One Direction Preferences

First Flight Home.

First Flight Home By Jake Miller

Niall- "I hope you still remember what I look like."

Niall's coming home tomorrow from a very long, atleast to you it was long, six month tour. You've missed him so very, very much. And right now, you two are on the phone. "I hope you still remember what I look like." He tells you. "What do you mean Ni? How could I forget, all I have to do is Google your name and you come up. I should be telling you this, not the other way around." You laugh into the phone. "No, (Y/N), I definitely remember how you look, that's not even a question. You don't even want to know how many photos I snuck of you before I left." He laughs a little, then sighs sadly. "What's wrong Ni? Why are you sad? Don't be sad, you'll be here tomorrow! I finally get to see you again, you finally get to see me! Isn't that  a good thing?" You ask. "That's just it! I'm not there right now, I just miss you so much." He whines. "Awww Niall, I miss you too." You sigh. "But you'll be back before you know it, only tonight and then your flight comes back here. I'll be waiting right at the airport for you, I'll get as close to the gates as I can." You tell him. "You will?" He sniffles, as if he's crying. "Of course I will babe, don't cry. I don't like it when you cry." You frown. "I'm not crying, well I was, but now I'm smiling. I love you (Y/N)." He tells you. You can picture his smile in your head as you say, "I love you more Niall." Then you add, "Now get to bed or you'll miss your flight." "Okay, okay. Goodnight, love you." He laughs, and then hangs up.

Liam- "And now I walk up to your front door, I know you recognize that same knock."

Liam left earlier in the week for tour, and you've been missing him so much. Right now, you're currently laying on your shared bed with him, on his side wearing the hoodie he forgot to pack and clutching one of his several Woody dolls to your chest, tears threatening to escape your eyes. But you won't let them, you're happy Liam get's to do what he loves, and you promised him you wouldn't cry after he left. So when your phone starts ringing, you answer immediately, not caring who it is just wanting to talk to anyone. "Hey (Y/N), I miss you babe." A raspy Liam says, as if he just woke up. "I miss you to Li, I'm holding Woody right now." You laugh light-heatedly. "Can we pretend right now that I'm coming home tomorrow? What we'd do?" He asks, and you say a 'sure'. After a few minutes of planning what will happen, Liam get's into how he'd come home. "And so now when I walk up to your front door, I know you'll recognize that same knock. Atleast I hope you will." He says. "Of course I will Liam, I'll recognize anything to do with you." You tell him, now crying tears, but not of sadness, of joy. Joy of talking about his return. There's some moving around in the background, and then Liam says, "I've got to go (Y/N), we have recording or something. I'll call you later, I love you babe." He says sadly. "Oh... Okay. I love you too Li, go record! I'll be keeping up with any news on you guys." You tell him as happily as you can before he hangs up. 

Louis- "And I bet if I left right now, I'd probably make it to you by the morning."

You got a skype call from Louis, and answered it. He's in Brazil right now, on tour. Miles upon miles away from you, and he's been away for almost three weeks. So you accept the call, eager to see what he's up to. "Hey Louis! What are yo- Why are you crying!?" You cut yourself short, looking at him sob on the computer screen. "(Y/N), I miss you too much. A-And they don't want me here. I need to s-see you, I'm coming home." He says, and that's when you notice the bags in the background. "No Louis, don't come home!" You tell him. As much as you miss him and wish you could be with him to comfort him, the fans need him right now. "Do you not want me too?" He says, and his sobs get louder until he puts his head in his hands. "No Lou, babe stop crying, please. I don't like when you cry. Don't be ridiculous, of course I want you. But the fans need you right now babe, don't do this to them. You'll see me in two weeks, remember you have a break." You tell him. "But I bet if I left right now, I'd probably be there by the morning. And I want to see you now." He says. "Then get your head out of your hands, I'm on your computer right now." You laugh lightly, trying to brighten the mood. He lifts his head, showing his tear-stained face and a sad smile. "Lou, what do you mean they don't want you? Of course anybody wants you, you're perfect." You tell him. "The fans, they don't want me here. I'm too ugly for them." He mopes. "Oh shut up, you're not ugly. You're perfect, of course they want you. I want you, and I'm lucky enough to have you." You tell him. "I love you." He tells you. "And I love you." You say back.

Harry- "I've been gone forever, I'm coming home tonight."

"I'm so excited! I'm coming home tonight!" Harry cheers through facetime. Tours finally over for the boys, and tonight around 5:30 the boys will land back home. "I'm as excited as you Harry! I finally get to hug you and play with your hair, and you can tell me some tour stories and I can kiss you telling you how much I missed you..." You trail off, listing all the things you could be doing when Harry comes home. "I've missed you too much to even put into words, i'm not even going to try. I've been gone forever and I'm finally coming home tonight! It's still not sinking in (Y/N)!" Harry cheers through the phone line."Harry I know it's so exciting, I've been waiting forever and a half to see you. I love you so much and miss you so much it's not even funny." You tell him. "I love you too and I've missed you way more." He says, holding out the 'ay' in way. This causes you two to get into a playful fight about who misses the other more, until your phone dies. And by then, you're already at the airport waiting for his plane to come in.

Zayn- "Yeah and I now pull up to your driveway."

You were just sitting at home, reading a book when you get  a call. Zayn, is who your caller I.D says it is. "Hey Zayn! How are you?" You ask him, folding the page corner of your book. "I'm coming home." He says. Wait, what? Zayn's on tour, and it isn't over until next week. How is he coming home? "Zayn what? I think I heard you wrong." You say calmly. "No, you heard me right. Just give me a second, I've got to try and remember the neighborhood. There. Yeah, I'm pulling into your driveway." Zayn says. You're shocked, because there are headlights in your driveway. "Zayn... Are you kidding?" You ask, but either way you slide your slippers on and go out your front door, going to the car. It's Zayn. "Zayn!" You say, as he opens the door, and you run over to him encasing him in a hug, leaving kisses all over his perfect face. "I've missed you so much." He sighs, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you inside, quickly shutting the car door before doing so. "Why did you come home? I've missed you too much, but why are you here?" You ask as he places you down on your feet, both of you going to sit on the couch after you give him a few pecks on the lips. "Because all that was left were interviews and I don't need to be there for those when I could be with you." He smiles at you as you snuggle into his chest. "Well this was a good surprise, very good." You tell him.

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