1D-imagines

Zayn: You couldn’t hear anything over the mass amount of fans at One Direction’s concert screaming. You were there seeing your boyfriend preform. Yes, you were dating a member; Zayn Malik. You had woken up with a terrible headache and you kept having dizzy spells but Zayn was in your hometown so you had to go see him, you promised. You were trying your best to look like you were having a good time despite the throbbing in your head. You were in the front row so Zayn had a clear view at you. After maybe 45 minutes of singing along with the band and jumping around with the rest of the crowd you began to sway. Not in a dancing type of sway, a dizzy type of sway. You felt yourself stumble but luckily you caught yourself on your stadium seat. You felt your knees lock up and you caught Zayn’s worried eyes. He stopped singing and screamed in the mic. “Paul! Catch her!” while pointed towards you. You collapsed before Paul could reach you.

You opened your eyes up to hear gasps all around you and see Paul’s worried face trying to help you up. “Sorry, (Y/N). I couldn’t get to you fast enough.” “It’s ok, Paul,” you shrugged. Out of no where Zayn came running off the stage towards you. “(Y/N)! Oh my God, baby, are you ok? Did you hurt your head? Your arms? Legs?” With every word you touched the part of your body he was naming. You gave a slight nod and said, “Do you have any water? And would you be upset if I went to lay down backstage?” He smiled “I want you to feel better. There’s water in my dressing room,” he kissed your forehead, “go rest.” You spent the rest of the night curled up in Zayn’s dressing room.

A/N: I’m slacking on these, guys.

Harry: “Harry,” you jumped at how strange your voice sounded as you attempted to scream your boyfriend’s name. “Yes babe?” Harry was automatically at your door. “Do you need some more blankets? Or food? Or less blankets?” You chuckled “Harry, I’m fine.” You were sick with bronchitis. You’ve had it for a few days now and you couldn’t quit talking no matter what so you felt even worse. Worry crossed his face, “Are you sure?” You gave a slight nod and patted the spot next to you on your bed bed. “How was your day? Recording going good?” “Yeah it’s going great!” You two just flowed into conversations like it was nothing; that’s one of the reasons you fell in love with Harry. “Babe!” He suddenly exclaimed, “you’re not supposed to be speaking!” You gave a pouty face. “But it’s haaaaar-” before you could finish you felt his lips against yours and you immediately pushed him away. “HARRY! You’re gonna get sick!” You horsley (probably spelled that wrong, whoops) screamed at him. He sat there and thought for a moment before looking into your eyes and smiling saying “I think I’ll risk it.” And that’s exactly what he did the whole night.

A/N: This took so long… I apologize! Been tied up lately…

Louis: “Baaabe, can we go home?” You whined for probably the 6th time you and Louis had arrived at the club. “Just a little longer love, yeah?” “Lou, I don’t feel good!” Louis looked at you exasperated, “Do you need a drink? Just have fun, babe!” You rolled your eyes. You knew when you were sick and this was one of those times. “I’m almost positive the lack of alcohol in my system isn’t the reason I feel terrible!” You screamed over the loud music that was making your head throb. You were never a heavy drinker. You didn’t like what would happen if you over drank so you decided not to chance it. You hadn’t drank anything except water tonight, as a matter of fact. “(Y/N), stop being such a buzz-kill! I just got a break and I’m trying to have fun…” he trailed off noticing your face turning green. “Babe?” Louis asked worryingly. You were unable to speak… everything went black.

You woke up in you and Louis’ shared flat. There was 2 blankets covering you and a glass of iced water sitting on your nightstand. “Louis,” you called through the semi-quiet flat. Louis came tipping in. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry I didn’t take you home when you repeatedly told me you didn’t feel well,” he stopped, getting frustrated, “I’m such an ass.” “Louis, you’re not an ass… I didn’t feel well when we left. I should’ve stayed here,” you spoke up. He looked at the empty spot next to you then back at your eyes. You nodded your head slightly and you spent the rest of the night cuddled up to your boyfriend. x

Niall: It was 3 a.m. and you haven’t gotten out of bed once, except to use the restroom or throw up. You were sick…With the flu. Eleanor had school, Danielle was dancing for the X-Factor, Perrie was rehearsing with her band, and your boyfriend was on tour. Yes, you were dating Niall Horan from the biggest boyband in the world, One Direction. As if on cue your laptop rang with the Skype icon lighting up. “Hey Ni,” your greeting was interrupted with the coughing fit you were getting used to. “Aw princess… are you sick?” He said with a puppy dog face. You copied him, “yes sir” He laughed then turned serious. “I’m so sorry I can’t be there with you. Really (Y/N), I can’t tell you how bad I feel…” “Niall,” you started sympathetically, “it’s not like you planned on me being sick. Don’t worry about it.” You faked a smile. “Would you like to get some rest, princess?” You knew he didn’t want tp let you go just yet, same with you. You fiddled with your fingers then looked up hopefully saying “sing for me?” His face automatically lit up into that smile you loved seeing. “Yes babe, I’ll sing for you.” “I lov-,” your meaningful phrase was cut short with, yet again, more coughs but this time there was an added sneeze. “It’s okay (Y/N), I love you so much more.” And with that you drifted off to your loving boyfriend singing to you with his beautiful voice. ♥

A/N: I’m so so rusty on these. I’ll get better! Haha. Sorry guys!

I’m sorry I abandoned y’all. I gave up Tumblr for Lent (I’m Catholic), so that partially explains my lack of absence. I’m so so sorry! But I’m back now and I finally got a smart phone so I can be more active! :) Any requests? ♥

msluricedazon asked: Hi! My name is Lurice Dazon. 14, living in Lincoln, NE (for now). I am a DIRECTIONER, a FASHIONISTA, a SINGER, a MUSICLOVER, and a TOTALGEEK! They tell me that I am a loyal friend, funny, smart. They tell me I am pretty, but I don't believe it myself. I am sure that I am sometimes pevertive if I have the right "timing" and "moment". Visit my tumblr and that is me in my profile. Ship me? and tell a little imagine of how are we gonna meet for the first time? :)

I ship you with: Harry. :)

How you meet:

“No… Don’t like this… This is cute…” you sighed as you picked through the endless racks of clothes. You were visiting London for the summer and decided to do some shopping. You were turning around to reach a shirt behind you when you bumped into someone, dropping most of the clothes you were already carrying. “I’m sorry I wasn-” you stopped talking when you came face to face with a cute boy with curly hair and emerald green eyes. He had a silly grin on his face as he said “No, totally my fault. I’m Harry. And you are…?” “Lurice,” you smiled, holding out your hand. He grabbed your hand, kissed it, then started to write something on it. “I should really make it up to you sometime. How about tomorrow night?” he asked you. You glanced down at your hand to see he had sprawled his number on the surface. You started to blush. “Tomorrow it is,” he winked. With that he disappeared, and you couldn’t wait for how he was going to make it up to you.

niallhoransgypsyprincess asked: Are you taking imagine requests ?

Yupp. :)

I literally haven’t blogged in so so so long. I’m crazy sorry. I’ve been busy with school and I’m on the dance team and we’ve been having practices constantly… So, anyone want anything specific?! Ships, special preference/imagines? Message me. x

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EVERYONE go watch One Direction’s new video ‘Kiss You’ so we can get the views up! I know it’s not showing the correct views right now when it does, everyone wants that number to be crazy high. EVERYONE GO WATCCCCCCH. :D