One Direction Preferences

Late Night Texting

Harry: Harry missed you like crazy and still having six months of the tour left, meant he couldn't come see you for a while and you couldn't just fly out there with work and school here for you. Harry dreaded time away from you. He couldn't look at you, hold you, tickle you, or kiss that spot on your forehead that just makes you blush hard. He hated this. Really hated it. He sighed looking up at the ceiling of the tour bus as he sat in his top bunk. Arms resting behind his back while his legs were locked together by the foot of the bed. Harry sighed, and suddenly his phone screen lit up and he smiled largely already knowing who it could be. Inside his stomach was frenzy because at least you two could do this right? Send heart-filled texts to just let the other know how much you miss them. He unlocked his screen the message tab already popping up alerting him with two new messages. Both from you. He smiles shyly pressing the button and letting the message page fill his screen. 'Hi baby boy! How's the tour?' and 'Harry, answer me you butt!' He giggles quietly because you're just so adorable. His finger react before his brain does sending you a message. 'Hi baby. I miss you so much you know? I know they say distance makes the heart grow fonder but I just fucking miss you, you know? I want to hold you, but I can't. And it hurts. But I love you, forever and always right?' And he sends it, tapping his fingers impatiently on the skinny side of his IPhone as he waits for you to reply. 'I love you, it's just you and me baby, forever and always.' And his heart swells because that's the only thing he needs to know before he can get some sleep.

Liam: Liam's fist pumped at the air because wow, he just went out on a date with you. The prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and he got a kiss goodnight! How wonderful. His mind and heart were in a frenzy making up scenarios in his head about how your relationship was going to play out like he knew exactly how this was going to work. Liam walks into his flat a goofy smile on his face because he can still taste you. That sweet vanilla lip gloss you always have on, is now on him and he can't control his tongue as it flicks over his bottom lip the taste lingering on his taste buds. He flops down on the couch, his phone digging into his bum. He sighs pathetically, reaching in his back pocket and pulling it out as he throws it beside him on the cushions. And then the thought hits him. Send her a goodnight text. And he's scrambling to his phone as he lies down on his stomach, his feet in the air as he kicks eagerly. Looking like a teenage girl whose texting her best friend. But he doesn't care because it you. And that's seems to be the only thing on his mind now. He pulls up your contact number and pushes the little mail letter for messaging. He stares at the screen thinking of something sweet because he remembers you saying something about how you just loved anything romantic. So he types it up, after reading it over twenty times for any mistakes before hitting send. 'Hi babe! Thanks so much for the perfect night out. And that kiss... that was perfect, you're perfect. I want to take you out again, next week? Or maybe tomorrow? Anyways, get a goods night rest baby girl. xx'

Louis: Louis watched as you slammed the door stomping out of his flat. His best friend, once again had gotten angry at him for just giving his opinion on your boyfriend. He sighed frustrated before stomping up his own steps and slamming his bedroom door hard behind him, flopping onto his bed. He hated that guys guts. Want to know why? Because that guy, had you. And that's all he'd wanted since he first laid eyes on you. And he waited too long, trying to think of the perfect time to tell you when you were already getting cozy with someone else. And it wasn't like he didn't have any chances to do it. He had plenty. You'd both even kissed before but look now. You felt disgusted with his behavior he never did this. And now of all a sudden he's telling you what a douche your boyfriend is? He had no right. Louis buried his face in his pillows. All these feelings were just piling up on his shoulders and building in his chest ready to explode at any moment and he's not sure how long he can keep it up. So he just decides to send all the drafts he's meant to send to you because he's tried many times before in text, before deciding that you deserved to be told in public. He quickly sends them all not caring that's there about 50 messages. 'I love you.' 'I want you to be mine so bad but you just don't see it.' 'why do I do this to myself? I just need to know, do you have feelings for me?' 'Y/N I need you. I really need you in my life because without you I'm nothing.' 'You're my sunshine on a rainy day.' 'roses are red, violets are blue, I love you and I want you to know I'm always here. Sorry I'm shit at rhymes.' And then he waits, his heart beating hard in chest. And then he hopes, maybe, just maybe lord, she broke her phone. But then he get's a message and his mouth hangs open in shock. 'I love you. Will you come over? I'm single, and I'm hoping not for long.'