Harry - it’s never easy, and all it does is make you think of cold tea and sheets scrunched the wrong way. He shoulders his bag, and takes you up in his arms, squeezing that scent of you, the one he can’t handle being without so he inhales deeply, nestling his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, holding you. Other people travelling, wheeling bags around the airport, look but you don’t mind so much. When his elbow is bent and crooked so his hand can wrap around and palm at the small of your back, “I’ll be back with you soon, yeah? Don’t fall in love with some other guy while I’m gone.”
Liam - it’s going to suck, when his hands can’t thread with yours anymore because he has to let go and pick up his bags, sling them over his shoulders and bent a little from the weight and wanting to kiss you. He presses his lips to each cheek, kissing deliberately, peering around apprehensively, knowing the approach of the moment but hating it, hating leaving you. He hugs you close, wrapping one arm around my middle, balancing his carry-on luggage in the other, palming the leather strap, kissing your forehead over and over. You feel his voice vibrate against your skin there, a soft humming that almost isn’t words, “take care of the pets while I’m gone, babe. I’ll miss you so much, so much, okay?”
Louis - it’s never fun, and he’s not smiling the way he usually is, with crinkles by his eyes and lights in them that catch on yours. He cradles your hand quite softly, handling it delicately, leaning over the console in the front seat of the car to kiss each knuckle. Warm air from the heater is fogging the front windscreen, because it’s so cold outside and he doesn’t want to leave you like he doesn’t want to jog through the cold air and rain slushing to make it inside. He places one hand on the back of your neck, to deliver a kiss. He presses his lips together, swallowing whatever’s left of it when he tugs away, opening and closing his eyes slowly as he watches you, “two weeks, babe, yeah? We can do this. We can go two weeks.”
Zayn - it’s the worst part of the day, and the front door is swinging from your figures moving as you kiss, not caring about the weather or the neighbours when he has you in his arms. He moves his hands up and down your back, tugging on strands of your hair at the ends, holding you close to him, swaying with your body. Lips lingering over the touch of skin and it’s something so close to home that he doesn’t ever want to leave it, doesn’t ever want to leave you. His eyes peel open as he leans back a little, shuddering and jumping an inch when the horn from the town car sounds in the street, telling him to hurry up, “it’s only a few months, yeah? I’ll be back before you know it. I love you, babe, I love you so much.”
Niall - it’s late at night and he’s stopped overlapping moments so that they’ll last longer, holding your hands in bed and laying near you, next to you, with his cheek on the pillow and his eyes on your skin shining in the light of the moon from an open window. He isn’t saying much because he doesn’t want to, so he simply looks at you, watching your eyes as you blink slowly each time, the way you look so serene to him. He doesn’t mind that it’s your last night for a while, laying down in bed with the sheets covering half of your bodies, just as long as he gets to enjoy it. He threads your fingers a little tighter, “let’s just enjoy this, babe, before I go tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy it.”
