Harry - he took your hand in the middle of the night. “Can we go…” he swallowed the sleep he had in him away, “can we go visit your country soon? I wanna know you, every part of you.”
You rested to the steady hum of his heartbeat, head on his chest, “sure, babe. I can show you all my favourite places.”
"No," he murmured suddenly, "not just your favourite places. I wanna see everything. I wanna see where you grew up, where you went to school, where you went when you had to be alone, where you felt alone and cried… so I can go there with you, and turn it around, make it a happy place again."
Liam - his breath tickled your neck as he leant in to kiss you, guiding you down the street alongside him. Lifting the lip of his hot chocolate, he turned to face you with a frown, “do you have these where you come from, babe?”
"Hot chocolate?" You snorted, "um, yeah, babe, pretty sure we have those…" you ended in a laugh.
"I’m sorry," he ducked his head and laughed with you, "I was never good at geography and all that. But that’s what I mean, I wanna know more about where you came from," he swung your hand in his, "I wanna know everything."
Louis - he turned to you quickly, a plunging thought rearranging the features on his face, “we should visit your home, babe. We don’t go there often enough.”
"You think so?" You surveyed him from across the table, lowering the newspaper.
"Yeah, I think so…" he reached enough to take your hand, "where you come from is really important to me, love. I respect you so much, don’t ever forget that."
Zayn - ”This is exciting,” he lolled his head on your shoulder, running from sleep with each blink as he looked up at you, the plane rumbling enough to jolt him for the moment.
"You’re excited?" You looked down and brushed back a few loose strands of his hair.
"You bet I am," he solemnly adressed you, and found your hand, entwining fingers. The plane jolted again, but he didn’t let go. Not for the rest of the trip, he didn’t let go.
Niall - ”What’s the craic?” He turned into the living room, grinning at you and perching a kiss on your forehead, leant back behind the couch to see him. He maneuvered the coffee table to stand in front of you.
"Huh?" You chuckled nervously at him, attention gone from the TV.
"Babe, I keep forgetting you’re not Irish," he smiled pointedly, and sat down beside you with a hand landing gently on your thigh, "you don’t know my slang. I’ll have to teach you."
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
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