One Direction Preferences

save tonight

Louis:

Drawing the curtains closed over the tall glass windows, Louis moved around the living room, diligently lighting each candle. He knew this night wouldn’t last forever, and tomorrow when the sun would evidently rise, all he’d be left with were his goodbyes. The reoccurring thought was slowly tearing him apart, his heart breaking with even the thought of having to leave you behind. “Louis,” you murmured, helping him to shake off his inevitable thoughts. He looked at you, seeing your warm smile gracing your lips and that was all he needed. “Sorry, love. I was just, thinking,” he sighed, running a hand through his chocolate locks. Crossing the room in just a few short strides, he lowered himself to the sofa, curling you into his embrace. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you queried, gazing up at him through your thick lashes. You saw the warm flicker of candlelight dance in his bright sapphire eyes as he stared back at you, but the truest light you knew, came from the loving look he bestowed upon you. “No, love,” he hummed, lightly kissing your temple, “all I need is you and me, and a bottle of wine.” Your lighthearted laughter mixing together in the dimly lit room, the two of you spent the remainder of the evening, holding each other tight.            

Zayn:

You walked into your shared London flat to find Zayn sitting alone, in the dimly lit kitchen. A half empty bottle of wine sat before him on the maple dining table, two long stem wine glasses filled with the scarlet liquid. His earnest coffee eyes met yours across the room, his sadness reflected in their shining surfaces. “Hey,” you whispered, shedding your coat, and dropping your keys to the shiny surface. “Hey,” he repeated, taking another long swig from his glass. “How was work?” Letting out a long sigh, you collapsed into the seat beside him. “Awful. I’m so sorry I’m just getting home now. It’s our last night together, and I had to spend half of that precious time away from you,” you groaned, focusing your gaze on your lap. “Hey, hey, look at me,” Zayn murmured, tipping your chin up with his knuckle. He saw the glassy look of tears threatening in your eyes, and his heart sank. “I know I leave tomorrow, and I know it’s late. More than anything, I wish I could stay, but we both know I can’t,” he soothed. “So, take this wine, and drink with me,” he stated handing you the second glass, “and let’s delay our misery.” With a small smile you accepted his offer, enjoying your last few hours together.     

Harry:

“I wish that I could save tonight, and stay in this moment forever,” he sighed, looping his long arms tighter around your waist. Drawing you in closer to his body under the warm sheets, you rested your head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. “Me too, Harry,” you murmured, tracing his tattoos with your fingertips, as you trailed kisses along his bare skin. His lips were pressed tight to your hair, your bodies pressed tight together, and you felt your heart slowly breaking as time ticked by. You felt like if you held on just a little stronger, or shut your eyes a little tighter, that you could make this moment last forever. “I wish somehow, we could fight the break of dawn,” Harry’s voice broke through your thoughts, as if he could hear them rolling around inside your head. “I hate that tomorrow I’ll be gone. I hate that I have to leave you,” he groaned. “Hey now,” you cut in, raising your head to look at him, “No more sad talk, okay? Let’s just the make the most of our time, and enjoy this moment.” Even in the darkened space of the bedroom, you could see his lips curl into a smile, it reaching all the way up to his eyes, turning them a deep shade of green. “I love you. You know that?” he laughed, pushing the hair off your forehead. “I love you more,” you whispered, smiling as he pulled your lips to his.          

Liam:

Huddled together on the worn leather sofa, your body was kept warm by Liam’s affectionate embrace, and there was no trace left of the winter air swirling outside. There were logs on the fire, the flames flickering and dancing before your eyes in the wide stone fireplace. He tangled his fingers repeated through yours, memorizing the distinct way your fingers dipped and curved. Each line, and freckle of your skin was like a roadmap to him, leading him straight to your heart. He kissed your cheek lightly, leaving a trail of his affection hot and sweet along your skin. “The fire burns, like me for you,” Liam whispered, voice low and husky in your ear. You felt him smile against you, nibbling seductively at your neck. You couldn’t help but smile right along with him, enjoying his playful tactics, and smooth talking. Crawling slowly into his lap, you looped your arms around his neck, twisting your fingers in his short brown hair, connecting your gaze with his opulent brown eyes. His lips tangled with yours, hands moving feverishly as he kissed you, savoring the time he had left with you. The moment was almost too good to be true, and you found yourself counting your blessings. For you knew, that tomorrow would come, and take Liam away from you.

Niall:

Standing before the gate, Niall’s calloused fingers, cradled your small, delicate hand in his own. The sweatshirt he wore clung to his body, and you envied the soft grey fabric. You wished with all of your heart that you could wrap yourself around him as that sweatshirt did now. You wanted to pull him into your arms, and keep him there forever, never letting him drift from your embrace again. “Princess?” Niall’s voice was quiet, as it cut through your dazed thoughts. “Hmm? What?” your head snapped up, eyes settling on Niall. He had his green backpack slung over one shoulder, baseball cap covering his streaky blonde hair. You shook your head, biting back the mass of tears brimming in your eyes. He gazed down at you, those blue topaz eyes locked on yours, and you knew that saying goodbye hurt him just as much as it hurt you. No matter how many times you went through this ritual of goodbyes, it never became any less painful. “Darlin, please, don’t start to cry,” he soothed. Cupping your cheek in his strong hand, he carefully brushed his thumb under your eye, catching a tear as it fell. You chewed your bottom lip, holding back your sobs with every ounce of valor you had. “You know I’ve got to go,” he asserted, “but Lord, I wish it wasn’t so.” With a whispered ‘I love you’ and a long, fervent kiss to the lips, he was gone.