open requests again and add more to the list. :) Hope that clears things up.

 Read This Please!

effingamazayn:

Hey guys, Alexis here! I hope you’re all doing well. I’ve been a little nervous about putting this up because I don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone but here’s a little thing.

As you all know, I’m going to college right now and studying Social Work. In the first few weeks of school I attended an interest meeting about a study abroad program that I have been interested in. Today I finally got the new that I was accepted into the program! As a college student, some could understand that I don’t have many of the funds necessary to attend a program such as this without any assistance. With the hope of getting a little assistance for the trip, I decided to create a GoFundMe page in regards to my efforts. I’m hoping to travel to Thailand this summer so that I may work with children in the area who are at high risk when it comes to the dangers of human trafficking, drug addiction, poverty and child labor. I hope that through mine and the support, education, and mentoring of others that I will be able to change the life of a child at risk to such tragedies. Not only that, this trip would be an educational and spiritual journey for myself and that of my peers. 

I’m only asking that you donate if you have the means and can, or if you could reblog this post so that someone else who can help may see. Remember, any and all donations help, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for all your support and help! You can find more information about the program here.

My goal is $5,000 that will go towards the deposit I have to make, the cost of the program, and whatever’s left will go towards my plane ticket and passport. I now have nearly 8,000 followers. If some of you could possibly simply donate $1, it would help me tremendously towards reaching my goal. 

Click here to fund me!

 Preference #471

Why do you love me? 

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Harry: It’d been on your mind for days as you visited him on tour, watching as thousands of women fawned over him. Back in his hotel room, Harry drying his hair with a towel as he stepped out of the shower, you decided to pose your question. “Why do you love me?” You asked, leaning up on your elbows. Harry chuckled but didn’t hesitate in his answer, clarity in his voice. “Because you love me.” It wasn’t the answer you were looking for, Harry laying down next to you in bed. “Millions of girls love you.” You brushed off his answer, Harry reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know, but that’s just it. You love me, but not like my fans. You love me in a way I can’t describe, for who I am I guess. I mean, I love you for who you are but I also love you for loving me the way you do.” He pressed his lips to yours, laughing again as he knew that was just what you needed to hear, though it held nothing but truth. “Happy now?” And how you were.

Louis: Louis was silenced by the question, rhetorical really, but one that he had to answer. Your voice was close to cracking as you yelled back and forth at each other, fighting more than usual. “If I’m selfish and terrible then why do you still love me? I’m not forcing you to be here!” You’d pointed at the door, turning your back to him, palms pressed against the countertop. Familiar hands gripped at your hips, Louis sighing in your ear. “Don’t.” You swiped at a tear, disappointed that you’d let yourself cry. “I’m sorry.” He uttered, holding you closer even as you stiffened at his touch, still infuriated. “I love you because no matter how much we fight we always work it out. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do and aren’t you supposed to be selfish when it comes to me sometimes?” You groaned, turning around to face him. “Then don’t hold that against me.” His forehead met yours, blue eyes glistening with regret at his former words. “I know and I’m sorry. I do love you and it doesn’t matter why because it’s everything.”

Niall: You’d been completely lost in a moment with Niall, mouth wide, a smile on your faces as you both laughed, holding your stomach to catch your breath again. “God I love you.” You spoke in an exasperated breath. Niall’s laughter ceased quickly, his demeanor turning from playful to serious. “Why?” He asked, shaking his head at you. “Because of this.” You motioned between the both of you, smiling at him. “Because you’re the only person who can make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts and how you always keep my favorite snacks in the cupboard. It’s stuff like that. I just love you. Is that okay?” You snickered, lifting his chin so that he was looking at you. Niall nodded slowly, blue eyes blinking up to look at you. “Yeah, I love you too.”

Liam: “Why do you love me?” Liam asked, the question coming as a surprise to you. After thinking for a moment, you came up with your first reason. “I’ll give you six reasons but of course that won’t nearly cover them all. You’re kind.” You stared, watching as Liam smiled, blushing a little with each statement. “You’re passionate and talented.” You held up three fingers, counting along with your reasons. “You’re a good lover.” You giggled, adding another. “You’re so loyal to your friends and family, and to me. Finally, because you love me despite my imperfections.”

Zayn: He was never able to understand why you put up with him, with the constant distance and time constraints that surrounded your relationship or why you stuck around. He’d never blatantly asked, only stating his confusion on the matter, though that only made you answer the question even without his asking. “I just don’t understand why you even love me, why you deal with this.” He shook his head. Yours drooped, gnawing at your lip as you pondered your never words. “I don’t know why I do either really. I just do and I can’t explain it, why I love you. I could list a thousand specific reasons why but we’d be here all day so I just need you to accept that I love everything about you, even the things you don’t.”

hey sweetie! just wondering if you could do me and imagine or blurb, whichever you want to, about secretly being with harry or zayn on the side (he already has a girlfriend) but he really loves y/n but won't break up with the girl yet due to media/publicity issues. she doesnt know about y/n and she comes home and you have to hide etc. playful mood but y/n is still slightly stressed that she cant have him to herself properly, then harry makes her feel a bit better if ygm (smut) , thanks angel!xx
❤ Anonymous

Not even five minutes ago you’d been stepping out of the shower with Harry, giggling as you tugged at the towel that secured around his waist, Harry laughing as he walked over to you, pressing his lips to yours forcefully, body against the wall. “Trying to get round four started?” He smirked, leaning back down until a slamming door sounded through the house. Light footsteps echoed, jingling keys being set on the counter. “You told me she wouldn’t be here for another two hours.” You gritted your teeth, Harry’s eyes wide as he contemplated what to do. He moved quickly, grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor and tossing them in the closet. “Get in.” You rolled your eyes as he held the door open, nearly begging for you to hide in the large closet. Harry’s breathing was erratic until his girlfriend entered, noticing his change in character immediately. “What’s wrong?” She inquired. “I just wanted to be ready by the time you got home. I wanted to take you out tonight.” He recovered quickly, running a hand through his hair. You could see through the crack of the closet door the way she smiled, pulling him to her in an embrace. “Okay, you get dressed. I’ll be waiting.” She left the room, Harry exhaling with complete relief as he walked to the closet, stepping inside with you. “You’re such a piece of shit you know that?” You shook your head, Harry gathering some clothes before placing his hand at your lower back, pulling you tight against him. “I love you.” He spoke the words so slowly, enunciating each one so that you understood the utter truth they held. “Leave her then.” You spoke the words again, already knowing the answer before it was said. “You know I can’t right now, but I love you, only you. Remember that.” He repeated quietly as to not be heard. Your answering sigh and eye roll routine. “I love you.” You repeated the words to him, words that held both honesty and pain.

 Preference #470

Your song comes on when you’re out together. 

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Harry: You hadn’t even been listening to the music that played in the background of the shopping center as you browsed the racks, absentmindedly searching for something new to wear. “Do you hear that?” Harry’s voice sounded behind you, making you flinch as you finally listened, the slow tune of your song playing over the speakers. Harry pulled you close, smirking as he began to rock back and forth in the middle of the store, drawing attention to the both of you as eyes pried away from their tasks, taking a look at the couple who danced. “What are you doing?” You laughed, blushing as you knew people were watching. “Our song is on so I’m dancing.” He smiled, continuing until the song faded out, unable to resist.

Louis: It took a minute for things to click into place, to realize the significance of the song that played softly over the speakers. Louis stood next to you, a bit stuffy in the suit he wore, seemingly entwined in the conversation he had with a potential business partner, smiling and nodding as you sipped at your glass of champagne, Louis’ hand finding your other, giving it a small squeeze in recognition of the song that played overhead. The smirk that shown on his lips was confirmation that he was listening and you blushed at the lyrics that somehow seemed to represent just what your love was. With a polite nod, Louis interrupted the man he’d been speaking to, turning your way. “I apologize but I would like to have a dance with my lady. We’ll exchange contact information.” He nodded, pressing his lips to your hand as he escorted you to the dance floor, words of truth like a lullaby in your ear and a familiar, comforting hand secured to your back.

Niall: Niall rested one hand in yours the other on the steering wheel as he drove, head bobbing to the songs that play on the radio. It wasn’t until those fist familiar notes came in that he let go of your hand, turning to look at you quickly, a wide grin plastered on his face. His eyes lit with knowing excitement as the first line began, Niall singing to the top of his lungs, you laughing beside him at the fact that this was your song, a goofy tune that just so happened to be the song you’d caught each other singing when you first met, only taking a moment for the pair of you to be sitting in his car, nearly yelling the words, reliving the moment that you’d met your love.

Liam: You kept your head down as Liam held you by the hand, moving quickly past the swarm of fans that stood outside your hotel. Liam gave a small wave and smile, looking back, confused as you stopped. “Listen.” You lifted your head, smiling at him as you started to sing the tune quietly, the song that played on a fan’s phone barely able to be heard over the slew of fans, all trying to gain the attention of Liam. You couldn’t resist as you stood outside just through the chorus again, listening to someone play your song amongst the on-lookers, an awe-worthy moment for the fans.

Zayn: Your eyes met Zayn’s across the table, recognizing the first notes to the song immediately, his foot scraping against yours underneath the table. You cast your eyes down, looking around at your family and friends who filled the restaurant, oblivious to the song that way playing overhead. When you looked back up Zayn looked at you, his eyes set on yours, drawing you in as his mouth formed every word to the song that you called yours. With a smile you began to mouth the words back and forth, taking turns with each line until you’d caught the attention of one of your friends, all beginning to watch like a domino effect that took place, a cute little moment that was you.

I'm a college student too so I get your struggle with funding. I'm not in a comfortable place financially but I wish I was so I could help fund you a bit. But I thought a note of encouragement would help too. I wish you so much luck on your trip and hope you get all your funding + more! Sending positive vibes your way! <3
❤ Anonymous

I can’t thank you enough! Every bit of encouragement and support I receive helps. I know that a lot of people on tumblr are students as well and may not be able to necessarily donate but I do hope that maybe a little word will get around about my cause. Thank you again and good luck with school! <333

 Read This Please!

Hey guys, Alexis here! I hope you’re all doing well. I’ve been a little nervous about putting this up because I don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone but here’s a little thing.

As you all know, I’m going to college right now and studying Social Work. In the first few weeks of school I attended an interest meeting about a study abroad program that I have been interested in. Today I finally got the new that I was accepted into the program! As a college student, some could understand that I don’t have many of the funds necessary to attend a program such as this without any assistance. With the hope of getting a little assistance for the trip, I decided to create a GoFundMe page in regards to my efforts. I’m hoping to travel to Thailand this summer so that I may work with children in the area who are at high risk when it comes to the dangers of human trafficking, drug addiction, poverty and child labor. I hope that through mine and the support, education, and mentoring of others that I will be able to change the life of a child at risk to such tragedies. Not only that, this trip would be an educational and spiritual journey for myself and that of my peers. 

I’m only asking that you donate if you have the means and can, or if you could reblog this post so that someone else who can help may see. Remember, any and all donations help, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for all your support and help! You can find more information about the program here.

My goal is $5,000 that will go towards the deposit I have to make, the cost of the program, and whatever’s left will go towards my plane ticket and passport. I now have nearly 8,000 followers. If some of you could possibly simply donate $1, it would help me tremendously towards reaching my goal. 

Click here to fund me!

Hi, I have a problem, plz help me! Me BFF has a 2yrs older brother than me & I think he likes me or even more than that. I like him too though. But the problem is my bf. I'm afraid that if something will happen between me&him or if she finds out I like him she never forgives me. I really like him and whenever we talk about him I can barely hide my smile. I know that if she doesn't want me to be with him I'll give up on him, but should I ask him if he has feelings for me b4 I tell her I like him?
❤ Anonymous

It could really go either way. There’s sides to this that are both reasonable but I think that I would rather figure out if there’s an actual mutual likeness going on between the two of you before making a deal out of it, then asking your friend about it. I know that isn’t much to go off of but good luck. I hope everything works out. :)

Hi, why did you close the requests ? :( I really like you preferences and I thought maybe you'd like to make one when you fight with him and he says something terrible and you walk out of there and after 2 months you don't answer his calls and twits and SMS and all and no matter what you don't wanna go back to him ? .. Cause these imagines & preferences make me feel sad but good, tough .. ;)
❤ Anonymous

Sorry darling, I usually only open them for a short period then close them once I have plenty of requests so that I can work on getting my lists back down some. If not, it gets a bit overwhelming to me. Maybe try reading these two that I’ve already done involving a fight and makeup scenario. They’re here and here. :)

 Preference #469

He’s jealous that you’ve moved on after your breakup. 

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Harry: Harry struggled with hanging out with the mutual friends that you’d shared, rarely coming around anymore out of fear of seeing you again. After being sure that you wouldn’t be attending his best friend’s birthday party, he decided to go, only to be surprised when you walked through the door, not alone, but with your hand clasped in that of another guy. Harry tensed instantly, standing against the counter with the hope that you wouldn’t approach him. As you worked your way around the room he kept his focus on you, hatred rising as he witnessed you, introducing your new beau to everyone, on the arm of another man. Finally, he was the only person left in the room who you hadn’t spoken to, wary as you made your way over, smiling brightly at him. “Hi Harry.” You blushed a little as you’d always done in his presence, Harry standing tall, waiting for you to say the words. “This is Evan, my new boyfriend.” Harry stuck out his hand to the boy, shaking his with a force that showed his need to out-do your guy, to show that he was better.

Louis: You cleared your throat, about to hang up the phone before you heard Louis’ voice on the other line. “Hello.” He greeted, your heart hammering against your chest at the sound. “Hey, I was just calling to see how you were doing and to talk to you about something.” You had barely spoke in the year that you’d been broken up. “I’m good. What’s up?” He seemed both too casual and a little short for your liking. “I was just calling to let you know that I met someone.” You sighed at the end of the statement, waiting for some sort of reaction. “So you were calling me to get permission then?” He posed it as a question and you could nearly see his brow cocked, a smirk on his face. “No, I was just calling to let you know because I’d rather you hear it from me.” You explained, Louis’ tone sharp and clipped. “Okay then. It’s about time.” He kept the conversation short, pushing you further away from him with his response though he was livid, even after a year, that he’d lost every opportunity to fix things and let you slip away.

Niall: Niall nearly dropped his drink, swallowing quickly. “What?” He questioned, your best friend standing across from him with his. It seemed like it hadn’t been long since you’d been those couples, shared best friends, inseparable. “Yeah, I mean they just started dating but she likes him a lot.” Your friend spoke, Niall holding up his hand. “Stop talking. Please, I can’t handle it.” His hand balled into a fist, downing another glass with a groan and reaching for the next. “Hey Niall, calm down. It’s been months.” His best friend tried at reasoning with him but he could only visualize one thing, another man in all the places with you that he should have been.

Liam: Liam had been a little taken aback by your claim, his brow furrowing. “You’ve been dating?” He asked for clarification. You’d remained friends despite your breakup and feelings still lingered between the two of you though they probably always would. The look on his face was undeniable, slightly angry, jealous, and perhaps a little hurt at the news that you’d been out with other guys since your split. “Yeah, that’s kind of what you told me to do. Don’t you remember?” You asked, Liam silencing for a moment before he nodded though envy still raced through his being. After all, you were supposed to be his.

Zayn: You hadn’t talked to Zayn in nearly five months when your phone rang, the number you’d deleted but would never forget showing on the screen. Greeting him, wariness laced in your tone, he sounded nothing but confident in his words, as though you’d never lost contact with each other after your breakup. “I heard you’re seeing someone. Is it true?” He always got straight to the point. “My love life isn’t your concern Zayn.” You barked back at him, suddenly aware that the call wouldn’t be a good one. “Are you?” He ignored you, repeating his question. “Yes.” You sighed. He was silent for a moment before asking his next question. “Do you love him?” He inquired. You pinched at the bridge of your nose. “Why do you care?” You replied with a question. “I don’t.” His response came too quickly. “Then why did you call?” You asked your final question, his answer and tone enough to let you know that he was concerned and jealous, just as he always had been. “Because.”

i know requests are closed but with all this news i thought i would at least try to request a preference based on Fireproof. Btw how do you like the song? I personally LOVE it xoxo
❤ Anonymous

I know requests are closed but I may slip and make an exception for this one because I kinda sorta love the song. :) But shhh…don’t tell anyone. :p

request please! you and harry have an older girl and a new little boy and your girl gets jealous of all the attention on the new one! tantrums, fits, anything to show emotion lol
❤ Anonymous

You couldn’t help but giggle as Harry limped into the room, his balance thrown off with your two month old son in his arms, your daughter, hanging on to his leg, small arms and legs wrapped around his calf. “Honey, you can’t hang on to daddy like that while he’s holding the baby.” You tried to be easy on her, after all, she was having a hard time adjusting to the little one. “But daddy holds him all the time!” She yelled, her voice booming throughout the room. letting go with the stomping of her feet landing on the floor, red-faced as she crossed her arms. Harry shook his hand, eyes tired but understanding as he handed your son over to you. Your daughter stood, poking her lip out until Harry knelt before her, pinching at her cheeks. “Sorry baby, how about if I come spend some time with you. We can sing our special song.” He showed a dimpled grin, your girl complying with one last request. “Only if we get to play makeover too.”

 Preference #468

He forgets your anniversary. 

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Harry: You hadn’t been fazed when you woke the morning of, your phone lacking a certain message you’d been expecting to receive from Harry, moving on with your day as planned. Though he was away with work, you’d been hoping for something, some sort of acknowledgment of what today represented for your relationship, a year since you’d gotten together. All day you’d been on the lookout for something, constantly checking your phone and peeking out the window, hoping a delivery truck of some sort would pull into the drive. With the night coming to a close and still no sign from Harry, you decided to brush it off, until three days later when your phone rang, Harry exclaiming, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Louis: “Just tell me what I did.” Louis groaned, always hating when you gave him the silent treatment. You walked around the house, waiting for him to realize. You went on about your day as usual, spending the day with Louis in the house, simply not with him. You cleaned a little, handling a bit of personal business before Louis came into the room, sheepish with his head hanging low. He walked over to the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of you. “I was supposed to remember. I just lost track of the days and when I looked at the calendar—“ He pushed his face into his palm, reaching for the bedside drawer where he pulled out a small box. “I’d gotten a gift for you weeks ago so I don’t know how I forgot but happy anniversary.” He opened it for you, revealing a present that had you forgetting that he’d even missed the day by a few hours.

Niall: Niall had never been good at lying, giving him away as soon as you woke him, a smile on your face as you pressed your lips to his. “What was that for?” He asked. You hit him playfully, thinking he was joking. “Happy anniversary silly.” You grinned, Niall’s face going red as he stammered, finding the words. “Happy anniversary?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. “You forgot.” Your brow rose, Niall shaking his head immediately in an attempt to deny it though he’d already given himself away. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’re gonna have the best day. We’ll do whatever you want to.”

Liam: You’d been especially chipper on the day that marked a year of be wed to Liam. Though he’d been away for a while, you were excited for your surprise to fly out to him to celebrate your day. Your leg bounced with anxiousness as you awaited landing, exciting about seeing Liam once again and hopeful that you’d have a good anniversary night, heading straight to his hotel to surprise him after his show. With the night all planned, wine settled in an ice bucket, petals littering the floor, new lingerie adorning your body and Liam’s gift on the bed you were ready for a special night. Your heart hammered against your chest when you heard the door clicking shut, Liam’s voice echoing a goodnight to everyone before he walked straight to the bedroom, his eyes wide as he caught sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re here!” He beamed, lifting you from the ground before setting you back down, a devious glint in his eye. “Here, open this first.” You nodded towards the bed, a box that held a little package of all of his favorite treats and a few things he’d been wanting and asking for, the little note that sat atop reading the words, “Happy anniversary my love.” Liam stammered as he looked over the note again, setting it back down. “Happy…anniversary?” It sounded like more of a question, the look of guilt on his face letting you know that he’d forgotten. A tinge of disappointment and anger washed through you, saddened and disheartened as you headed to the bathroom, changing from your garments and coming back out to find an equally as upset Liam with himself, an mistake he’d be sure not to make again.

Zayn: You hadn’t said anything when Zayn went out with his friends, leaving you home to spend the night alone. You sat on the bed, the night nearly coming to an end when you heard the door swing open, Zayn’s heavy footsteps coming to the bedroom, his eyes wide as he climbed into the bed, kneeling across from you. “I’m such an idiot.” He stated, looking for some type of reaction though your eyes remained on your book, moving back and forth with each line. “We were on the way back and I checked Twitter, which you know I don’t check much and it was trending and I’m an idiot.” He spoke though the happenings hadn’t justified his forgetting, but perhaps a few kisses and a lot of graveling would.

Where you been girl? Missing you💕
❤ Anonymous

I miss you too, whoever you may be anon! Seriously, I’ve been so busy and I know I say that all the time but that doesn’t make it any less true. I really do love you guys so much and I’m so sorry for not being around as much. Sometimes it just becomes a tinge difficult trying to balance everything and I struggle with that a lot. 

But, just in case you haven’t been keeping up with me on Instagram (which is where people tend to keep up with my actual life), I’m at an actual university now and living in an apartment. It’s been a big adjustment and I’m working on just getting settled in and used to everything right now. I will do my best to post a little more because I am very aware that I’m highly slacking and I absolutely hate disappointing you all. <333

Oh yeah, and I got my tickets to see 1D so there’s that news! I’ll be at the show in Charlotte, NC on September 28th (but I shall be staying in Charlotte the day/night of the 27th as well). The show’s like two days after my birthday so I’m really insanely excited! Perhaps I’ll get the chance to see a follower or two during that time. :)

 Preference #467

He comes home drunk and admits how many times he’s cheated on you. 

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Harry: You found Harry with his hands tugging at his hair, his breath stained with the smell of alcohol, mumbling to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Harry, you okay? I thought you were staying at your mom’s this weekend.” Your brow furrowed at how quickly he’d returned to your home, and drunk at that. “I am, I mean I’m supposed to be but I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m so sorry.” He pressed his face into his hands. “What’s wrong?” You asked, squatting in front of him and taking his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to babe. She was just there and I don’t even know how we ended up in bed. It was just one time. I’m sorry.” He admitted, reaching for you but you’d pulled away by then, shaking your head, unknowing of what to do. Harry stood, wobbly, trying to touch you, to apologize but you couldn’t think, all of your energy being put into holding back your tears at Harry’s revelation. “I need you to sleep on the couch tonight.” You shook your head, hanging low as you held out a pillow to him. “I need to think. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Louis: Louis had barely touched you all night. Then again he was drunk and barely able to stand on his own. Still, he moved away from you, curling up at the edge of the bed, seeming to want nothing more than to be away from you. “Something happened tonight.” He finally admitted, shying away from you even further when your head snapped up. “What happened?” You questioned, raising your brow, encouraging him to answer you. “There was this girl and we were dancing.” His head dropped, ashamed of himself. “Louis, what did you do?” You asked, already approaching him though he was preparing for the worst. “We kissed, that was all.” He still sounded completely ashamed of himself, hurling as soon as the words left his mouth, having to rush to the bathroom, leaving you and himself in an utter mess.

Niall: They say that a drunk man never lies, the main reason why you’d believed every word that came from Niall when he’d been drinking, including the first time he said he loved you and now. He always spoke quickly, forcing you to focus to hear through his slurred voice, his accent heavier and dripping with the smell of pure liquor. “I never cheated on you.” He admitted just after he’d asked you the same question, sighing in relief when you told him that you had always been faithful to him. “Except a couple of times.” You waited, trying to make sure you’d heard him correctly, standing without a second thought about it, walking out the door for some time at the least.

Liam: Liam laughed as he spoke, completely out of his mind. “I don’t even remember half of them. I just like woke up naked and was like whoa I messed up but I kept on doing it because it made me stop thinking about you and they were there—“ You cut him off before he could say anymore, yelling his name as tears began to pour down your cheeks, swiping them away quickly with the backs of your hands. “Man babe don’t cry.” He leaned over sloppily, groaning when you pushed his head from your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said that. I mean, we’re drunk and we’ll forget all about this in the morning right?” He shrugged, trying to convince the both of you. You only nodded though you hadn’t had a drop, waiting until the next morning, leaving Liam passed out on the bed with nothing but the vague memory of his heartbreaking confession.

Zayn: Zayn had stumbled into the house at nearly four in the morning, Louis laughing as he left him with you, having to carry him to bed holding his entire weight. You removed his clothes, bulky boots and his coat, tossing them to the floor as he babbled on. “Girls always hit on me when I go places.” He slurred, his eyes heavy. “I mean, do you know how many times I could have cheated on you.” He continued, causing you to roll your eyes. “Okay Zayn, it’s time for bed.” Your voice held an authority to which he laughed at, his hand reaching out to slap your bum as you walked to the other side of the bed. “And guess how many times I’ve cheated on you, just guess.” Your mouth held a tight line, wishing he would just go to sleep before he said something to upset you further. He held up his hand, forming a small circle that he held in the air. “This many times.” He pointed out the shape of a zero, a sigh of relief leaving your lungs before you allowed yourself to rest.