Harry - it’s a handwritten note, and he slips it from his palm to yours when he takes you to his sweater-clad chest at the airport terminal. You can feel just how crinkled the edges are as you slip it into your jean pocket, how worn the paper is from having Harry fold and unfold it a million times over just to convince himself that the words he wrote were right for your eyes.
Liam - he gives you his camera, and tells you to try and take at least two photos a day. “They can be of cats, some squirrels you find in the park, whatever you like, babe…” he murmurs shyly to you, “I just don’t want to miss any part of your life while I’m on tour. I love knowing what you get up to.” He presses his lips to the top of your forehead, and you take the moment to raise the camera and snap a picture of his affection. The photos that follow aren’t quite as perfect as the first one, but you’ll always have it, and you’ll always have the others… you both will.
Louis - his favourite pair of sweats. He gives them to you a few days before he leaves, so that he can see you wearing them around the house and stare enough that he has mental pictures to last him the draining nights away from you. He stands behind you and curls his palms beneath the hem, teasing your skin with the tips of his fingers that trace from the back to the front. “You look beautiful in them,” he murmurs to you before he darts away, remembering to pack because he’s already behind schedule.
Zayn - he gives you a mix CD, of his own creation. He doesn’t pick songs that spew lines like “forever” and “you and me, baby”. He picks songs that he knows hold a special place in your heart, and speak to emotions you’re either too shy or too bold to express any other day. He slips it into your bag when he’s about to leave, and you can feel the weight change when his fingers let go of the plastic casing.
Niall - the only thing he can think to give you is his heart. You’re the only person in the world that he trusts it with, and it’s the only way he can rationalize leaving you for months at a time. He won’t let you leave the web of his arms in bed, the night before he leaves. He lays there, cheek flush to the pillow, and tells you everything he’ll miss about you, and every part of you that he loves. It takes him all night.
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
FanfictionIf you ever need to escape your life then this is the right place to be! My name is holland and I'll write what you think is cool and want to hear, Have fun and don't forget that maybe one day this could happen!
