Honeymoon

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by CaitlinNicoleee

by CaitlinNicoleee

Honeymoon

LOUIS: You’re beat after all of the planning and stressing leading up to this day, not to mention having get up at an unGodly hour and being nervous all morning before finally being married and partying the night away. “You ready for our honeymoon, Mrs. Tomlinson?” Louis asks you, a wide grin on his face as he opens the hotel room door. “More than ready!” you tell him stepping through the now-open door and collapsing onto the bed. You sigh contentedly as Louis lays down next to you. “I can’t believe we’re here. We’re married, and we’re in the Bahamas, and we’re MARRIED!” you emphasize happily. Louis leans over to give you a kiss. “What should we do first, Mrs. Tomlinson?” He’d been calling you that every time he talked to you since you’d left the reception, and you loved hearing it. “Well, I have one thing in mind,” you say seductively, suddenly getting a second wind, despite it being nearly 4:00 in the morning and you having been up for almost 24 hours by now. Louis perks up, definitely interested in the proposal you’ve placed on the proverbial table. “Are you suggesting we consumate the marriage?” he purrs, raising an eyebrow. “I’m saying that watching you in that tux all day has been torture and now that I finally have you to myself, I want to enjoy it.” “Thank God because you in the dress made me want to rip it off you with my teeth.” You burst out in laughter, causing Louis to laugh too. He leans in to kiss you again. And again, and again, and again.

LIAM: After a long day of enjoying the beaches of Australia, Liam surprises you with a private dinner on the beach courtesy of a local restuarant. You lift your glass of wine to your lips, smiling against the glass as you overlook the water reflecting the brilliant sunset. “This is perfect. This is more than perfect,” you say through a contented sigh. Liam reaches across the table to hold your hand in his. “You’re more than perfect, and I still can’t believe you’re all mine.” “Well believe it, baby! This is all real.” Liam chuckles a bit as the waiters appear with your meals. You eat and chat easily about anything and everything. You try a bit of each other’s dinner and end up switching halfway through. When dessert is brought out, you relive a part of your reception by feeding each other bites of the cake slices. “I love you so much,” Liam tells you, leaning in to give you a passionate kiss. You return the gesture as he places a hand to your cheek to deepen the kiss.

HARRY: “Finally!! We are finally here and I finally have some time with you all to myself!” Harry exclaims enthusiastically. You drop your bags down and take a seat on the bed. “Ahhh, this feels so comfortable…” you sigh out. You start to lay down as Harry says, “No, [Y/N], don’t you dare. Don’t get comfortable because then you’ll fall asleep and we won’t be able to- [Y/N]? Are you seriously asleep right now? Or are you pulling my leg? Baby?” He nudges your arm gently and heaves a disappointed sigh when you don’t react at all. Your eyes are fastened closed and you’re sleeping soundly. Harry sighs again and lets his head drop for a moment before crawling into the bed and siddling up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Well so much for that plan…” he mutters, amused, before placing a kiss to your temple and settling in for a nap with you.

NIALL: “Are you sure you want to go for that third gelatto today?” you ask Niall, who’s already hyped up on all the sugar. “When in Rome…” he responds before wandering off to buy his third ice cream of the day. Since landing in Italy for your honeymoon, you’re pretty sure Niall’s already eaten five gelattos, three heaping plates of pasta, a huge chunk of a cheese wheel, and at least two loaves of bread. And that’s what you can remember him eating…and you’d only been there a couple of days. He’d made it quite clear that he’d planned on eating his way through Italy, but you hadn’t thought he meant it literally. He returns with the sweet treat and offers you a bite. You gladly accept before asking, “Do you think we could do something besides eat today? Maybe something to burn off some of your excess energy?” “Like what?” Niall inquires, sticking another bite of ice cream into his mouth. “Well…it is our honeymoon, and we are in one of the most romantic cities in the world…” you hint. “Let’s go!” Niall says, grabbing hold of your wrist and pulling you off in the direction of your hotel, leaving you giggling behind him as you go.

ZAYN: “What should we do today, babe?” you ask, sipping your orange juice and looking through a list of all the tousity activities offered in the area. “Ughhhhh,” Zayn responds, throwing his pillow over his face to shield him from the morning sunlight pouring in through the window. “What time is it?” he croaks out in his sleep-laden voice. “7:00am, let’s get a move on. The day’s a’wastin’!” you tell him, sounding way too perky for that hour of the morning. “Ughhhh,” he groans again. “How about we just go back to bed for a while?” he suggests. “Zayn, come on,” you say pulling the pillow from his face, “this is our honeymoon; we’re supposed to be out there enjoying it!” “What’s so bad about being in here, enjoying it?” You laugh and smack him in the face with the pillow. “There will be plenty of time for all of that tonight. In the meantime, I want to rent some jet skis or swim with some dolphins or-“ “Beddddd,” he whines, cutting you off. He grabs your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed, landing with a thud on top of him. He wraps his arms around you in a bear hug, trapping you there. You’re not one to resist his bear hugs, and you willingly melt into his arms. Zayn gets what he wants afterall and you end up spending the whole day in the hotel room.