One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You Surprise Him on Tour

Niall: Niall had only been gone for a month on tour, and you missed him like crazy. Lately, he had been so busy with recording, soundchecks, and concerts that he found little to no time to talk with you. He was either too busy or too tired. You completely understood, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. Needless to say, it was hard to be away from him.

A week after your last Skype call with Niall, you got a text message from Liam telling you to call him as soon as possible. You finished putting away all of your groceries before dialing Liam’s number, plopping down onto the couch.

“(Y/N)?” he answered after the second ring. You heard noise in the background and assumed the television was on.

“Hey, Liam. What’s up? You need something?”

“Yeah, actually,” he said slowly, and you imagined him reaching up to scratch the back of his head like he always did when he felt awkward. “I need you to come to Paris.”

“Paris?” I yelled into the phone, perking up immediately. “As in France? Paris, France?”

“Yeah, that Paris.”

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” he said, sighing, hinting that everything was not all fine. “Except Niall’s been in a bit of a downer mood lately. We think he’s suffering from a severe case of (Y/N) Withdrawal Syndrome,” he said cutely. You giggled and then sighed. You missed Niall, you really did.

“Alright. When?”

“Really? You’re okay with this?” Liam asked, his voice clearly growing in excitement.

“Yeah, sure. I’m on Summer Break and everything. I can ask for a week off of work or something. My boss is pretty understanding. She’s noticed I’ve been a little off lately too.”

“Awesome, I’ll send you your ticket and you can come next week. Niall’s going to be so excited!”

A week later, you were getting off of the plane after several hours of flying. You yawned, looking around the terminal for a sign with your name on it. Liam said he was sending a limo to pick you up. You spotted one, and smiled softly at the name on the sign: (Y/N) Horan. Only Liam would do something as cheeky as that.

The limo took you to the hotel they were staying at, and you practically ran into the fancy lobby. Liam and Zayn were both sitting in couches by the door, and they hopped up when they saw you, rushing over to give you hugs. “It’s so great to see you, (Y/N). You look amazing,” Zayn said. You laughed.

“Zayn, I was just on a plane for eight hours. I look like shit. Now can one of you tell me the room number and give me a key so I can go see my husband,” you joked, winking at Liam, who smiled back. He reached into his back pocket and handed you a room card, telling you Niall’s room number. You boarded the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently the whole ride up.

Finally, you got to the right room, sliding the key into the door and entering. “Liam? Is that you? Did you bring my hot chocolate? And the scones? That’s what they’re called, right?” Niall asked, walking out of the bedroom in nothing but sweatpants. When he saw you, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening.