but what if...?

Harry:

@Louis_Tomlinson: Y/N just tell him to leave you alone so you can recite your piece in peace! Haha! And Harry, your hair is a mess sort it out mate. Love you guys x

Liam:

@NiallOfficial: er Liam and Y/N, are you two a little cold in there? Haha, totally loved up!

Louis:

@Harry_Styles: I have no idea how this photo of Louis and Y/N got on here but at the same time it’s the cutest picture ever. love these guys! ….but seriously how did it get there?

Niall:

@zaynmalik: this is not cheesy at all! Niall and Y/N together once more, look at my awesome photography skills! These two riding the rollercoaster that is life x

Zayn:

@Real_Liam_Payne: Zayn and Y/N, hope you don’t fall :D x

I’ll be doing the personal imagines tommorrow (:

Do you want me to do a pregnancy series? Message me if you do… (:

Thanks for being so patient with me guys, I’m so close to my goal of 500 followers. c:

xxx

Zayn was with the boys on stage doing their thing, and you were backstage with the management and the sound crew. You didn’t really enjoy going to these concerts as frankly, you got hate from every single show you went to, whether it was to your face or hinted to Zayn. This time was worse, though. The boys were reading out tweets on the giant screen and most of them were normal, fun tweets. But then came ones directed at you. The ones that particularly got you were the ones that compared you to Perrie or the ones that said that you need to either get severe plastic surgery or just kill yourself. The boys read it out by accident and gasped, totally in shock. To your surprise, most of the fans in the arena gasped and booed as well but there were a select few, that were closer to the stage that were laughing and jeering at your reaction. The sound crew all tried to console you but the tears kept running, ruining your make up. Zayn threw his microphone down and ran backstage where you stood, shaking and sobbing. “Y/N, baby, are you alright?” he said sadly, engulfing you in a hug.

“No, I’m not,” you cried, snuggling into Zayn’s shoulder.

“Oh hun….I’m so sorry they’re doing this, do they do this all time?” Zayn asked you, wiping your tears away and frowning.

“No,” you lied. “It’s a one off. I’ll be fine.”

Somehow, Zayn could tell you were lying and was desperate to do something about it.

The cool wind blew in the air around you as you stood on the cliff, looking at the area of rocks and water below you. The hate had reached to the point where you couldn’t take it, and it got to the point when you got disappointed when you woke up alive in the morning. Niall was more than aware of the hate, he was getting it too, and it was breaking him slowly to see you that way. So now when you woke up one morning and took an early walk to the Cliffside looking over and Niall saw you through the bedroom window, he thought it was all over. “Y/N, NO!” he yelled, sprinting from the house to where you stood, sobbing your eyes out. You turned around and watched Niall rush to you, holding you close and bringing you away from the edge of the cliff. “What were you thinking?! You were going to leave me?!”

“I don’t know,” you cried.

“Do you know what I would do without you? I wouldn’t be able to function!” Niall yelled, torn between anger and pure hurt that he nearly lost you.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS?” you screamed back, so you could be heard over the roaring winds.

“OF COURSE. I break down every time I see you read your tweets. I hear you when you’re crying in your sleep and I know, from when you sigh whenever you wake up, that you’d rather be dead,” Niall sobbed, tears streaming down his face and clutching your head to his chest as you cried. “But, Y/N, princess, this isn’t the way out. Please, let me get you help, everything will be so much better, I swear to you. I will leave the band, I will change my name and my identity if it means that you feel a lot better and we can be together without any problems,” Niall promised shakily, as you both stood there on the cliff, locked in each other’s embrace.

You were a tough girl. You never let anything get to you and whenever you were upset, you kept it to yourself and you didn’t even tell Louis. Therefore, Louis never assumed that anything was wrong, even when the hate comments flooded in through Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook, because the haters were such angels toward Louis he never suspected a thing. The haters weren’t even Larry Stylinson shippers, they were general fans and you had no idea what you had done to get the hate you did.

One morning you were out with Louis, going to the studio with him. By this time, most of the fans had clued onto what management’s car looked like, so when they drove you into London the fans would attack the car by screaming ‘I LOVE YOU LOUIS’ and running with the car down the roads. But this time was different. All you could hear was insults and death threats coming through the car window. They were so harsh, you couldn’t help but let out a small tear, little did they know that the one tear held so much emotion. Louis turned to you in shock as he heard the threats too and gasped when he saw the tear roll down your cheek. This was a surpise to him. “Babe! Are you alright? Wait, stupid question, I’m so sorry I should’ve seen this coming!” he rambled, bringing you in for an apologetic hug.

“Don’t worry, Lou,” you sniffed, giving him a watery smile and taking a deep breath in.

“I am worrying, babe! I thought everything was okay! This is so stupid of me,” Louis sighed, rubbing circles on your back.

“I’m fine, I promise,” you nodded, as Louis kissed the top of your head, even though you weren’t okay and you didn’t know if you ever would be.  

I think we should take some time to realise that our lives may change dramatically in an hour and a bit?

I can’t. Lets just…I can’t even

bYE.

ifluff1d:

No Prince Harry imagines?! NO! This is unacceptable!

I’m on it!

Liam had no idea that the hate that was being sent to you was this bad. The fans were totally sweet about you on Liam’s twitter but the tweets they sent to you privately weren’t even funny. You tried to put on a brave face and with Liam, it was alright because he was there for you and you somewhat forgot about everything that people said about you. But once Liam went on tour with boys which sadly you couldn’t attend to, you felt so alone. So Liam decided to do a Twitcam with two webcams, one from the hotel room that he was in and the other connected to your laptop. Majority of the fans loved you but those select few were totally against you. And they were watching the Twitcam.

“Hi guys, I’m here with my beautiful Y/N who is on the other side of the world,” Liam waved at the camera and then got up quickly to get Niall so that he could join in. You began to wave back when a few tweets in capital letters came in. Telling you how useless, twisted and purely crap you were. It wasn’t true, you were the most perfect person Liam had ever set eyes on. But you didn’t know that, so when you read the tweets, you broke down on camera. Live. Liam came back with Niall and gasped as soon as he saw you crying. “Babe! Are you alright?” he asked, rushing to the camera. You shook your head and sobbed harshly as more comments came flooding in. Niall frowned and peered at the comments coming in.

“Oi, you are so rude!” he exclaimed. Liam looked at the comments along with Niall and his face got really angry.

“LOOK, shut up all of you sending the comments in! You’re so rude and clearly not a proper fan, so if you don’t respect my girlfriend then I have no respect for you!” he yelled.

“Neither do I, or the rest of the boys,” Niall said firmly, crossing his arms. Liam turned off the Twitcame so it was just private with you and him, and Niall of course who had gone back to eating.

“Are you okay love?” Liam whispered to the camera. You gave him a watery smile and nodded, wiping the tears away. “I’m flying you out, alright? You’ll be with me soon, I promise. I love you.”