One Direction Preferences

141-You're Having A Bad Day

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Harry: You shoved your keys back in your bag and shook off your shoes as you entered your flat. "I'm home" you called evently. Harry's head popped out of the kitchen and with a smile he greeted you, "Hey sweetheart." But his smile soon dropped as he saw your vacant expression. "What's wrong, baby girl?" he cooed, stepping into the hallway. You shrugged. "Just a bad day." "Aw. C'mere." He opened his arms and engulfed you in a tight embrace, kissing your cheek. "I know just the right thing to make you feel better" he mumbled into the side of your face, "Let's go." He took your jacket from the coat rack and helped you to put it on. "Where are we going?" you asked, fixing the collar. He grabbed his car keys and opened the door, before taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. "Milkshake city!"

Niall: That day you woke up and just got out of the wrong side of the bed. You wanted to take a shower, but the water was bloody cold, so you skipped it. Showering every two days only is okay, right? After, you ran to the bus station two streets away, but the bus drove away right under your nose. That didn't let you go down, though. You decided to call a cab instead. Too bad you forgot your mobile at home. But you assummed that walking back would have taken too long, so you just walked the 1,5km to work. And back. You were pretty relieved when you were finally back home. To your surprise Niall was waiting for you in your flat. He must have used the spare key. "What you're doing here?" you asked joining him on the couch. "You weren't answering your phone and I was worried, so I checked on you" he explained, "But know I know why." He pointed at your mobile on the couch table as you sighed. When he asked you how your day was, you just let go and told him everything. "You're up for a cuddle then?" You nodded your head and you both layed down together, you falling asleep slowly. "Princess?" "Mhm." "You're smelling."

Liam: Your tough luck already begun when you got up in the morning and hit your little toe on the edge of the nightstand. You yelped, but didn't wake Liam though. The tough girl you were you brushed off the pain and went to the kitchen to make yourself and Liam a delicious breakfast. To your luck, the toast was mouldy and there was nothing of your favorite tea left. You groaned and decided to make pancakes instead. As if this day hasn't been bad already, the milk carton was empty, therefore you had to cancel the pancakes. You had no fun to stay up anymore and walked back upstairs. On your way, you hit your little toe again. By then you were sick of it. Your whole day was already ruined. You just climbed back in bed and cuddled into Liam. He drapped an arm around your waist and pulled you as close as possible to himself. "I won't leave this bed today anymore" you murmured into the crook of his neck. He kissed your forehead, "I'm okay with that."

Louis: You stood in the kitched and -even though you had the worst day ever- prepared dinner for you and Louis. You promised to cook for you two, because days like this don't happen often. When Louis came home he immediately joined you in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the spot under your ear. "How was your day?" You turned around gave him a proper hug. "Better now that you're home." "Aw", he cooed and lowered his head a bit, so he was eye-to-eye level with you, "What happened, baby?" He stroke a strand of your hair behind your ear as you shrugged. "Just everything", you frowned, "Everything went wrong and my day was just shit." "Well, how about you go taking a nap then, while I make dinner? Sounds good, eh?" he suggested. You nodded, "That sounds fantastic, actually." He gave you a short peck on your now smiling lips, before shoving you into the living-room, "I'll wake you when dinner's ready then."

Zayn: When you came home from school, you immediately ran upstairs into your room, ignoring the calls of your mom to eat lunch. "I'm not hungry" you stated and slamed your door shut. You threw your bag across the room and pulled your mobile out of your jeans pocket. Flopping onto the bed you dialed Zayn's number and tried to hold back your tears. "Hey [Y/N]" he answered the phone, "What's up?" Even though you were now talking to him, you couldn't hold it anymore and bursted into full sobs. You tried to muffle them a bit by draping an arms over your face, but it wouldn't work. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, worried. "Everything" you sniffed, wiping your eyes, "I need you here." "I know baby" he said, sadly, "You'll be here next week though." "But I need you now" you sobbed. He sighed. "Do you want to skype?" "No", you whined, "I want you to hold me." "You know that isn't possible, hunny." More tears ran down your cheeks. "But I can sing to you if you want." Coughing, you whispered, "Yes, please." He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house. When things go wrong we can knock it down..."