Niall: He made it especially for you. And he felt so lame going into Build-a-Bear and picking out the fluffiest and softest bear. He felt even more ridiculous buying it a prince charming outfit and having to sit at that tiny little computer and type the bears name in. It was all worth it though when he got home and handed you your present. The tour started tomorrow and he would be gone for much too long and so, he wanted to give you something to sleep with while he was away. He gave it a spritz of his cologne just for effect, maybe he couldn’t be there to hold you, but at least he could leave a piece of himself behind. “You made me a bear?” You asked dubiously, pulling him from it’s box. He grinned, hands sliding into his pockets. “This is the cutest thing ever,” you laughed, hugging the bear to your chest. He grinned, watching you rub your cheek along the top of his head. “I wanted you to have something to sleep with while I was away. He’ll keep you safe and chase all the bad dreams away,” he said softly. “I’d much rather have you,” you frowned up at him. He smoothed the crease between your eyes away. “You shouldn’t frown,” he whispered. “And I’ll be home to you soon. In the mean time, beary will keep you company. Plus, press his paw.” You did as he asked, his voice echoing out from the bear. “I can tell you I love you anytime you want to hear it.”
Harry: He’s got to win you that damn white bear you said was ‘so cute.’ He could have probably bought the damn thing at the store for less than what he’d been paying for it, but it didn’t matter. He would win that bear for you. “You really don’t have too,” you said meekly, watching him pull another ten out of his wallet. The guy grinned, tucking the money away and lining up three more baseballs for Harry to throw. The carnival was in town and it was the perfect spring night to go and walk hand and hand, play ridiculous games and eat too much cotton candy. “I got this,” he winked over his shoulder at you and let the first ball fly. He knocked the top bottle off and it shattered, glass flying everywhere. His second ball missed and he was left with his final throw. He bit his lower lip and took his shot, breaking the last three bottles. “I did it,” he said incredulously. “I did it!” You clapped for him and he bowed, the man behind the counter laughed and shook his head. “Which prize do you want?” He asked, standing from his seat. “The bear,” you pointed, child like wonder on your face as he grabbed your prize. “For the lady,” Harry said, handing it to you. You wrapped your arms around it immediately coddling it to your chest. “I love it and I love you,” you crooked your finger at him and he bent down so you could press your lips to his cheek.
Liam: He was so damn tired, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and never leave. He wanted to wrap himself around you like a vine and hold you close, kiss every inch of your skin until you were breathless. He trudged up the stairs, his body weighing him down. The bedroom was so close yet so far away. Finally when he reached the end of the halllway and pushed himself inside, he froze. He blinked, rubbed his eyes for good effect then blinked again. But no, the image didn’t change. You were wrapped up in his sweater, nose almost tucked into the collar. In your arms were wrapped the teddy bear he’d had since he was a kid and you were holding onto him for dear life. Not to mention you were on his side of the bed, wrapped up in the blankets. Gently he sat down beside you, his heart doing a weird thump in his chest as you wiggled closer to him.”Hey,” he whispered softly, sitting down beside you. You groaned, rolling over and blinking up at him. “Hi Li,” you murmured, hand reaching for his. “You okay?” He asked softly, hand cupping your cheek. “I just missed you, come to bed, please.” He kicked off his shoes and shucked his jacket, kicking off his jeans and pulling shirt off his back. You slid over and he lay down beside you, his arms pressing you right into his chest. Your lips hovered over his heart, repeatedly applying pressure. “I love you so much,” you mumbled, “more than anything.”
Zayn: You really hoped you weren’t being lame. You thought it was a good idea at the time, but now you weren’t so sure. Did guys even like stuffed animals? What did they do with them? “Hey,” you said timidly, walking into Zayn’s art room. He lifted his head from his canvas, a smear of black paint across his cheek. “Hi love, you alright babe?” he asked, dropping his paint brush and standing. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just have something for you but now I think it’s silly, so just forget it.” You turned scarlet, eyes to the floor. “No way, I’ll love anything you give me. Let me see.” His brown eyes were kind on your face as he waited. Slowly, you kicked the box you’d wrapped into the room and he grinned like a little boy at Christmas. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” he dropped to his knees and shook the box. “I know, I just wanted you to have something that reminded you of me when you left.” He stared up at you, jaw working back and forth as he said, “I’m always thinking of you.” he said softly. He knelt down and ripped the wrapping paper from the box, as he opened the lid. He lifted out the bear you’d gotten for him and he blinked at it, then at you. “I thought you could take him on tour, you know? And when you miss me you can hug her instead.” He sat the bear down and crossed the room in two quick strides, crushing you into his chest. “I won’t let her leave my side, ever.” You knew he was talking about more than just the bear.
Louis: “Come on darling, up into bed you go,” he said to his five year old daughter. She scrambled onto her pink princess bedspread and wiggled herself back against her pillows. “But mommy said I can have a story,” she whined. Louis’ eyes turned towards you as you stepped into the room. You shrugged when he stuck his tongue out at you. “You tell the best ones,” you grinned. “Alright, alright,” he complied. He watched her grab her stuffed dog, the ear nearly torn to shreds from her fingers running against it. “Daddy, don’t forget to tell it to Tony, too,” she said, lifting the dog into his face. He couldn’t forget even if he tried. His daughter was rarely seen without her fluffy companion and it was so damn adorable to see her wrap her arms around him and hug him. One day, he’d get her a real puppy. He would just have to tell her not to strangle it first. He’d given it to her on the day she was born and it was too big for her then. As he looked at her now, he would give anything to have her back to that size. She’d grown up too quickly and Tony’s neck had worn thin where she’d squeezed him too hard. He wondered if he knew how it touched him that she kept something he’d given her so close. “Daddy, sit,” she tugged his sleeve and he sat down beside her, arm around her shoulders. “Alright, my love, what sort of story do you want tonight?” she curled up to his side and closed her eyes, her little hand tucked in his.
