Long Niall Imagine

#Imagine you had come home from a busy day shopping with your best friend. You had bought loads of things, clothes, makeup etc. You walked into your apartment and closed the door behind you with your foot because you had no arms free to close it with. You put all the bags down on the sofa and started to take things out of them. You looked over to the little coffee table in the middle of the room and discovered a little box in the middle of it. You walked over to the table and picked it up; it was a DVD case. You opened it and saw that there was a blank DVD in there. You took it out of the box and opened the DVD player. You put in the DVD and turned on the T.V. You took the remote that was sitting on the sofa and turned up the volume.
It was your living room, everything was still and then suddenly Niall walked on to the screen. He sat down on the sofa and looked at the camera. He took a big breath.
'Hiya, I, erm, I couldn't say this to your face, so I, erm, I made this DVD to say it,' he began. He scratched the back of his head with his hand which made his hair go all fluffed up. 'I've been telling the boys this for a long time, and I thought now was the right time to tell you.' You began to get really worried and every thought began racing through your head. Was there something wrong with Niall? Was he moving away? Was he leaving the band? You carried on watching as all the bad thoughts went through your head.
'I, erm, I think I've fallen for you,' he said, looking down at the floor. 'I, just everytime you look at me, everytime you say my name, it just makes me tingle.' You had no idea that Niall felt like this, but there had always been something special between you and Niall. Whenvever you needed him, he'd always been there. Whenever something was wrong, he was always the first to listen. Now that you though about it, you had fallen for Niall too. You just hadn't realised it until now. 'But it doens't matter, because I know that nothing can happen between us, you don't feel the same, and I don't want to ruin our friendship. So I'm going away for a while now and when I come back, whenever that might be, hopefully my feelings will have gone and we can be friends, so this is goodbye. But only for now, I'll be back,' he said, walking over to the camera and turning it off. You didn't want Niall to leave! You wanted him to stay more than anything in the world. You ran out of your apartment door and ran to Niall's as fast as you could.
You ran at the door and banged your fist against the wood.
'Niall! Don't go, Niall! I love you too, please don't leave me!' you screamed through the door. You turned around and leant against the door, sliding down it so that you was sitting on the floor. You hugged your knees and cried, you cried the most you ever had done in your whole life. You couldn't believe that you had drove Niall away. It was all your fault that he had left, if only you had come back sooner, and maybe you would've caught Niall and been able to tell him how much you actually loved him.

You cried for hours, so mad at yourself. You must have fallen asleep at his door because you woke up layed at the foot on Niall's door.  Your face was wet with all the tears, you sat up. As you did you felt someone sitting next to you, but because it was so dark, you couldn't who it was. You looked at them and they looked at you.
'N-Niall?' you said, wiping away your tears.
'I know you don't feel the same, so there's no point in you staying to tell me not to go,' he began, his voice really shaky. 'Because I've already booked a plane ticket to Ireland for tommorow morning. I'm gunna go, just so that when we get back we can be friends.'
'But Niall I don't wanna be friends,' you told him, shaking your head at him.
'Well, I can understand why. Things are gunna be so awkward between us now,' he said, his voice beginning to break. You moved and sat in front of him, moving his hands away that were covering his face that were trying to cover his teary face. You moved in and kissed his soft lips. You could feel him smiling in the dark, and when you pulled back you felt his hand on your back. He pulled you in and hugged you.
'Please don't leave me Niall, I love you so much, please don't go,' you told him, your voice breaking as the tears began rolling down your cheeks again. He sighed.
'I won't, as long as you promise not to leave me,' he said, hugging you tighter.
'I promise.'

Long Liam Imagine

#Imagine you and all the boys had gone out on a night out around London. You had been to loads of clubs, and each one you'd had loads of drinks. All the boys were wasted, you were quite dunk but you was no where near as drunk as the boys, Liam was still sober though. You had gone to a new club, and Liam was currently at the bar, getting everyone their drinks. You and all the boys were just sitting around a table, waiting for Liam to come back. When he came back he placed them all down on the table and took a step back.
'Yahh!' Niall cheered, as he began to gulp down his pint of beer. You all laughed at him and sat back in your chairs. You all sat there talking and laughing as none of the boys were really making any sense due to the amount of alcohol they'd had.
'Well, I'm off to mingle,' Zayn shouted over the music as he stood up and turned to talk away.
'Aha, have fun!' Liam shouted after him. Louis stood up, gulping down his beer. He took one massive last gulp and banged the glass down on the table.
'Wait up Zayn!' he shouted, running after him. You turned to look at Niall, Liam and Harry, who you were expecting they wanted to go 'mingle' as well.
'What about you guys? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked.
'Oh why? Don't you want us here?' Harry joked.
'Yeah! But I thought you'd have wanted to go meet someone?' you shouted trying to make your self heard over the loud music.
'Yeah, come on Niall, it sounds like a good idea,' he said, lightly hitting Niall on the back in encouragement. Niall finished off his pint in what must have been a record time and stood up. Harry walked off, followed by Niall. You looked at Liam who was already staring at you. But when you looked at him, he blushed and looked away.
'What about you, eh? Don't you wanna go too?' you asked, rubbing your hand on his knee. He looked down at your hand and then up at you. 'Oh, sorry,' you said, taking your hand away.
'No, it's fine,' he said. 'I don't really want to go. And anyway, someone has to stay with you.'
'Aha, well if you say so,' you said, picking up your drink off the table and taking a sip of it. Suddenly, Beyonce's song Halo, which was your favourite song, came on the speakers and your eyes lit up. You placed your drink down on the table.
'Oh, Liam come dance!' you shouted, standing up and grabbing his hand. He pulled it back and shook his head.
'No, I... erm,' he said. Why didn't he want to dance? You moved closer to him so that your noses were nearly touching.
'You're coming to dance Liam,' you told him. He stood up and followed you to the dance floor, your hand still in his. You turned around to him and stood nearer to him. He put his hands on your waist, and you placed your arms around his neck. You were staring into each other's eyes, a huge smile on your face. All of a sudden, you got goosebumps all over your body and your heart started beating really fast. It was only Liam, why was you suddenly feeling this way? He began singing the words to you, which made you smile even more as it was your favourite song.

Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace, Baby I can see your halo..

You looked down at the floor and bit your lip, slowing moving together with the music. Liam put two of his shaky fingers under your chin. He lifted your chin up and moved his face nearer yours. His lips puckered and moved closer to yours. You moved your head nearer to his and your lips met. You felt Liam's tongue enter your mouth. You stood there with your arms around his neck, full on kissing. It felt amazing. You hadn't seen this side to Liam before, you could literally feel yourself falling for him. He pulled back from the kiss and looked deep into your eyes. You smiled and bit your lip, he did the same.
'I've been wanting to do that for so long,' he said, his head falling against yours so that your noses were touching.
'Well, I'm glad you did,' you said, leaning in again and kissing him. He pulled back and said,
'So, will you be my girlfriend?'
'Of course I will.'

Long Louis Imagine

#Imagine you came home from a hectic day at work. You life had been rubbish these last few weeks, you began to feel like you didn't want to be here anymore. A few weeks ago, you had broken up with your boyfriend, Louis, because things just weren't going anywhere. Well, that's what he said, but you had never loved anyone as much as you loved Louis. You knew that Louis had moved on, he had already had a girlfriend, but things didn't really work out well for them. Ever since he left, every single day you have cried about how much you missed him. You opened your apartment and walked in, closing the door behind you. You threw your bag down on the table, and walked over to the sofa. You fell down on top of it and layed there for a while, trying to keep back the tears. You layed there, with your hands on your chest, looking up at the ceiling. You felt so alone, like no-one was there for you anymore. You grabbed your keys and walked out of the door, locking the door behind you. You just walked, and walked. You didn't know where you was going. You just wanted to walk, you felt that if you walked far enough, you might be able to escape all your troubles. You just kept on walking, despite the fact that it was now dark, and you was probably miles away from your apartment. You turned down a little walkway and walked down it. You was sure that it was the right way back to your apartment, it looked quite familiar. You kept on walking down this little walkway, hoping that it would soon become all clear where you was.
 Suddenly, you felt someones hand around your wrist and you quickly turned around and gasped. There was a man standing there, with a big black padded coat on and a low hat on, covering his eyes.
 'Hiya gorgeous, what's your name?' he said, taking a step closer to you. You could smell the whisky and the cigarettes on his breath. You took a step backwards and tried to wriggle out his grasp, but he was holding your wrist too tight.
 'Can you let go of me please?' you whispered, scared of what he was going to do next as he pulled you in closer to him.
 'No, I want to get to know you,' he said in a welcoming voice, but he defiantly wasn't welcoming. 'Now, what's your name?' He unwrapped his coat and reached into a pocket on the inside of his coat. He brought out of his pocket a carving knife. Your heart began racing and your eyes widened. He took a step nearer you as you took a step back.
 'Ahh!' you screamed. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in close to him. Your head was leaning to the side because he had a big chunk of it, and had a hard grip on it.
 'Oh don't scream baby girl, I aren't gunna hurt you,' he whispered into your ear. Just the sound of him calling you 'baby girl' made your toes curl. There was houses at each side of the walkway, you just hoped that someone would look out there window soon and see this thug on you. But you still couldn't why this place was so familiar? He was breathing heavy into your ear and then he let go of your hair and you jumped your head back so that it was straight again. He took yet another step closer to you, placing the knife next to your waist. You just froze, you was too scared to move. You didn't breathe, you didn't think. You just stood there, too scared to even imagine what was going to happen next. He moved the knife up towards your shoulders, you still too afraid to move.
 'Hey?' came a familiar voice from behind this man. He quickly turned around to see who it was. You looked over his shoulder and there was Louis. That's why it had seemed so familiar! This was Stan's street and you and Louis had come here last Summer for his house party. The man turned away from you and faced Louis, making sure that Louis could see the knife. Louis' eyes widened and you saw him gulp.
 'Yes?' the man said, walking towards Louis and leaning his head nearer at him.
 'L-leave her alone,' Louis whispered, trying to look hard, but it wasn't working very hard as his fingers were shaking and you could see his forehead beginning to sweat.
 'Yeah? You want me to leave your little girlfriend alone?' he said, turning around and looking back at you. He grabbed your head and pulled it towards him and dropping the knife on the pavement. He pulled you in and kissed you hard on the lips, his tongue going everywhere. It was horrible. You just pressed your lips together, refusing to open them, and waited for it to be over. The man pulled back and looked down at the floor where he had dropped the knife. But it wasn't there. You looked down as well. And then you both looked at Louis; who had the knife in his shaky hands.
 'You touch her again, and you won't know what happened to you,' he said, his voice shaky. The man walked towards him and looked at him.
 'You're pathetic, you know that? Anyway, you can have the nun, she doesn't put out anyway,'  the man said beginning to walk off. That was it. It was all over. Louis looked at you and gave a mischievous smile.
 'You know what?' he said as he grabbed the fist of the man and pulled him back round so that he was facing Louis. Louis was just a bit shorter, but it didn't matter. Louis swung his fist around at the man and whacked him right across the face.
 'Lou! No!' you screamed. Not because you didn't want the man to be hurt. That was the thing that you wanted most right now. But you knew that the man would hit, if not worse, Louis. The man fell to the floor making a pool of blood on the grey concrete that was pouring out of his nose. He stood up and knocked the knife out of Louis' hand, which was now covered in blood. The man ran to the knife and picked it up. He turned and pointed it at Louis. He ran at him and then stopped inches away from him.
 'You're welcome,' he said.
 'For what?' Louis said, looking confused.
 'For this,' he whispered before sticking the knife deep into Louis' leg. Louis screamed out in pain and then fell to the floor. The man pulled the knife out of Louis leg and ran away. You ran to Louis and knelt down beside him.
 'Quick, my phone's in my pocket,' he shouted. You pulled out his phone and rang the ambulance. You put the phone down and placed the phone down on the road.
 'They'll be here soon Louis, don't worry,' you told him, trying to be reassuring. You hugged him tightly and lent his back across your legs so that he was sitting up right. You stroked his hair and made shushing noises. He looked at you with tears rolling down his face.
 'It's gunna be fine. You've got nothing to worry about,' you told him.
 'Promise,' he said, his voice shaky.
 'I promise,' you told him. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to come. You kept talking to Louis, not wanting him to fall asleep. 'Look Louis, the ambulance is here now, every thing's going to be fine. It's going to be alright,' you said as the ambulance whizzed round the corner. The doctors took Louis up into the ambulance on a stretcher and asked you if you wanted to go. You knew that Louis wouldn't want you there, but he wouldn't have had anyone if you hadn't gone with him. You felt like you needed to. For Louis. The drive to the hospital was long. Louis layed there on the stretcher, his body almost lifeless. His hand was leaning over the side of the bed and you took hold of it without thinking. You wrapped your fingers around his sweaty palm and rested your hand there. You felt his fingers grip around yours. His head rolled over and looked at your hands that were clasped together. Then he looked at you. His eyes were filled with tears and then he mouthed, 'I love you'. You was so overwhelmed and then you mouthed back, 'I love you too.' A smile spread over his sodden face.

You was sitting in the waiting room when a nurse walked in. She called out your name and glanced around at all the other people in the waiting room. You stood up and walked over to her.
 'That's me,' you told her. She smiled sweetly at you.
 'I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Louis is making an amazing recovery. The wound wasn't that deep and just needed to be sewn up. He should be able to leave within a few days,' she told you. You were so over the moon. You didn't know what to do. You flung your arms around the nurses neck and hugged her tightly.
 'Thank you,' you whispered into her ear.
 'Aha, it's quite alright,' she said before giving you a stern look. 'He's up for seeing people if you want to see him.'
 'Oh, I don't know if that would be such a good idea,' you told her. Louis had been quite high on medication when he was in the ambulance. He probably didn't even remember telling you those things.
 'Well, he requested to see you,' she told you.
 'Me? Are you sure it was me?' you told her confusingly.
 'Yes, it was defiantly you he wanted,' she said before turning around and walking towards the door. When she got to the door she turned around to look at you. 'Well, come on then.'
 You followed her down long corridors and up lots of stair cases. You were going over things in your head. Had Louis remember holding your hand in the ambulance? Or did he just want to talk? You eventually got to Louis' room and the nurse opened the door. She let you in and stood in the doorway. There was Louis, looking more beautiful than ever. He smiled sheepishly at you, and you did the same back.
 'I'll just leave you too alone,' the nurse said before walking out. You walked over to Louis and tears began rolling down your face. You sat down in the chair next to his bed.
'Lou, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I should never have gone out by myself. I should never have gone down that walkway. I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry,' you cried to him. He didn't look bothered at all.
 'Don't be sorry,' he said. You looked at him, confused. What was he talking about? Was he still high on medication. 'Don't be sorry for any of it.'
 'But why not? It's my fault that you got stabbed in the leg,' you wept.
 'Yes, but none of that stuff had happened, I wouldn't have been able to say them things to you that I had wanted to say fro such a long time,' he said all in one breath. So he did remember! You was so over the moon.
 'Wha-' you began.
 'Will you please be my girlfriend again?' he asked, interrupting you. You were doing flips inside, of course you wanted to be Louis' girlfriend again.
 'Y-yes,' you hesitated, standing up and throwing your arms around his neck, trying not to touch his leg as it was still sore. You pulled back and looked in his eyes. You ran your eyes through his ruffled hair, you moved in to kiss him and his head moved nearer yours. His lips met yours and your hands fell through his hair. 'See.'
 'What?' Louis said pulling back from the kiss.
 'I told you everything would be alright,' you told him.
 'Aha, that's right. You promised,' he said, laughing.
 'I promised.'

Long Zayn Imagine

#Imagine you had been out for the day with your friends and now you were going back to your apartment. You had loads of shopping bags and you had bought lots of new clothes. You got your key out of your pocket and stuck it in the lock, but the door was already unlocked. You opened the door quickly and glanced around the room. Nothing had changed. You slowly walked over to your dining table and placed all of your bags down, and you walked around all the rooms to make sure that no-one was in your house. You checked your bedroom, but no-one was there. You walked back into the living room, and there was someone sitting on your sofa. You screamed in shock and he turned around. It was Zayn.
 'Ohh, you gave me a right shock! What are you doing here?' you said in relief walking over to him and giving him a hug. He didn't reply. You pulled back from the hug and looked up at him. 'What were you doing here?' you repeated. He looked at you deep in your eyes.
 'Why do you smell of men's aftershave?' he whispered. You sniffed your jumper and he was right, you did smell a little of it.
 'Oh, that's because we met up with Rebecca's boyfriend and he gave me a hug,' you said, going to sit down on the sofa. Zayn followed you and sat next to you, but he didn't put his arm round you neck like he usually did. 'What's wrong?' you asked him. He was sat with his hands in his lap and he looked really uncomfortable.
 'Nothing,' he replied in a high pitched voice. 'So what was Rebecca's boyfriend called?' his eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
 'Erm, he's called Sam, I think,' you told him, trying to remember his name.
 'Oh, and how long have him and Rebecca been together?' he asked. Why was he so interested in Sam all of a sudden?
 'About 5 months I think,' you told him, standing up off the sofa and going back to the table to look in your bags, and to get away from Zayn's constant questions. But he followed you to the table, and he began looking in your bags as well.
 'Oh, and are they happy together?' What kind of question was that? Of course they were happy together! Why was Zayn so bothered about them.
 'Yeah, they're really happy together. Why?' you asked him, looking up from the bags. He didn't though, he kept on fishing through them. He shrugged his shoulders.
 'Just wondering,' he whispered. 'Do you like him?' he asked. That was why he was so bothered about Sam. Zayn was scared that you had done something with him.
 'Zayn, do you not trust me?' you shouted taking a step back from the table and looking at him. He turned around to look at you and gave you the puppy dog eyes. 'Oh my god, you don't trust me? After everything we've had together! You really think that I'm stupid enough to throw all that away!' you screamed at him before walking into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you. You layed on your bed with your face pressed into your pillow, mascara running all over the place because of your tears. You cried into the pillow for a while. You cried because you couldn't believe that Zayn didn't trust you. You had both been loyal and trusting during your relationship. It was the best relationship you had ever had. Zayn was 'the one'. And now he was accusing you of cheating. You sat up on the bed, your back leaning against the top of the bed. You sat there, staring at the wall at the other end of your bed, trying to think things over. Zayn had probably gone back to his own apartment. But then you heard someone breathing heavily on the other side of the door, Zayn was still there. And by the sound of his heavy breathing and constant sniffing, he had been crying. You walked over the door, you was about to open it, but you just couldn't see Zayn yet. There was something pulling you back. You just turned and lent against the door, and your back slid down the door so you was sat on the floor. Zayn was just on the other side, in reaching distance nearly. But you still didn't now if you could forgive him. How could he not have trusted you? You would never have cheat on Zayn, you would never even think about cheating on him.
 'I'm so sorry,' you heard come from the other side of the door. The tears began rolling down your face again, you didn't answer though. You had your legs crossed and your arms were wrapped around you legs. You hugged your legs tight and sighed loudly. 'Can I come in please?' he whispered through the door. You stood up and faced the door, wiping the tears away from your eyes. You grabbed the door handle and opened the door and there was Zayn sitting on the floor, in the same position that you was sat in moments ago. You sat back down next to him, but this time there was no door there. You just both sat there, heavy breathing, with teary eyes. After a while Zayn broke the silence.
 'I'm sorry, I just get a bit protective some times. I do trust you, I never doubted that for a second, I just don't wanna lose you,' he said. You turned your head to face him and you could feel the tears coming back again.
 'Come here,' you said, flinging your arms around Zayn's neck. 'You have nothing to worry about babe, I'm not going anyway,' you told him. It was true though, as long as Zayn wanted you, you was his. And you hoped it stayed like for ever.

Long Niall Imagine

#Imagine you and Niall had been dating for almost a year. It had been going really well, you had never felt like this about anyone before. Niall was coming round later to do a twitcam at your house. You was looking forward to it. You had done loads of twitcams with Niall before, and every single one of them you had always laughed until you cried. He could make you laugh like no one else could. He was amazing. You walked into your bedroom and lifted your laptop off of your bed, it was switched off. You pressed the on button and waited for it to turn on. You logged into twitter, your relationship with Niall had come out a while ago, and everyone was fine with it. Of course you got some hate, but you didn't care, as long as you had Niall. You set up the twitcam but you waited for Niall to arrive before you started. There was a knock at the door and you raced to it. You grabbed the door handle and pulled the door back.
 'Hiya!' came a voice from behind the door. There was Niall.
 'Hey!' you shouted back, leaping on him and giving him a hug. Your arms were around his neck, his arms around your waist. Your feet were well above the ground, and Niall walked into your apartment, kicking the door behind him so that it closed shut. You placed your feet back on the ground and looked up at Niall. You pushed your hand through his messy blonde hair and looked into his big blue eyes.
 'I missed you,' he whispered.
 'You only saw me yesterday,' you chuckled, your hands falling down onto him bum. His lips brushed against yours and pulled back quickly.
 'Exactly,' he said under his breath, as he turned and walked towards your laptop, which was sat on the sofa. You followed and landed next to him. He placed the laptop on his knees and began the broadcast.
 'Hi everybody!' Niall shouted, in his broad Irish accent. You both talked on twitcam for hours, just like the rest of them, this one had been just as funny. The laptop was on your knee now, and Niall had his arm around your neck. You didn't want it to end, but you and Niall had made plans to go out with the rest of the boys that night, and you both needed to start getting ready.
 'Well guys, it's been fun bu-' you began saying to the computer screen.
 'Wait... not yet,' he whispered, interrupting you. He looked down at his hands that were in his lap and started twiddling his thumbs and sucked in his lips. You looked at him.
 'Niall? What's wrong?' you said to him. He grabbed the laptop and put in on his knee so that you weren't in the shot anymore. 'What are you doing?' you asked.
 'Okay guys, so there is something that I have wanted to do for a long time, and I thought, what better way than to do it in front of all you guys,' Niall began, saying into the computer, you was getting quite scared now as you didn't know what Niall was about to do. He pottered over into the middle of the room and placed the laptop down on the little coffee table, so that the screen and the camera was facing you and Niall. He stood in front of you as you was still sat on the sofa, and he held his hand out to you.
 'What?' you asked, you weren't sure what he was asking you to do.
 'Take my hand,' he laughed.
 'Oh right,' you shouted, placing your hand on his. He made you stand up and stood you in front of the camera. He knelt down to talk to the camera.
 'Here goes,' he whispered. You looked at him as he stood up and looked at you. 'So, there's been something that I've wanted to do for a while now,' he said, smirking at you.
 'Okay...' you said, your arms were folded.
 'So,' he got down on one knee. You didn't know what to do. Your hand just shot up to your mouth as you was so gobsmacked. His hand went into his pocket and brought out a small navy blue box. He opened it and pulled back the lid to reveal the best engagement ring you had ever seen. 'Will you marry me?' he said, a huge smile cracking on his face. Your legs just went from under you and you knelt down in front on him on the soft carpet. You just shook your head at him.
 'Niall... of course I will!' you shouted as you through your arms around his neck. You pulled back and he took hold of your hand. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You were so happy that you began to cry little happy tears. You held your hand up to examine the ring. It was beautiful.
 'So guys, hope you liked that, I know I did. But me and my fiance have to go now!' he laughed to the computer, before going offline on the twitcam. This was perfect. Now you and Niall were together. Forever.

Long Harry Imagine

#Imagine you woke up on a Saturday morning because of the sunlight shooting through your bedroom curtains. Harry had been off on tour for the last couple of weeks and he was finally coming home. You jumped up out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. You saw your self in the mirror and gasped you looked that bad. You decided to get shower, so you stripped off and turned on the shower. You washed your hair and cleaned yourself and then you got out. You wrapped a towel around you body. You walked back into your bedroom and shoved on some clothes. You put on some jeans and Harry's old jumper that he had left the last time he was with you. You had worn it almost everyday that he had been gone because it reminded you so much of hm. it smelt like him and everything. You dried your hair and grabbed your phone and your keys. You went to the shop to pick up some of Harry's favourite foods for him coming around later. You walked into the nearest supermarket. You walked past the newspaper stand to see Harry plastered on across the front of each one. But it was nothing good, he was kissing another girl. You just fell to the floor, your head was in your hands and you wept into them. You couldn't believe that Harry could do this to you. You felt like you were sitting there crying for years, but after a while you felt someones hand on your back.
 'Hey miss, are you alright,' you looked up to see the shop keeper staring down at you with his hand on your shoulder. You stood up and took one of the newspapers off of the stand.
 'Yeah, I'm fine, I'll just take this,' you whispered, handing him a pound coin. 'Keep the change.' You turned and walked out the shop, Harry had lots of explaining to do. You walked back to your apartment and sat down on the sofa with the newspaper next to you.. You texted Harry;
 'Let's not meet at the Starbucks like we were meant to, come to my apartment :)xxxx' You waited for a reply from Harry. 'Okay, see you soon. xxx' He eventually texted back. You couldn't wait to see him, you were so looking forward to seeing what his pathetic excuse was. You picked up the newspaper walked into your bedroom and layed on the bed, your head resting against the top of the bed. Your bed was in the corner of the room, next to the window, so you looked out the window, watching everyone walk around down below. You still had the paper in your hands. The tears began to stream down your face, you tried to hold them back, but it was no use. They trickled down your face and dripped off your chin. You suddenly heard someone come through the door.
 'Babe, where are you?' you heard them say. It was Harry. You didn't say anything; you didn't even move, you just stayed looking out of the window. The bedroom door opened and Harry waked in.
 'Ahh, there you are,' he said as he walked in. He came and layed next to you and put his arms around you. You got goosebumps all over your body, but not the good kind. You lifted the newspaper up to Harry.
 'How could you?' you whispered to him. His smile suddenly disappeared as he took the newspaper off you. He looked at the picture and then looked at you.
 'This isn't me!' he shrieked. You wiped your tears away with the end of your sleeve and got off the bed.
 'Yeah, nice try Harry, you can pick your stuff up later,' you said as you walked to the door and opened it.
 'No, it's not me. Look!' he said, thrusting the paper in to your face. You looked at the newspaper, but it still looked like him.
 'Lookes pretty much like you to me!' you screamed, throwing the paper on the floor. The tears streamed down your face, there was no stopping them.
 'It's not me, and I can prove it! It says this picture was taken last night, and I was at Zayn's last night!' he said to you, thinking that it would make things better.
 'Awww, you got yourself a little false alibi have you?' you said, stepping nearer to him so that your noses were nearly touching, but you walked towards the sofa and your head fell onto your hands. You cred uncontrollably now.
 'Please babe, you gotta believe-' Harry began, he sat down next to you on the sofa and put his hand on your thigh.
 'No! Get off me!' you screamed at him as you jumped up from the sofa. 'I think you should go.'
 'Fine,' he shouted as he stood up and walked out the door. He slammed it behind him and you just fell onto the floor, you wept more than you ever had in your entire life. You crawled over to the newspaper that was crumpled up on the floor, and you looked at it. It wasn't Harry. He was right. The papers had try to say it was him, but it wasn't. You felt so stupid. You had mistaken Harry for doing something that he hadn't and now you had lost him. You just wept into the paper, and them you sniffed Harry's jumper. It smelt just like him. You heard footsteps outside of your door, and then suddenly you heard strumming of a guitar. It was One Thing.

     I tried playing it cool
    But when I'm looking at you
    I can't ever be brave
    Cause you make my heart race

 It was Harry. You went to the door and you was about to open it, but then you paused. You turned away from the door, and your back slid down the door so that you was sitting on the floor. Harry was louder down hear so you could tell that he was sitting down as well. You just listened to him hypnotising voice.

    I need that one thing
    And you've got that one thing.

He finished as you stood up. You wiped away the tears with the end of your sleeve. You grabbed the door handle and pulled the door back.
 'So what do you say?' he said, his head looking down at the floor.
 'Well, you're a terrible guitar player,' you laughed.
 'Oh, I'm wounded,' he joked, taking a step nearer to you. He looked into your eyes and his smile disappeared off his face. His hand made it's way up to your face and his fingers ran through your hair, but his eyes stayed fixed on yours. 'So, are we good?'
 'No,' you said, turning away from Harry. He loved it when you played hard to get. He placed his guitar down against the door that was still open. His big strong arms wrapped around your body and you could feel his breath on your ear. You couldn't help but turn around. You turned to look into his eyes and your lips pressed against his, and you felt his mouth crack a huge smile.
 'I love you so much,' he whispered.
 'I love you more,' you whispered back.
 'That's not possible.'

Long Liam Imagine

#Imagine you and Liam had been dating for as long as you could remember, you were both perfect for each other. Everyone else thought so as well. All the rest of the boys were constantly winding yo and Liam up for kissing when you were together. But you didn't care. You loved that you were both so close. Liam was coming round soon to watch a film, you said that he could pick a film to watch. You were getting into your pyjamas when there was a knock at the door, you quickly pulled on your bottoms and ran to the door. You peered through the peep hole and saw that Liam was standing there, looking down at his phone, which he was holding at waist level. You felt your body go warm all over, just the thought of him made you tingle. You grabbed the door handle and swung the door back. Liam suddenly looked up from his phone and up at you. His face lit up and a huge smile spread across his face.
 'Heya!' he shouted, tucking his phone into his back pocket. He hugged you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your lips were pressed against his neck. His hands were around your waist and you could feel him moving his hand up and down your back. He pulled back after a while and looked into your eyes. You stared back and saw a little twinkle in his eyes. He breathed deep and shook his head at you.
 'What's wrong?' you whispered.
 'Nothing, you're just so perfect,' he whispered back, starting to his your neck. He made his way up to the side of your head and started nibbling your ear. Your hands were moving all over his back, and your back was nearly bent in half you were arching it that much.
 'So what film have you brought?' you said to Liam, as he continued to kiss your neck. He left your neck now and looked back into your eyes. A cheeky smile appeared on his face.
 'Toy story? Again?' you moaned as you had watched it so many times. He pondered across the room to your television, where the DVD player was sitting underneath it. He pressed the open button on the DVD player, took the film out of his Gola bag that he had brought with him and shoved the disc in the DVD player. He grabbed the remote of the table and sat down on the sofa. He patted the space next to him.
 'Come on, come and sit down,' he shouted to you. You walked over to the soft leather sofa and sat down. He put his arm around your neck and you layed down on his chest. You heard his heart beating fast and your head was moving slowly up and down with the movement of his chest. You watched some of the film, but you had watched it so many times that you knew it word for word. You took tour head off Liam's chest and looked at him. He looked so perfect, his brown hair all scruffed up, his brown eyes shining in the harsh light coming through your window. You lent in to kiss him as your lips brushed his, and you felt a big smile spread across his face. His tongue entered your mouth and soon you were snogging. You sat over him, one leg on each side of his waist, your hands moving through his hair. Your tongues were moving all over, but soon you pulled back, your lips moist from Liam's tongue.
 'I love you so much,' you whispered, moving your legs back round do that you was sitting next to him. Your hand was on his belly, and his eyes were fixed on yours.
 'Oh but babe...' he whispered as his face moved closer to yours, your noses almost touching. '..I love you so much more.' You giggled and began kissing him again. Perfect, that's the only way that you could describe this night.