One Direction Preferences

Goodbyes

(T)

Niall:

"This is not forever, ya know", he chuckles lightly, his hand pressed to your cheek as he tries wiping away that little tear gliding down your cheek. Smile spreads over your own lips, as you fail in laughing away your own misery. "C'mon, you'll see me again in like... a month?" he says failing at convincing himself in the clarity of his words. "Yeah, I know, it's just..." you try saying, that small smile fading away. And he wastes no time encouraging you, but lets you fall into his arms; last hig before leaving.

Zayn:

"C'mon, no tears", he says, a single finger gliding over the wet spot that adorns your cheek. "I'm okay", you convince him, but those simple words come out as an encouragement you make to yourself. "I know", he shrugs, smile curling the corners of his lips. It's weird how it feels, somehow awkward and you manage to feel emptiness even though he's right in front of you. One last kiss is exchanged before he pulls you deeply to his chest, your chin finding its place on his shoulder as he buries his own into your neck. "It's okay. We'll be okay."

Louis:

"Bye?" you chuckle at the boy stood in front of your front door, his body weight constantly gravitating from one foot to another, anxiously so. "It's still not goodbye", he says, a light smile curling the corners of his lips. You smile yourself, the glimmer his eyes contain manages to light up the entire night. His next action takes you by surprise, the boy you barely know catches hold on your forearm, pulling you slightly as he pushes his own head a bit further, just enough for his lips to fall onto your. "Now it's goodbye."

Liam:

"Don't go", he cries out, a single whimper leaving his parted lips tearing your ears. "I-I have to. It's for the best, I think", you manage to stay calm, all of the anger washed out of your mind as soon as you see the way his mood changed, a single tear coming in place of rage. "No, please. It can be better, I promise. It will be better", he cries out, not aware of the times he said the exact same thing. "No. This is a goodbye."

Harry:

"I already miss you", he whimpers into your neck, a chuckle building up your chest. "I'm still here if you didn't notice", you try joking, but he ignores it, the ends of soft curls tickling the side of your face as he buries his head further, both of his arms encircling around your waist. "It's just a month 'till we see each other. Maybe two... You won't even notice", you try encouraging the sadder one, but failing at even convincing yourself. "I love you. I love you so much", he says one last time praying for those words to wrap around you, but it hurts him to think that it's not what will keep you warm at night. Your last goodbye.