The First "I Love You" #Imagine Zayn: "I love you.." You blinked in the darkness, the tiredness that once dragged down your eyes was immediately erased. Your mouth parted to reply, yet your breath was caught in your throat, your eyes flicking back and forth between his. Even in the dead of the night you could still spot the ghost of a smile that passed over his lips, rolling over to press the side of his face into the pillow. “Come here." Your body froze as you continued to gape at him, opened mouthed. “Wha-" Your waist was trapped in his arms as he tugged you against him, guiding your face into his chest. “You heard me," He repeated in your ear, ghosting his lips across your forehead. “I love you.." Liam: "I love you, god dammit!" Your head snapped around, your hand freezing on the cool door knob. Fresh tears welled in your eyes, rolling over the dry ones across your cheeks. “What?" You quipped sharply, yet barely audible. “What did you just say?" The red in his face had started to fade, the anger visibly leaving his body. Shoulders sagging, palms flattening against his legs, a heavy sigh escaped through his pale lips. “I love you, Y/N," He repeated, this time much softer. “I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t want you to leave. Not now, not ever.." Niall: "I love you!" It wasn’t really meant to slip through his lips like that, the words flying out before his conscious could store them away. His tone of voice was playful, a smile wide on his pink lips before it slowly pulled down into an O. "You what?" You blinked a few times, processing the three simple words in your mind. “Well I didn’t mean to say it.." You frowned, taking a step away. “No," He reached out for you, pulling you back into him. “I mean I didn’t mean to say it like that. Wasn’t very romantic was it?" He chuckled, pale cheeks tinting pink, “but yeah. I do love you, Y/N. A lot." Harry: "You wanna know something? I love you.." You swore your heart literally skipped a beat, something within your stomach seeming to flutter into your throat. It started out as a simple late night talk, where he fiddled with your hair, rattling on about things he wanted to do in the future, little secrets he never told anyone else. Of all things, you didn’t expect those words to leave his mouth. You craned your neck, looking at him open mouthed. “Wha-" He cut you off with a quick kiss, thumb brushing over your pouted lower lip. “Shh." Louis: "You really think I would do that? I love you Y/N!" You thrashed in his grip, trying your best to pull away. Hysterical tears spilled from your eyes and tumbled down your cheeks, gasps and squeals of protests leaving your mouth. You barely registered the words his yelled, trying your best to break free. His index finger and thumb captured your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Stop," He ordered sharply, tone of voice cutting away your protests. His lips pressed harshly against yours, pulling away so your noses brushed, repeating against your lips, “I love you."
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 04:40:19 +0000
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