One Direction Preferences

He comes home from a bad day

Harry: When Harry comes home from a bad day all he wants is to go to bed and that's it. He's in such a bummer mood, he doesn't even say hello to you like he always does when he comes home. You're sitting on the couch, eating some cereal as you watch 'Say Yes To The Dress' arguing with the ladies on the show to yourself. You notice Harry walk in, but he when he doesn't acknowledge you, so you keep your mouth shut to avoid an argument. You sit silently for a while, before turning off the T.V and putting your bowl up before walking up the steps. You push the bedroom door open to see Harry lying face down on the mattress cuddled up in a blanket. Making your way towards Harry you lay beside him and he sniffles not turning his head. "Aw baby, talk to me about it?" You coo, lifting up his arm and slipping under it so your nose is hidden in his head of curls. You run your fingers through the back side of his hair and he turns to look at you. "Just a bad day." He mutters pulling you close to his body as he buries his face in your neck almost like he can just disappear from everything there and just breath in the familiar scent you carry. "Talk to me about it?" You ask again softly, and he nods ready to spill how his day was.

Liam: Liam slams the door loudly, stomping into the living room. He doesn't see you there, which only makes him even more frustrated. Liam didn't always have bad days, but when he did it resulted in both of you not having very much sleep that night. You weren't even at home. You'd gone out to get some groceries and wouldn't be back in at least a few minutes. Liam sits grumpily on the couch waiting for you to walk through the door. This happened all the time and you really didn't mind. Every time Liam got home angry he took his anger out on you in the bedroom. It ended the most amazing night you've both had in a long time. He's rough, and dominating making sure to let you know he's in control for the night. When you do walk through the door, you've got all the bags in your hands wobbling as you drop them on the kitchen floor. You remove your jacket and scarf as you kick off your shoes getting ready to pack everything up. Someone clears their throat, and you jump turning around as you put a hand on your chest. "I didn't see you? When did you get home?" You asks cheerily, and his eyes darken, longing and lust filling them completely as he looks at you. You swallow hard, and he stalks towards you his height towering over you. He slams his lips against your own backing you against the fridge as he holds your hands captivated in his own palm. His kisses are fast, needy and hungry because all the anger he's built up inside of him is ready to come out in making love to you the best way he can.

Louis: You're cleaning around the house, on the phone with a friend while you do so. You're dancing a bit to the music playing through the house. You accidently bump into something, or actually someone. You drop the phone, and look up blinking as you see Louis standing there with a pouty face. You bend down and hang up the phone. You quickly wrap your arms around Louis' torso. He breaks down right there, because he knows you care and you actually want to hear about his day. You help him to the couch, laying down on your back and you left him lay in between your legs on his back, as you run your fingers through his hair. "Talk to me Loubear." You whisper, kissing his forehead. He shakes his head, crawling up your body until he's laying fully on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight to his chest. "J-Just a b-bad day." He cries, letting his tears soak through your thin T-shirt. You suck in a breath, your heart breaking at the sound of Louis crying. You actually start crying, and Louis snaps his head up and shakes his head. "No, no, no. Don't cry please, I'll stop crying don't baby please!" He pleads, cupping your face in his hands. You nod, and kiss his lips sweetly. "Talk to me about it, yeah?" You whisper after giving him a cute Eskimo kiss. He smiles for the first time today and nods as he talks it out with you, and afterwards joining you in a nice warm bath.

Niall: Niall walks through the door a scowl on his face. He looks at you sitting on the floor as you doodle in a notebook. Instantly his mood is lifted when he see's your pretty figure sitting cross legged on the floor scribbling in the book. "Princess?" He asks softly, and you look up smiling widely at him. He smiles big, but he knows you can see right through him. He knows you know today was a bad day, and all he wants to eat and be with you. You stand up, stumbling into his embrace as he wraps his strong arms around your shoulders, as you burry your nose into the crook of his neck. You kiss the skin softly, over and over knowing it relaxes him. "Want to go to Nando's?" You whisper in his ear. He nods, still holding you as he grabs his keys and walks outside into the car. Gripping your hand the whole way there, you guys eat and laugh and he talks about his day instantly feeling better now that he's got it off his chest.

Zayn: Zayn is not one to be around when he's having a bad day. Anyone who knows Zayn knows this for a fact. Except you. You aren't afraid of Zayn, and you aren't afraid to be yelled at when he's angry. You understand the stress, but you wont take his shit so after he's yelled at you and cooled off, you raise and eyebrow, a scowl on your face and Zayn's appearance slumps almost instantly, face softening. "I'm so sorry Boo, it's one of those days." He mumbles, running his hands through his hair as he collapses onto the floor on his butt, curling up against the wall. You look at him, smiling crookedly as you walk over to him, letting him slump against you. You wrap your arms around Z, as you pull a blanket over the both of you. "I love you." He murmurs, slowly drifting off to sleep. "That's okay Boo, go to sleep." You coo, rubbing his back soothingly. "How about we move to the bed then yeah?" You suggest and he chuckles a bit nodding as you both walk up the steps.

Josh: "Y/N?" Josh calls out tiredly as he stomps through the flat, making it clear he's not very happy. You walk out of the laundry room brushing your hands off on your jeans. "Hmm?" You ask, but all the breath is knock out of you when Josh practically sucks you into his embrace. He holds you tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. At first you don't react, but when you realize what's going on you, you quickly wrap your arms around him whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you rock both of you back and forth. You sing softly in his ear, rubbing your nose against his neck because you know it tickles him. He smiles and kisses your cheek taking you onto the couch for much needed cuddles.