One Direction Preferences

He comes home from tour

Harry: You've been in the airport for at least two hours. It's late, and all you want is Harry to walk through those doors and engulf you in one of his big bear hugs. You're wearing the sweater he left behind when he boarded the plane to start his tour. It's three sizes too big, and the sleeves fall off your hands, only showing parts of your fingertips. It goes about mid-length to your thighs. When Harry saw it on you he thought you looked so cute. You smile, remembering this. You sit back down in the chairs, bouncing on the seat to contain yourself. You hear the doors being opened, and you lean forward getting ready to jump into his arms and never let go. Out steps Niall, then Louis, and Liam, and Zayn, and finally your boy. He looks around waiting to see your familiar face. His eyes lock with your teary eyed ones and he runs to you grabbing your small figure. He breaths in your scent, running his fingers all over you, wanting to feel you, to know that your actually real because after so long he's not so sure if he's dreaming of if this is just a memory. "You're wearing my sweater." He mumbles, kissing your forehead. You nod, sobbing as he holds you tighter to his chest because he knew you were real and you were all his.

Liam: Liam told you not to come to airport because he would be home so late. You were stubborn about it but finally agreed. Laying on the couch, watching T.V, 3:00 in the morning rolls by and you can barely keep your eyes open. "Just a few minutes." You mumble, cuddling deeper into the couch. A few minutes turned into thirty minutes and Liam walks in the door seeing your sleeping figure on the couch. He smiles ear to ear, as he drops his stuff by the door jogging over to you. He kisses your nose lightly, and you flutter your eyes too tired to even move. He giggles quietly, leaning down and scooping your small frame into his arms as he carries you up into the bedroom. He'll lay you down, strip from his jeans and shoes and put on pajama pants before joining you in the bed. Wrapping his arms around you, you burry your head in his neck and he let's a few tears slip from his eyes because he finally gets to hold you again.

Louis: You stand with the other girlfriends, Perrie and Dani, as you wait for the boys. "I just really want him here." You groan, and jump a little. Dani laughs and hugs you tight. "I know babe, but he'll be here in like, five minutes." She nods, and you widen your eyes. Biting your lip you lay on the ground on your back staring up at the airport ceiling. Everyone's eyes are you but your so bored that you have to do something so you just ignore them. Getting out your phone starting to play on it until you feel a hot breath on your neck. You turn your head to the side, seeing Louis laying beside you with a cheeky grin on his face. "Lou!" You shriek and jump on top of him straddling his waist. You kiss his face all over, pressing your lips against his in a needy heated kiss. He smiles against your lips, reaching down to pinch your butt. You widen your eyes, and pinch his back. "I missed you, cutie." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

Niall: You're cooking Niall a homemade meal for when he gets home. You're not wearing much but his favorite underwear on you, and his white button up. You're hair is a curled. You intend on getting dressed before he gets here, but might as well just go like this for a while until you have a few minutes until his arrival. You stir the noodles in the pot, turning up the music on your radio as you sway your hips humming to the music. Adding the sauce, you start to sing because you are home alone. "Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world." Suddenly a pair of strong arms circle your waist as two wet lips press warm kisses down your neck. "You cookin' for me?" He whispers, and you nod, smiling wide as you turn around and kiss him passionately, letting him know he was greatly missed and that he deserves this home cooked meal for all his hard work. "I love you so much." You murmur against his lips and he hums, lifting you up on the counter not breaking the kiss once.

Zayn: Zayn was your best friend, and of everything you would always be there for him no matter who he was dating or what he was doing. You made sure that if he ever needed anything you were there for him. Your friends thought you were so in love you'd die for the boy. And they were right. You've had feelings for Zayn forever and when he needed a ride home from the airport you were more than happy to be here for him. Screaming girls waiting outside the airport for the boys, while you sat inside drinking a coffee to keep yourself awake. You were reading, and waiting. "Y/N?" Someone's accent speaks up and you look up from your book marking your page and tucking it into your purse before standing up and greeting Zayn. He smiles brightly, and you hug him tightly. "Welcome back, Bradford Bad Boy." He chuckles, and pats your back as you let go. "Okay so, I'm going to have to have to stop by Starbucks on the way because I-" He cuts you off, cupping your face in his hands pressing his lips against yours making you stumble a bit, but the hand on the small of your back keeps you steady as his lips work against yours. When he pulls away he takes a deep breath, eyes sparkling at you. "I love you, you don't even know how hard it was to be away from you for so long and then come back and see your beautiful face and just not kiss you? I had too, sorry." He bites his lip and you chuckle wrapping your arms around his neck. "That's what I've been waiting to hear since I met you, Malik."

Josh: "I'm going make me some Mac & Cheese because I'm starving." You sing, feet padding against the floors into the kitchen. You dance a little, and then you see Josh sitting at the table, laughing at you. You jump and cover your mouth as you walk over to him hugging him tightly. "You're not supposed to be here, till Friday!" You squeal and he nods looking at your face. His eyes scan over your body wanting to take in everything he left behind when he went on tour with the boys. "God I missed you." He mumbles, sweeping the hair out of your face. You nuzzle into his neck, holding him tighter to you. "Don't leave me again? Okay?" He simply nods, not wanting to ruin the perfect silence of your reunited moment. Picking you up he brings you to the couch, laying you in his lap kissing your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyelids, everything. When he finally reaches your lips, he takes his time. Moving them against your smoothly, you breathe heavily out your nose, heart thumping in your chest because these were the moments you missed. The ones when Josh would call to you and give you a slow, sweet kiss simply because he loved you. Simply because he had a bad day and he just wanted to hold you. Simply because you were his, and you would always be his.