One Direction Preferences

75- Empty Bed

CREDIT TUMBLR

Louis: You rolled over and reached across the large bed, groaning softly as you felt the emptiness. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes before looking around the room. You noticed a light coming from the hallway and slid out of bed, moving towards the door. You poked your head out and looked around before continuing down the stairs, "Lou?" You say softly as you turned the corner into the living room. You smiled slightly as your eyes landed on Louis, curled up on the couch, passed out. You grabbed the blanket off of the back of the chair and moved over to him, draping the blanket around his sleepy figure. He moaned softly and looked up at you before opening his arms. You gladly slid under the blanket and settled into his broad chest, him resting his chin on your head, quickly drifting off to sleep. 

Niall: His eyes flew open when he didn't feel your sleeping body next to his. He started to panic as he sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp, only to remember that he was in a hotel room, half a world away. He rubbed his face and let out a frustrated shout before picking up his phone on the bedside table. He called your phone, knowing you wouldn't answer. He just had to hear your voice to relax. "Hey, this is (Y/N) sorry I can't answer the phone right now because I'm out living life. Leave a message!" He smiled at the familiar voice and sighed when he heard the beep. "Hey baby...I know you're asleep and I hope I didn't wake you up. Anyway, I just needed to hear your voice." He says and takes a shaky breathe, trying not to cry, "I don't know how much longer I can take this." He whispered, "Okay, I should probably get back to sleep. I love you (Y/N)." He says softly before hanging up and settling back into bed. 

Liam: He heard the faint slam of the door and was reluctantly pulled out of sleep. His arms automatically reached over to search for you. He sat up slowly as he yawned, "(Y/N?)". He glanced over at the bathroom door and realized that it was shut and the light was on. "Babe?" He says as he slid out of bed and knocked on the door. He opened it when you didn't answer and sighed, "Are you sick again?" He murmurs as he sits down next to you on the floor in front of the toilet. You nodded and leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into his lap, leaning back against the cool tile wall. He ran his fingers down your back soothingly and kissed your forehead. "The medicine will start helping soon, I promise." He whispers against your temple. You nod and close your eyes as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. "It's okay baby." He whispered as he gently rocked you back and forth, staying with you all night. 

Zayn: He reluctantly walked into the bedroom, half of him was hopeful that he would see you laying in bed, the other half of him knew that you wouldn't be there. He knew you wouldn't be there because you had left just hours before. He pulled back the covers of the bed and slid in after he had kicked off his sweats and pulled his tank top over his head. He reached across the bed and grabbed your pillow that you had slept on every night for a year...except tonight and the lonely nights to come. He hugged the pillow to his chest, burying his face into it, trying to stop himself from crying. He sucked a deep breathe in and sighed as the familiar scent of your shampoo filled his nose. He let out a loud shout and threw the pillow across the room, reaching over and picking up his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. His heart sunk when it went to voicemail but he didn't give up, "Look (Y/N), I know I fucked up. I fucked up big time...but please, please...please forgive me." He said, his voice getting smaller with each word. "I love you, (Y/N)." 

Harry: You sat up in bed and sighed when you realized Harry wasn't next to you. You slid your legs off the side of the bed and stood up, grabbing Harry's sweatshirt off the floor and sliding it over your head before walking out of the dark bedroom. You turned the hall light on as you made your way to Harry's office. You knocked lightly on the door, "Come in," You heard his deep voice mutter. You pushed the door open and sighed when you saw his back turned to you. Harry was hunched over a piece of paper with a pen in his hand. You made your way over to him slowly, slipping your arms around his bare torso, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Baby, you need to come to bed." You whispered, gently placing a kiss just beneath his ear. He shook his head and looked down at the paper, "I need to finish this, (Y/N)." He muttered. You looked down at the paper and saw the words that were written all over, some scratched out, some circled, some in other colors. "I think this can wait. You need to sleep." You whispered. He gripped his pen tightly in his hand before letting it drop onto the desk, "Okay." He whispered and stood up before leaning down and pecking your lips. "C'mon...lets go to bed."