Harry - because he misses you, and it’s as simple as that. He’ll trace a thumb along the screen of his phone, and smudge the worn finger marks above each number that makes up yours. Sniffing, and hiding with a shrouded figure and hooded eyes at the end of his bed, he’ll call you just to hear your voice. “(Y/N),” he’ll struggle with the tears as you answer sleepily.
"Baby, talk to me," you’ll encourage him, shaking yourself awake, "it’s okay. I’m here."
"But you’re not here!" Stressed, he’ll raise his voice, and shake with tears he’s not proud of, red eyes and a red nose he doesn’t want anyone else to see. "You’re not here, and I can’t handle it. I… I need you, God, I just really, really need you."
"I love you, Harry," you shift around the pillows and tell him honestly, "and for now, I guess that’ll have to do."
Liam - because he lets his thoughts run away from him, and he ends in a scary place, where the idea you leaving him is the only song he can recall in his head, and the love he has for you suddenly isn’t the same as the love you have for him.
"Babe," he’ll almost whimper, his lower lip shaking as he flips over and hugs the pillow close, "just please tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me so I can go to sleep. I’m… I’m sorry, I know it’s four in the morning, but I love you so much and I just need to hear you say it."
"I’ll never leave you," you murmur to him quietly, blinking in the dark to find the hair tie you’d lost moments ago, "I love you far too much for that. Now, get some sleep. I’ll call you after breakfast, okay? I love you."
Louis - because he’s thinking about something, how planes stay in the air, why pigs can’t look up at the sky, what makes a microwave work, and hearing you relay his own ramblings, in your jumbled overnight voice is what he needs.
"I was just thinking about it today, and it’s the craziest thing, babe," he’ll smile up at the ceiling, holding his own fringe back every time the swept strands flicker forwards and make him blink before his own eyes.
"That’s cool, babe," you’ll yawn back, staying with him no matter what, "I love that you think these things. You’ve got a real genius mind, Lou."
"Me, no?" He’ll shake his head, and rest it to the side for a moment, cool of the pillow taking down the temperature of his skin.
Even after you drift off, he’ll keep talking softly, comfort in knowing that you’re a steady breath and heartbeat on the other line. “I love you so much, babe,” he’ll murmur even when he knows you’re too asleep to hear it, “so much, don’t ever change.”
Zayn - because he’s too used to the sound of your voice against the underside of a crumpled pillow, and battling sleep without it is too much for him to bear. He lulls past the dial tone, a quiet smile breaking on his face when you answer groggily.
"Baby," he’ll murmur your name over and over, "I’m sorry, I know it’s late. I just needed to hear your voice, I can’t sleep without it… I’m pathetic, I know…" the last part will be mumble, when he realises he tore you from sleep to take the call.
"It’s okay, babe," you smile warmly to him, "I like hearing your voice too. It’s nice… it’s like a lullaby."
"You’re amazing," he’ll groan lowly, smirking with eyes half-closed. Arms will crook and an elbow will edge into the bow of the mattress as he settles to talk to you about nothing. You know he’s fallen asleep when his light breath is the only thing you can hear, so you hang up, and recapture sleep yourself.
Niall - because you ask him to, and he’ll do anything to keep you, anything you let out as a question past pink lips and flattering eyes. He’ll lay on his stomach beneath the covers, and listen to your yawn, smiling upward every time a new sound erupts, and you giggle at how it sounds from your end.
"You’re adorable," he’ll tell you, rubbing his eyes, "you want me to sing to you, babe?"
"Please," you pucker your lower lip. And as he traces lyrics outward, and hums to you softly, you cling to the pillow, as if it’s his chest your limb is lain across.
"Maybe you’re loveable," his accent swirls in the mix of Ed Sheeran lyrics, "and maybe you’re my snowflake…"
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
FanficIf 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!
