One direction imagines and prefrences

Craving

Harry: Sitting on the couch in your massive hotel room, you stare blankly at the walls. Wait for what seems like ages, for Harry to come back. Today was taking him way longer than usual, and you were hungry. You've watched 3 back to back episodes of cupcake wars, and there's nothing you want more than a chocolate, a vanilla, and a red velvet cupcake. You reach across the couch and grab your phone, dialing the first number in your imessages. "Hello? Y/N Are you alright?" Harry's concerned voice came through the phone after 2 rings. The noise on the other end of the phone lessened as he distanced himself from it. "Nothings wrong, I miss you." You reply, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers. "I miss you too baby, but I'm working. I'll be back in an hour or so. Ok?" He asks in a low raspy voice. "Ok," you reply, "Haz?" The phone cracked a bit before he spoke again. "Yeah?" "Will you pick me up some cupcakes?" It was quiet for a few seconds, "You want a cupcake, at 8 am?" He asked trying to hold in a chuckle. "Well WE want 3 cupcakes." You confirm, you can almost picture the amused grin on his face. "Can you get me a vanilla, a chocolate, and a red velvet? Please." Some one started talking in the background. "Of course baby, I'll be back soon."

Liam: You stepped into the kitchen, the floor cold beneath your feet. Your not hungry, you just really want breakfast. When you say breakfast, you mean juice, toast, and an egg, the way Liam makes them. Flipping o the light, the massive kitchen is illuminated. Because you didn't want to bother Liam, you were just going to try and make them your self. After 3 failed attempts and two burnt fingers you hear the sound of feet dragging on the floor behind you. "What are you doing?" Liam's raspy voice broke the silence. He made his way to you. "I'm making breakfast," you confessed in a small voice. His shorts are hanging just a little too lox off his hips. And it didn't help that he was shirtless. "It's 2:30 A.M." He grumbled, stepping behind you to see what your doing. "I wanted to make an egg but i cant do it like you can." You say, leaning into his body. "Why didn't you ask me?" His hands found their way to your hips, moving you to the side so he could cook. "You were sleeping." You stood and watched as he while he made your food. "You can always wake me up, if you or the baby needs me." He said looking down at you. He scratched his light stubble, then ran the hand through his hair. As soon as the food was done, you ate them, piping hot. "Thank you Li," You said blowing on the fork of hot eggs. "Will, you come back to bed now. It's cold in there without you." He whined slowly pushing you toward the bedroom.

Niall: Even though you know you've only been on the car for 20 minutes it felt like forever. Niall sat in the drivers seat. One hand on the wheel, the other fussing with the hem of your dress. His sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "Ni," you said slowly. "Y/N," he said back, mocking your tone. For the past hour and a half you've had the overwhelming craving for a shamrock shake. You thought you could ignore it, but every time he drove past a McDonald's you just wanted to cry. "Can we get some food?" you ask peaking over at you blonde boyfriend. Out the window you can see a fan snap a picture of him driving. "We're going to meet my parents for lunch right now," He explained lookin over at you from about the rim of his shades. "I REALLY want a shake. Like the green ones from McDonald's." His eye flicked from you to the road, then back to you. "Seriously." "Yeah seriously!" you sassed, "the baby moves around when ever I see one. His eyebrows shot up, "To McDonald's then." He said pulling off the road.

Louis: You organized the massive pile of presents sitting on Louis' mums table. Today was his younger sisters birthday, and like the good girl friend you are you went with, despite the fact that you'd be in a house full of girls, loud girls, and you're pregnant. You watched as the cake was cut. Lottie handed a plate to everyone except you. Because, on any regular day the bright pink frosting would be way to sweet for you to even think about, and everyone knew it. However today it looked like the most delicious things you've ever seen. After Louis took his rather large piece you follow close behind him as he retreated to his childhood bedroom. He plopped into an old lazy boy, and you came down right behind him. Sitting on his lap with your legs over the side, you watch as he sections off a portion of the cake with his fork. "How are you feeling to-" he started. "Can I have a bite of your cake?" You asked while looking at it. "I thought you didn't like this kind?" He questions with a raised eyebrow. You take the fork from him and eat a massive bite. He kept talking and noticed as you casually took the plate from his hands. You ate the whole piece and wanted more. "That was my piece," he pouted, while you licked the remaining frosting from the fork.

Zayn:You rolled over in bed, even though your past the point of exhaustion, you can't fall asleep. What you can do is think about how badly you want some homemade vanilla ice-cream and pickles. The problem is that you don't have the only homemade ice cream your willing to eat. You rolled into Zayn's chest, his steady breathing turns into a deep breath. You can feel his muscles tense around you for a brief second, before his hazel eyes peek open. He looks cute cute tired, with his bed head disguised under a beanie, that only allowed the ends of his dark fringe to show. He peers down at you through his long black eyelashes. "Zayn," you say sheepishly, running you fingers over his chest. A warm smile spreads across his face. "Mmmhmm," he responds, while burying his chin in your hair. "I want some pickles, and ice cream." You informed, kissing the trail your fingers had just run, letting your lips linger over the spot you know drives him crazy. He sat up in bed, his eyes flutter for a moment before he can make out what the clock says. "It's 4:30." "I and really want some home made vanilla ice cream and pickles. But we don't have any ice cream." You explained with a whisper, kissing him just under the ear. "Please," you begged. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He throws a dark hoodie over his head and pulls a pair shoes on. You couldn't help but be excited about the ice cream he was going to buy. "Thank you," you beam. He glances down at you, while outing his wallet into the pocket of his sweats. "But when I get back you can continue what your were doing before," he said with all seriousness before it turned I to a smirk and he ducked out the door.