One Direction Preferences

#47 - Its raining, its pouring

Niall: Days in the Horan family's household often consisted of sipping on cold coffee, strumming tunes on guitar strings, and flipping page after page of all the old magazines you had collected. But today was different. You sat and gazed out the window and watched gravity do it's thing, pulling down the raindrops that leave streaks on your windows.
The noise of rain made your body go into rest mode, and you laid back on your couch and closed your eyes, listening to the sweet melody of rainfall. This kind of weather was perfect. Tiny raindrops, not the gross kind of rain that forced you to be soaked and kept you from doing day to day activities.
Niall had noticed what a sleepy state you were in when you heard his footsteps become louder as he came closer to you. You feel the soft fabric of a blanket cover you and the hot breath of Niall as he kissed your cheek, and left you listening so deeply to the pitter patter of rain.

Harry: Oh, you hated rain. And Harry knew this because even when you felt or saw a single drop of water, you went into panic mode. 'It's raining!? We're trying to be productive outdoors and enjoy our day and the clouds decide to literally rain on my parade? Ridiculous.' That was exactly what came out of your scowling mouth when he first discovered how much you hated rain. You were trying to mow your lawn because you found that the grass was getting pretty tall.
The minute you felt that first raindrop, it felt like acid to you. "No way." You mumbled through gritted teeth.
The rain came down all at once, immediately soaking your hair and skirt that you were dressed in.
When you trudged inside, Harry spun around to see you standing in the doorway, dripping wet, and frowning.
He stifled a giggle by covering his mouth with his hand.
You ran over to him attached yourself to him, getting his legs wet. You hugged those tight jeans he was wearing.
He grinned down at you, gratitude in his beautiful eyes.
Your eyes met his and you chuckled, crawling off his long, skinny leg that you soaked.
He shook his head, smiled, and headed to the bedroom with a, "I'm changing pants."

Louis: Saturday morning, approximately seven A.M. and the dense rain plopped on your roof. A snoring Louis lay beside you but you were wide awake, staring at patterns in the dark. The sun was beginning to shine through the scattered clouds. You wished you could fall into a deep slumber, but you never found yourself dreaming when rain fell from the sky.
You envied your boyfriend. He laid there, his hair a mess and his bare chest melodically moving up and down with each breath he took.
You tried to fall asleep by forcing yourself to shut your eyes. But each time you heard thunder, your eyes would shoot open. It was useless.
Cuddling into Lou's side, you inch your arm around his waist and rest your heavy head into his neck.
A few minutes later, the rain ceases and you finally are able to fall asleep.

Liam:
The weather was absolutely insane. It rained so much, and it didn't phase Liam, but you were beginning to get aggravated with the stupid weather.
"Fuck this," you muttered, engulfing yourself with a children's blanket. You heard a muffled chuckle from your husband, Liam.
"It's soothing." He says.
You whip the blanket off you and your hair sticks to the blanket statically.
"You think loud, constant claps of thunder and never ending droplets of rain is soothing?"
Liam chuckles. "Maybe. I mean, it's relaxing."
You laugh from behind your blanket. "Whatever you say, Li. Whatever you say."

Zayn: Another normal day with Zayn, your famous boyfriend. Photoshoots on photoshoots on photoshoots. This time, it was more of a couple photoshoot, and it took place outside.
You gripped Zayn's t-shirt tight as the first raindrop hit you. Oh, man. The next drop came a second later, and you watched it hit Zayn's shoulder and wet his brightly colored tee. The photographers look around and put their cameras down as they realize it's beginning to rain.
"It's raining." You smirk at Zayn and take his hand, as he knew you loved rain. The smell, the touch, the way the clouds looked, you adored everything about the rain.
"Oh, god." He muttered under his breath. You kicked off your sandals and began to skip around in the freshly cut grass. Your hair was damp and you danced in the rain, putting your arms up. Zayn giggled, hugging your waist and lifting you up, smiling at the photographer. You looked up at the clouds and let the rain fall on you, with a smile. You spotted a flash from the corner of your eye as the photographer snapped the picture. Zayn lightly set you down, and you pecked his lips.