Louis:“Babe, I can’t find my maroon jumper in the closet or the laundry, do you—" He looked up suddenly, eyes crinkling at the sight of you in bed, wearing the sweater in question. You smiled and shrugged. “Your jumpers are more comfortable than mine," you said quietly, looking away so he wouldn’t notice your tears. Sitting next to you, he turned your face towards him, wiping your cheeks gently. “I won’t be gone long." You nodded and cleared your throat. “I know." His eyes focused on you again. “We’ll talk at least once every day." You nodded in agreement, feeling the tears building up again. “And you know I love you, yeah? Always," he whispered. “Always," you replied back, his arms welcoming you to hold him close.
Harry: You felt your boyfriend nudge his head in the crook of your neck while you were reading in bed, placing playful kisses along your collarbone and working his way to your lips. “Haz, you should…pack…" you sighed as his hands began to roam all over you, your sides, and your legs. “Later," he replied, meeting your lips as he pulled your body atop his. You ran your hands through his curls as his hands began their descent down your back. You pecked him twice before rolling off and sitting cross-legged next to him. “Pack," you said determinedly, pointing to his empty suitcase. He laughed, suddenly carrying you bridal style and placing you into it. “All done."
Niall: “I should help you pack soon, Ni." He shook his head, holding your hand tighter as you both lay on the bed. “Nah, it can wait. Let’s stay like this a while longer, yeah?" You nodded, since even you were hesitant to help him start packing away his things and finally acknowledging that his leaving was actually happening. The two of you hadn’t been together long and this was the first time you’d be separated for an extended period of time. “You know I love you, right?" he said quietly, your heart speeding up at the first time he’d ever said it aloud. “Of course. I love you too, Ni." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before shuffling out of bed to start packing, finding the task a bit less daunting as the weight was lifted off his shoulders, his true feelings for you finally known.
Liam: You folded Liam’s clothes, passing them to him so he could pack his suitcase. “Do you have your phone chargers?" He hummed in agreement, double-checking his duffel bag. “And your laptop charger? Extra battery? Earplugs?" He nodded, looking at you and seeing the sad expression on your face. "[Y/N]…" You went into the bathroom quickly, busying yourself by going through the cabinets. “Shaving cream? Your razors are somewhere—" “Babe…" “It’s not fair Liam!" you yelled in frustration, slamming the drawer shut. “The rest of the world sees you more than I do and I have to settle for a phone call a week and…it’s just so hard Li…" You cried into his chest as he tried to calm you down with soothing whispers and apologies.
Zayn: You looked up from the computer screen to watch Zayn frantically running around the room, throwing clothes out of the closet and tossing shoes from under the bed. “You’d think I’d be used to packing by now," he grumbled under his breath. "[Y/N], where’s that hat with the—" “Suitcase." He paced the room again, thinking of things he might have forgotten. “And that shirt, the one from—" “It’s in there too." “But what about—" You laughed, shaking your head. “Z, I packed for you last night, everything’s taken care of." He looked at you confusedly. “Huh?" You got up, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I know how crazy packing makes you. Don’t worry, it’s done." He sighed, his body relaxing immediately as he kissed your forehead. “Don’t know what I’d do without you, babe."
