One Direction Preferences

45- How you relax him

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  "I am normally never this tired or stressed. I don't get it." Liam mumbles from the hotel bed. He's been freaking out a bit lately on the tour, and you're not sure why. "Everythings fine, babe. The boys are behaving, just relax." You say, sitting next to him, rubbing his hair lightly. You get up, and walk over to his suitcase, tossing him his basketball shorts and a t-shirt. "Gym time, lets go." You say, walking over to your own suitcase to grab some workout gear. "Baby, it's 10 o'clock and you hate working out." He says, looking at you. "Yes, but it relaxs you, and I get to see you shirtless, I'll survive." You shrug, smirking slightly. "I love you." He says, already seeming a bit happier.

Louis:  "Oh my god today sucked." Louis says, dropping his bag and coat as soon as he walks through the door. "I agree." You say from your spot on the couch. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed with school today, and you just had a crappy day. Louis greets you with a kiss, before sitting on the couch. You hop up, already knowing what will make you both feel better. "Is it a tea and Family Guy kind of night, babe?" You ask from the kitchen. "Yes!" He shouts back, his tone a little happier now that hes home with you. Anytime either one of you have a bad day, you guys brew a pot of tea, and watch a funny show, trying to loosen up a bit.You return with the tea, and Louis pulls you onto his lap and turns on the TV. "Much better." He mumbles, kissing your cheek.

Zayn:  "They're lucky I didn't kill them today." Zayn says, walking into the living room, home from the studio. You laugh lightly, glancing at him. He still looks tired. The boys had gotten home from an international leg of the tour and Zayn was having a harder time shaking off the jet-lag than the others. "They didn't know you were tired, Malik." You say as he sits next to you, burying his head in your neck. He just grunts in response. You laugh and shove him off your shoulder, onto the ground in front of you. "Thank you in advance. You're the best." He says, tossing off his leather jacket. "It's fine." You say, moving your hands against his shoulders. No matter what, a massage will always relax him.

Niall:  "Holy shit I'm freaking out." Niall mumbles, pacing in front of your bed. Tomorrows the first day that the boys will perform a song that Niall wrote in concert. "Baby, everyone will love it. Trust me." You say from your spot on the bed. "You sure?" He asks, his eyes wide. "Yes, come on. We need to get you relaxed a bit." You say, throwing a t- shirt of his over your bra. "You're the best, Princess." He says, already following you toward the kitchen. Weird as it is, when either one of you is stressed, you bake together. Niall is already getting out some of the ingredients for the cookies as you pre-heat the oven. He hugs you from behind as you play with the dials. "What would I do without you?" He asks quietly. "Starve." You say as he laughs loudly.

Harry:  "And then, they were like 'Well you must be dating her, so and so said such and such, from this source and blah blah' and I just wanted to scream." You blink at Harry as he finally lets out what was bothering him over dinner. "Just ignore it, you know what's true." You reply, taking a sip of your water. "I just don't want it to upset you or the fans." He says, running a hand through his hair. You smile at his sweetness, before standing up and putting your hand out towards him. He accepts it, and you two go through your living room, and he grabs a throw blanket, already knowing where you two are going. You guys end up on your balcony, laid out on the ground. He pulls you into him and you rub his arm softly as the blanket crumples up underneath you two. " Why do you know me so well." He mutters quietly, already feeling better. Laying together silently, just looking at the sky is always enough for Harry to calm down. You shrug as he drops a kiss to your forehead.