One Direction Preferences<3

#31 Change Your Ticket

Harry: A long weekend with Harry went by too quickly. You felt like you'd only just arrived, and already it was time to go. After throwing your shirt over your head, your eyes darted to the clock on the wall; you had to be on a plane in less than 3 hours. You were about to speak, when Harry did instead. "Watching you get dressed, messes with my head," he commented, as you picked up the bag that held all of your belongings, "Take that bag off your shoulder." "I can't Harry," you sighed, while glancing at the clock yet again. You didn't want to leave, but it wasn't really an option. "Just come get back in bed. We still got time left. You said three hours, and it's only a few minutes to drive there, so just 30 more minutes and then you can leave. Please." You would hate to be late, and possibly miss your flight, but looking at Harry, you didn't want to leave at all. Maybe a few minutes more wouldn't hurt. "Twenty minutes, and then I have to go."

Louis: "It's hard to keep a secret," you reminded Louis, as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you were nothing at the moment, barely even friends, but it was heading for so much more than that. You knew it, and he knew it, but no one else in the world did, and you wanted to keep it that way. For a while at least, this was for you to know, and no one else. If it didn't work, it was best no one ever knew. So you were worried about the amount of time you were spending together, and what people would think. "I should go, before someone sees me here." "Don't leave me all alone in this hotel," Louis quickly responded, before pointing at the windows, which had dark shades covering them, "And these shades can hide us from the streets. Stay one weekend, I promise that I'll never tell." You glanced at the windows, which no one could see through, and then back at Louis. You did want to spend the weekend with him, you were just worried what others would say. No one was here though, so who would say anything at all? "One weekend, and then you can tell if this does work out."

Zayn: You were so nervous as you showed up at Zayn's front door. He had called you, and after a long conversation, one that led into topics you normally were too shy to speak of, you said you would come over. And you both knew what those words meant. As you knocked, you felt your hands sweating. Maybe he didn't think the same thing was about to happen that you did? What if he didn't really like you? What if this was all just for sex, and then he'd be move onto the next girl? After he opened the door, and a short conversation occurred, he took your hand, "Let's go up to my room." You panicked, "You mean to just watch a movie, right? because I didn't mean, you know..." Zayn knew that was not the truth, "Don't play innocent, I know what you meant when you said you'd come over." You sighed, "Okay, I did mean what you think, but... Do you really love me?" Zayn instantly understood your hesitation, and assured you, "I love you so much [Y/N]. You mean so much to me, and I promise you that I really mean it." You nodded your head, and squeezed his hand, truly believing him. "Let's go upstairs, and just see where this goes."

Niall: As soon as you were introduced to Niall, as young teenagers, you had an instant connection, which you tried to deny. That denial did not last long though, and instead you simply acted as if you did not care. You would flirt, unable to stop yourself, and you'd even kissed him once or twice, but always kept your distance. The fear of love, of getting hurt, it kept a wall up that you refused to let him break down. "I was thinking maybe we could go out next week. I'm in town, and I'd love to see you," he asked you, as you spoke on the phone one day. You had no plans at all, but paused for a moment before replying as if you did, "I just have to check a few things. Maybe. Probably not, but maybe." "Aren't we way past that?" Niall sighed, annoyed at the constant games, "Playing hard to get? We did that when we were younger, but come on, we're older now. Can't you just be honest. Yes you'll date me, or no, you won't. I need to know. It's always maybe, and I just want to know the truth." You wanted to say yes, a huge part of you did, but he was right. You had such strong feelings for him, but also strong fears. You were still playing games. You weren't ready. "No. I'm sorry." 

Liam: A week had seemed like a really long time, when you booked your tickets to go and see Liam. A week was 7 entire days with the man you loved. 7 full days sounded like so many, but when the time came, it all just flew by. Before you knew it, you were packing your bags to leave. "You should probably stay a couple more days," Liam commented, as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, while you continued to pack. "I can't, my flight home is tonight." He sighed, "Come on, let me change your ticket home. Don't go. It's not the same when you're gone." You stopped throwing clothes into your suitcase, and turned to face him, "It's not the same when you're not with me either." "So stay. You know it's not good to be all alone. You really should stay a couple more days." Your hesitated for a moment, before nodding, "Okay, but I have a feeling you're just going to keep begging me to stay a couple more days." "Maybe," Liam replied, before his lips collided against yours.