You and Harry have been friends since forever. When he wasn’t on tour you were always at his or he was always at yours. Tonight you were going to sleep at his but you forgot bringing your pajamas, so Harry said he would lend you some of his clothes. When you were changing the door was a…
Harry: you and Harry were both sitting on the couch talking about everything. “Describe me with three words Harry” you said. “Alright” he said “You are cute, cute and cute” he smiled showing of his dimples. “Thank you. But I don’t think you can use the same word three times. Try again” you said…
” i’m bored Niall ” i said to him, letting my hand rest on his upper thigh, squezzing it lightly. Niall got the hint and carried me up to his lap so i was straddling him. ” someones in the mood ” i said and bite my lip, feeling his hard on rubbing me. ” come here ” he groaned and smashed…
- Harry: Because the habits you took part in year ago are beginning to creep back up, and he notices. "Please, Kitten?" he whispers softly as he sits beside you at the kitchen table, an untouched plate of spaghetti sitting in front of you. "You've come so far in a year, and I'm so proud of you. We don't want to get back to where we started, do we?" You bite your lip, ready to protest, but he speaks up softly. "Start with some small bites, okay? You can do this. I know you can."
- Liam: Because you think you need to lose weight, but he isn't having any of that. "Sweetheart," he says gently as you push away the brownies he made while you were out. He takes one of your hands in his, squeezing it softly. "Please believe me when I tell you I love you the way you are." You begin to protest, but he presses a finger to your lips. "If you want to be healthy, if you want to work out, I support that. But come on, can't we have pizza nights and ice cream eating contests like we used to? Don't you miss that?"
- Louis: Because you're stressed, and when you're stressed, you can't stomach the thought of food. "You need to take a break," he whispers softly as you sit hunched over your bio book. He closes it slowly, and your head snaps up, ready to yell at him. "I'm serious, babe. You already look like you're losing weight, and that isn't okay. We're going out for dinner, and ice cream, and you're eating all of it. Okay?"
- Niall: Because ever since you lost your grandmother, your appetite is nonexistent. "You need to eat something," he whispers as he climbs into the bed besides you, running his fingers through your hair as he kisses your forehead. "I know it's hard, baby. And I know you're still sad. But starving yourself like this isn't gonna do anything except make me worry about you. Please, come into the kitchen and let me cook you some dinner, okay?"
- Zayn: Because you're busy, and the only time you can fit in a meal is between class and work. "Woah woah woah," he grabs you just before you run out the front door for class, stopping you in your tracks. You huff out a breath of air, knowing very well that if you don't hurry, you'll be late. "Take this," he demands gently, shoving a small paper bag in your hand. "It's got a banana, some yogurt, and a granola bar. No more of this eating once or twice a day, alright? Just wanna make sure you're being taken care of."
Niall – “Shhh or you won’t get your prize” Niall mutters as he kisses down your body. This was it, you were finally going to go all the way, you’ve done stuff with him before but now you were going to get it all, if that is, you can keep yourself from moaning, Niall had put you up to the…
#60 You shut him out
Harry: He pulls you into him, your back resting against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. “You need to talk to me, baby. You need to tell me what’s wrong.” He drops a kiss down onto your shoulder. “If you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you baby, and I don’t…
#61 He watches you touch yourself
Harry: “Fuck, (Y/N)” he gasps as he stands at the edge of the bed. His cock strains beneath his tightly fitted jeans as you touch yourself. Your back arches, your legs spread and ankles tied to each end of the bed, and your stroke you clit at an…
Me: Dad I am pregnant
My dad: What?! Who is the dad?!!
*Your dad turns around*