One Direction Preferences

Rainy Afternoon

(T)

Harry:

You've just arrived at the beach house and it's pouring. Absolutely pouring. The sky is grey and the waves are rolling in hard against the shore line. "Why?" Harry pouts, elongating the word to express his displeasure with the situation. He presses his nose up against the back door leading out the deck that could take you to the beach; should it stop raining. "Let's just unpack babe, maybe it'll stop by then," you offer, surrounded by the luggage you'd both packed for the two weeks vacation in Savannah, Georgia. Harry turns, lips pulled down in a pitiful frown and you have to chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend. His head hangs as he walks towards you and with an irritated sigh, he hauls your bags towards the bedroom while you set about putting away the groceries. "You could have at least started unpacking instead of just staring out the window... that's not going to make it stop raining any time soon," you tell Harry upon entering the bedroom to find him glaring out the window. Harry lays on the bed while you unpack, complaining about the rain and wanting to see you in a bikini. "Come on sourpuss, it's not that bad," you try to bargain, crawling onto the bed and over top of him. "But it's boring! We came here to have fun in the sun and get tan and whatever else you said," Harry complains, arm thrown over his eyes dramatically. You roll your eyes at his antics and slap his chest. "Come on, we're at the beach. Tomorrow's a new day pudding, let's just watch movies or TV or something," you tell him, scratching at his t-shirt covered chest lightly with your nails and he sighs but agrees. You drag him out towards the living room and you both fall back into the couch cushions. Propping your feet up on the coffee table, you toss Harry the remote and let him figure it out. After a few failed trys and randomly pushing buttons, Harry finally turns the TV on but allows you to choose from the guide as to what you'd be watching. "Let's hook the computer up and watch Netflix," you offer after Harry vetoed all of your suggestions. "Let's play a game," Harry counters, turning to look at you and your raised eyebrows. "Come on, we've never played a board game... it'll be fun, it's what Gem and I would do when it rained back home," Harry explained, standing to search the house for board games. "So, it's what you did basically every day?" You teased, chuckling when Harry spun on his heels to glare at you before holding up a few boxes. "Bring them here then, we'll play your board games," you concede, sliding down to the floor and wait for Harry to join. Taking a seat across from you, he removes the basket of shells from the table and sets it aside before he opens the checker box. "Black or red?" He questions, holding up the two pieces and you shrug while pointing to the red marker. Harry slides the red pieces to you and you both set up your side of the board before Harry allows you the honor of starting the game. "King me loser," you tease, smiling triumphantly at all the pieces Harry had to king and he glared. "How are you this good at checkers?" He questioned, stacking a second piece to your marker and realized he had already lost the game. "I"m American, it's in m blood to defeat a Brit," you tease, proudly displaying your American flag t-shirt and Harry rolled his eyes playfully at the comment. "Just wait until we play Go Fish, I'm really good at that," you tell him, leaning over the table and press a kiss to his pouting lips.

Liam:

"So you'll be back around noon?" You question, seated with your back against the headboard as Liam rushed to finish getting ready for the bands early morning recording session. "Yeah, noonish... when I get back we'll paint all that stuff down in the garage," Liam promised, tugging one black Nike on and then the other. "Don't forget your bag," you remind him, scooching down until your laying flat against the mattress. You hear Liam breathe out heavily and you grin; he always forgets his bag. Thank god for you or he'd never have his laptop or charger for the studio, "What would I do without you?" He questions. With shut eyes you smile when the bed dips under his weight and then he's hovering over top of you. "Don't sleep all day," Liam teases, pressing kisses to your cheeks and you giggle. You're gonna sleep all day. He knows it. You know it. "I will," you say anyway, grinning when Liam sighs dramatically. "I hate you," he grunts, bending his elbows so he can press his lips to yours."I'll see you in a few hours," he says, glancing to the clock that says 6AM and curses being in a band. By the time he comes home, it's a downpour outside. "So... I guess I lucked out again," Liam teases, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stare at the living room window at the rain. "You're going to paint that stuff one of these days," you remind him, gently elbowing him in the stomach and he huffs. "I never agreed to be the handy man in this relationship," he complains, arms slipping around your waist to tug you back closer to him. "No but you promised to be the man, the manliest of men if I agreed to go out with you," you remind him with a fond smile, fingers tracing patterns on his forearms at your stomach. You catch his eye in the windows reflection and he's smiling at the memory of your first meet. "I guess I did. I promise, when it's not raining and I'm not working I shall paint all the furniture you wish to paint," Liam promises, squeezing gently while pressing his lips to your cheek. His stubble from several days of not shaving rubs harshly against your cheek but you don't mind. You enjoy his stubble and the way it feels against your skin. Even if it does leave a rash against your pale skin. "We could nap and watch TV," you tell him, pressing a hand to the window when he presses against you and forces you forward. "Or... we could do naughty things," Liam suggests through a yawn and rolling your eyes, you turn in his arms. "Or we could nap and save the naughty for later," you tell him, eyebrows raised when he tries to protest but doesn't have the energy. He drags you behind him up the stairs towards the master bedroom and tosses you against the mussed sheets, your giggle ringing through the room. Liam grins playfully before he pounces on top of you, fingers finding purpose against your sides and he tickles. "Liam, no," you screech, trying to contort your body out of his grasp but it's to no avail. Liam is too strong for that and he keeps you beneath him as he tickles you mercilessly. "God, I love you," Liam says softly in the midst of you giggling and trying to catch your breath. He has that soft look in his eyes, a fondness to the expression on his face and you blush. It's his look of "I'm a man in love," and it never fails to make you flush. "I love you too," you say just as softly, eyes searching his and finding what you'e been searching for your whole life; unconditional love. He bends and kisses you softly, so softly it makes you want to cry. He barely presses his lips to yours, just rests them on yours and breaths deeply.A few moments later he rolls to your side and pulls you against his chest. It's completely silent in the room except for your breathing and the rain beating against the window. You lay in Liam's arms for almost an hour, just enjoying being in the safety and love they provide before you finally fall asleep. The rain still beating against the window outside but Liam's tight embrace keeps you warm and safe from the storm raging outside.