One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Thinking of you...

Harry: As soon as he wakes up, really. And he hates the fact that your normal side of the bed is now cold. But hey, he’s on the other side of the world and he does the only thing he can do: he calls you. And normally he calls you every morning because starting a day without you just seems wrong and you’re better than any cup of coffee or tea out there. So when his lazy, sleepy voice fills the phone you can’t stop the shudder that runs through your body because there is something about knowing that you’re someone’s first thought in the morning that irrevocably changes you. “Hey babe,” he says falling back into his pillow, “how’d you sleep?” And the worst part was Harry knew how you looked all curled up and soft and just, so, so beautiful and here he was staring at a hotel room wall. “Would have been better if you were here,” you said on a yawn. He understood that. There was something like security when he had you tucked against his chest. “Well, just think, only thirty more sleeps until I get home,” he said brightly. You chucked, grabbing his pillow and wrapping your arms around it. “That’s thirty sleeps too long.” He sighed, he couldn’t have agreed more.

Niall: When he passes a coffee shop or a bunch of fresh flowers. You were both sweet, fragrant and addictive like caffeine. And he didn’t really know how that could happen but he didn’t really care because you were wonderful. And so he can’t help but stop, you know? He can’t go home without coffee because coffee could quite possibly be the one thing you love more than him and as soon as he saw those red flowers he thought of your lips and then he was plowing his fingers through his hair. He loved that mouth of yours. So when he breezed through the front door, arms full you leapt up to help him. “Did you rob a flower shop?” You asked dryly, moving the petals so his blue eyes appeared. He grinned, setting down the coffees and the three bouquets of flowers he got. He got three because, well, the red reminded him of your lips and the orange reminded him of sunrises and how they look in your skin and he got pink because it was the exact color of your cheeks when you blushed. Maybe he was overly romantic and maybe he was a sap but one thing Niall was never shamed of was what he felt for you because it was rare and pure and deserves to be celebrated every day. “No,” he said giving you a quick kiss, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Zayn: When hears your song on the radio. He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face when he hears those first few notes. And sure Zayn’s always been reserved but when those notes fill the car, his hands immediately reach for the volume and he cranks it up as high as it can go and he sings, sings like you were right there next to him and I mean, he can’t stop smiling because this song encompassed everything. Zayns forte wasn’t words but it was music and art and those were the only things out there that seemed to even come close to you-but you were better than that. They’d need galaxies to describe you and stars and moons and burning suns. But for now, a song would do. And as soon as he hops out of the car his phone is to his ear. “Our song was just on the radio,”he said by way of greeting. You laughed, phone tucked between your chin and shoulder as you said, “no way? I was just playing it!” He grinned, loving that for a moment music connected you across oceans and somehow you were both thinking of each other at the same time. Somehow that made the distance smaller. “I wish I was there to dance with you,” he whispered softly, eyes closing. “Yeah,” you said sadly, “me too.”

Liam: Well, he’s always thinking about you. That’s sort of expected, right? I mean, ever since he met you, you’ve taken over every thought. Not that he was complaining about it. He could be watching TV and a movie would be in that you loved and immediately he was taken back to memories of you and he on the couch eating popcorn and making out through the boring scenes. If he ate a certain food he would think of you and wish you were there to taste it. And when he saw those silk, red nighties hanging in store windows he thought how you looked in them and his throat ran dry because you were beautiful and sexy and cute and all these things he didn’t know one person could be. “My entire day reminded me of you,” he said when he got home, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. “Yeah?” You asked, spinning and linking your arms around his neck. “Yup, ate at that Italian place you love today with Niall and ordered your favorite dish.” You grinned, loving that he was so thoughtful. “And none for me?” You pouted. He kissed your cheeks, lips, forehead and nose with a small grin on his face. “We’ll go tomorrow I promise.”

Louis: When he can’t fall asleep because his mind of full of thoughts of you, and it sucks because you aren’t there and damnit, he misses you. And it’s the worst at night you know because he’s so sleepy and soft and all he wants to do is nuzzle up under your chin and run his fingers down your arm like he always does-you know, that barely there touch that makes you so sleepy. So what else is he supposed to do when he’s on tour and away from you? He clicked his phone to life and facetimed you, his expression hopeful when you answered. “Hey!” You said with a smile. It was daylight there and you were getting ready for your day and seeing your face and how beautiful you were made Louis’ chest constrict because he wanted to be there and hug you and kiss you until he made you late for work. “I couldn’t sleep, wanted to hear your voice,” he murmured, sinking back down into the covers. “Awh, baby,” you cooed, watching his lids flutter closed. “Sing,” he whined. He loved hearing your voice before he passed out and he loved just being with you and all his dreams were sweet when you were around. You obliged, humming something that had him falling asleep in minutes, that adorable half smile on his face.