One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Bed Time

Niall: “It’s getting late”, he whispered. The blue in his eyes desperately shined as he returned his gaze to you, but only to pull away the arm which was safely rested underneath your back. The bed shifted as he moved a bit further, slipping away from your steady body. “No”, you protested encircling your fingers around your friend’s wrist. The action made him stop in his tracks, turning his head back to you. “S-Stay”, you managed to whisper, your voice still weak from the tears he’s just stopped from falling. “Please. I need you now”, you pleaded as he threw his body back to you.

Zayn: “Zayn!” you yelled at the boy, swift move of his legs making him escape your reach. The swing of a white pillow wasn’t enough to reach his smirking face. He was faster, though, turning around and hitting your back with a single move. “Zayn! That hurts!” you whined as the uncalled action threw you to the bed. “Yes, being hit with the pillow does hurt”, you stated in attempt to avoid his sarcastic glare. “But not as much as the thing I’m going to do to you!” you screamed getting back on your feet and grabbing the nearest pillow. “Oh baby, did you know that you’ll have to catch me first?” he smirked yet again, successfully avoiding your hit.

Louis: “Baby”, he whispered and opening your eyes you found him lying on top of you, steady exhales leaving his parted lips enough to put you back to sleep. Lying on top of you, you noticed him being still in his day clothes, shoes taken off but the coldness of his cheeks matching the weather outside. “Did you miss me?” he asked and even in the dark, you imagined him smirking. “You better say yes.”

Liam: “I’l still not sleepy”, saying so, he crazily reminded you of a five year old stuck in a way too big body. Taking yet another scoop of ice cream and stuffing the whole thing in his mouth, he shut his eyes tightly, trying to get used to the feeling of coldness. “Brain freeze, brain freeze”, he proceeded a bit too loud for that time of the night, a bit of liquidy content spilling to the hotel room sheet. Creating an ‘o’ shape with his lips, his finger desperately traced over the wet spot, trying to absorb some damage as he licked it off right after. “You’re an idiot”, you stated trying not too laugh. “And I thought taking you on the tour with me will be fun, mum.” You laughed, giving him a punch in the arm.

Harry: Bedtimes with him are always so fun, especially when you get to see how cute he looks like (even though he hates to admit it). His hair is just so messy, with no additional accessories added to it, naturally falling down his face. His pajama bottoms are a way too long, almost enough for him to step on them, creating such a contrast to his heated bare chest. A rub his fingers offer to his right eye and a small yawn escaping his parted lips make him look just a thousand times cuter, making it clear to you why have you fallen in love with him in the first place.