One Direction Imagines

#440 - #442

Zayn#440.

"I'm really bad at telling people things  I guess you could say," he starts, the two of  you are lying side-by-side in your backyard  just watching the stars. You rest your head  on his chest, remembering how you two had  done this so often as little kids. "But I really  think I need to tell you this before it's too late,"  he continues, nervously rubbing the small bird  tattoo on his hand. Before he can continue, it  begins to rain. Water falls fast from the skies,  drenching you both as you run inside. As soon  as you make it into the dry house he wraps a  towel around your shoulders, shaking the water  from his hair. "What were you trying to say?"  you ask with a smile as you shiver. "Oh!"  he shakes his head as he grabs a towel for himself.  "Oh, nothing just, uh, I heard it was going to rain  tonight." He says, biting down on his bottom lip.

Louis#441.

Louis had just came back from touring with the boys and you went to the aiport. "Lou!" you squeal, darting across the airport  and jumping into his arms, laughing as he spins  you around. "Ah! I feel like we're in one of those  romantic comedy movies that Harry makes us  watch on the bus," he laughs, squeezing you tight  and kissing your lips. "I missed you." "I missed you  too," you reply, eagerly grabbing his suitcase. "Now let's get home! I painted our bedroom and  your BRIT award came in the mail and I bought a  new..." you lower your voice and whisper in his ear.  "outfit." He raises an eyebrow and gives your hand  a squeeze. "Alright, let's hurry home then," he  replies, smiling at the familiar chill of London as he steps outside the airport.

Liam#442.

Your first slow dance with Liam. He places his hands cautiously on your waist,  keeping a gentle grip as if he fears he might  break you or take advantage of your  somewhat revealing dress. He looks at you  with surprise and a smile as you pull him closer,  sliding is hands to your hips and resting your  head on his chest.