One direction imagines and prefrences

Stormy nights

Harry:

As the thunder claps above your flat, you cuddle deeper into the covers. When you hear the soft thud of knocking on your flat door, you rush to the aid of the person on the other side. Your heavy, wood door swings open to a soaked Harry, standing in the cold with a sloppy grin plastered on his face. You let him in, quickly scrambling to get him a towel, and dry clothes. When he goes to change, you put on some tea, to help him warm up. When the tea is finished, you carry the mugs to your bed in the corner of the large room, where Harry was sitting cross-legged on top of your covers. You both sit there for a few moments, sipping your tea. "Thank you for coming." You softly spoke, as another thunderclap hit making you jump. Harry knew you were terrified of storms, he nodded as he stood up, going to grab some blankets to make a fort. Once he built up the walls made for 'the fort to protect the princess' you both sat on your bed, with only the faint glow of his laptop screen, as you both explored new music and talking about concerts you wanted to or had attended, distracting you from the monstrous weather outside the window.

Louis:

You sprinted out of the apartment, as fast as you could, into the pouring rain. As you looked behind you, to see him watching you, you ran into something, as a clap hit above your head, you squealed, jumping in the air. "Calm down, love, is everything alright? Wait, (Y/N)? What are you doing out in this storm, I told you I would come get you?" Louis questioned, holding your shoulders. He noticed you were quite frantic, and panicked, so he led you to where his car sat a few feet away, engine slowly humming, as you got in, and he ran around the other side. "He hit you again, didn't he?" Louis asked, gripping the steering wheel, tightly.

Liam:

The phone starts buzzing on your mattress, beside you. You barely hear it buzzing, over the loud storm. "Hello?" You ask into the phone, quietly. "Meet me outside." You hear his gruff voice, you scramble off the bed, rushing to the door. You see Liam standing in the rain, a few meters away, drenched from the rain. "Come out here, babe.", your friend laughs, reaching out his hand. You giggle, shaking your head no, "Get out of the rain, you silly boy." He shakes his head, flinging water drops towards you, off his hair. "Fine, I was gonna be the nice guy, and offer." He states, as he charges picking you up off the ground, still in your doorway. He sprints into the rain, refusing to set you down or stop, until you were as soaked as he was. Finally, he slowly lowers you to the ground, your bodies pressed against each other, him out of breath from running with you, you cold in the wet clothes painted on your body now. He slowly lowers, putting his lips on yours. Once you two separate, you smile, both relieved to finally do that. You grip his fingers, pulling him into the warm apartment behind you.

Niall:

What else is there to do in a storm, then to run around, jumping in every puddle you spot? Well, many things, but none of them related to you guys at that moment, the moment you heard the first thunder clap, you pulled on your rain boots, and matching rain coat. Meeting Niall at the door of your flat, you gripped hands, jumping across the parking lot, in every puddle you saw. With the insane weather, you didn't expect anybody to be around, but when Niall and your figures jumping in puddles, were sprawled across the paper stating "Niall Horan dating a child?" you remembered, how careful you always have to be.

Zayn:

When Zayn woke up to you scrambling around the apartment, grabbing things and moving them all over, he thought you were leaving. He sat there, on the low mattress watching you scramble, trying to figure out what he did wrong. After a moment of watching, he realized you weren't packing to leave. You were dressed head-to-toe in rain gear, with a black cover over an item on the counter. You quickly rushed out the door, as Zayn followed your figure through the window, setting up. Not many would rush out into a full fledge hail, and lightning storm, just to take a single decent photo. Zayn watched you as you took photos, of the raging sky, out in the parking lot of the apartment building. As you wiggled the handle to the door, you panicked upon finding it was locked. But lucky Zayn was right there to save the day, well night.