One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

The morning after

Harry

I woke up, trying not to let the light hurt my eyes. I turned over to face Harry’s side as I grinned, but it faded when I realized he wasn’t there. Did he skip out? Did he leave when I was asleep? I moved my head, and I saw him. He was standing out on the balcony, his palms stretched out on the rail. He turned, and gave me a small smile. I smiled back, and I felt a small rush of fear. Was last night terrible? Was I not good enough? I went to get out of bed, and I heard the glass door to the balcony open, meaning he was following me into the kitchen. I sat on the counter and let my hair fall past my face, scared of what would happen next. “Hey. What’s wrong,” He asked with both of his hands rested on my face. “I just..I’m scared last night wasn’t good enough for you and I was…I-” “Are you nuts (Y/N)? You were and are good enough. Hell. Better than.” Our foreheads were pressed together, and he kissed my lips once more. “Last night was perfect. Trust me.”

Niall

"Wake up," Niall spoke as he kissed my bare shoulder. I giggled at the sensation, and turned over so we were facing each other. "Morning." "Morning to you too," He smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "Mm, morning breath," I teased. "Anyways, I promised you last night I would make dinner…and breakfast," I winked. As I got up to get a pair of shorts, Niall took the opportunity to smack my ass as I went. "Hey!" " What can I say? I couldn’t resist baby," He grinned. "How do you like your eggs pervert?" "Scrambled please!" Once our breakfast was done, the rest of the day flew by, turning last night into many more nights.

Louis

The sizzle from the kitchen and my alarm clock woke me up. My pillow covered my ears, and I suddenly heard the alarm switch off, along with a kiss pressed to my neck. “I know you’re awake.” “Oh really,” I giggled. “When you’re ready to get out of your bed sleeping beauty, breakfast, and I, are waiting.” He sauntered back to the kitchen, and I took a good look as he walked away. Tattoos, boxers and all. Collecting my shorts and Louis’ shirt from the floor, I put them on quickly and headed to the kitchen and the tiny table in my apartment. I went in to find two plates with eggs, pancakes, and two tall glasses of orange juice. “Hope you like them scrambled.”

Zayn

Staring at him. For the past twenty minutes I stared at him, sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped close around me. I didn’t know what to do or feel. Last night was something I always wanted, but I didn’t know if it meant as much to him as it did to me. And that’s was frightening. Having the person you want to share everything with not feel the same. I went to get up, and he pulled me in again. “Don’t leave,” He groaned. “I’m just going to make breakfast,” I giggled. “I thought you would be gone by now,” I confessed as he rubbed his eyes. “Why would I-” “Because I’m used to people leaving. No matter who it is.” “(Y/N), I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Last night isn’t something I want to take back, because I actually had you. And I still do. I’m not losing that now.” 

Liam

Empty. His side was empty, and a sudden sense of panic rushed in me. I picked my shorts from the floor, and got up, suddenly wondering where he went. He was nowhere in sight, and my spirits sunk. The answering blinked with the number one in the dial, and I pressed enter to hear my new messages. “‘Hey (Y/N). It’s me. I had to go and grab Niall and drop him off at Zayn’s but I promise, I’ll be back in a couple hours. Last night was….anyways, I’ll let you go. I…I love you.’ Message sent at 9:30 A.M.” I felt a little sense of relief, and then a small shriek erupted from me when there was a bang on the door. “(Y/N)?” “One second Liam,” I yelled, trying to find an appropriate shirt. I decided on a baggy jersey, and answered the door. “Hi,” He grinned. “Hi.”