Louis: What a high. It had already been nearly an hour since the show ended and Louis' heart rate still hadn't gone down. The rowdy celebration going on in Niall’s hotel room probably wasn’t helping, but no one had any reason to care. The end of a show, the end of a tour—and a great one at that. It felt good to have the boys and the crew all celebrating together in one big heap of hugs and shouts and fizzy alcohol. Just as he was toasting Niall for the third time, a buzz in his back pocket made him smile. He already knew it was you. “Well hello there,” he squinted his eyes in a grin as he answered the call. “Well hello. How was the show?” you asked expectantly. “Sick. Totally sick,” he nodded, still grinning. “You busy celebrating with the boys?” “Yeah, we’re all up in Niall’s hotel room. You should see the room service we’ve managed to order… pretty sure there’s a fully roasted duck sitting on his pillow.” You chuckled, imagining the food and drinks spread in every space a body didn’t fill. “Hold on a second, Niall’s forcing me to get the door even though he can clearly see I’m busy,” Louis laughed, tone full of the endearing sass you missed so much. “How rude. I’ll have to give that boy a stern—” Your sentence was cut short by Louis’ gaping stare. His phone dropped to his side as his eyes half closed. “You…” he spoke, squinting and pointing at you. Clearly your surprise had been a success. “I what?” “You little…” he tried again, but failed to finish his sentence before breaking into an excited chuckle and moving towards you. “I can believe you actually got away with this,” he mumbled against your lips, making you both giggle. “Me either. Surprising you isn’t easy, you little busybody.” He chuckled at your words as he raised his hand to the back of your neck, kissing you one more time before pulling you back into the hotel room with him. “Look who’s just arrived!” he called out to the crowd inside. And to that you were met with loud, excited shouts and many, many more toasts.
Zayn: “Hey babe, you alright?” Zayn smiled casually as you answered his facetime call. “Fine, you alright?” you respond quickly. “Yeah, how was your day?” Zayn asked, head resting on his crossed arms and body sprawled out behind him on the hotel bed. “Zayn, how was YOUR day?” you superseded, making him laugh. “It was fine, it was fine,” he chuckled. “Just fine??” you laughed with him, wanting to hear every detail and every thought and every moment. It was the last show of their stadium tour… it had to be a big feeling. “It was a great show, yeah. Really loud, really fun. Quite emotional at the end, but it was good.” You smiled at his explanation. It was just like Zayn to be so short and simple about it all. “Did you celebrate with the boys afterwards?” “Yeah, we had, like, a sort of huddle moment, and then we made some toasts and stuff with the crew. It was nice,” Zayn answered. You shook your head in a laugh. “Do you ever lose your chill?” “Do I what?” Zayn smiled, his eyebrows showing confusion. This made you laugh harder, and he did too, only because whenever you laughed he couldn’t help but join. “You seem happy,” you smiled at him through the camera. “I am,” he simply responded. “Good. That’s very good,” you contentedly nodded. “Can’t wait for you to get home.”
Niall: You had hardly been able to contain your excitement—surprising Niall on the final night of the WWA Tour was almost too much to handle. But somehow you’d kept your cool, even when he’d called you earlier that day to excitedly ramble about coming home to see you, about the show, about all that the next few months held. If he’d known you were secretly hiding in a hotel room just a few floors down from his, you were pretty sure he might accidentally miss something important he’d be so excited to see you. Which is why you’d worked so hard to keep your voice steady and your breathing calm and your nerves at bay as you talked to him. You seemed to have done a pretty good job, because when he walked off stage at the end of Best Song Ever and saw you standing there, the tears already streaming down his face grew heavier, and without a word he wrapped his arms around you and rather stuffed his face into your neck in a mess of tears and bittersweet smiles and hands gripping around you like a dying man to a life raft. And in that moment you had known that you’d made the right decision—with all the good and fun and adrenaline-heavy moments he was having, there were also those sad and nostalgic and overwhelming moments too—moments he’d want to have and love to have and need to have, but moments he’d want and love and need to have you there for. It’d all just feel a bit much, and he’d be so thankful to have you there to support him.
Liam: “28 HOURS,” Liam’s excited voice yelled through the phone. The blaring screams in the background gave away his location. You laughed. “Did you just come off stage?” “Yeah, and the only thing I can think about right now is that I get to see you in 28 hours. 28 hours! Babe, I’m so excited.” You smiled and put your hand to your forehead, your cheeks blushing ever so slightly. “Did you already forget that you just finished—literally JUST finished—a worldwide stadium tour?” you asked with a chuckle. Liam giggled happily, “No, I didn’t forget. But we’ll be celebrating that tonight, don’t worry. I just wish you were here to celebrate with us. Babe, I literally miss you so much, I can’t wait to come home.” You giggled again. “Liam, you’re kind of pathetic.” “I’m TOTALLY pathetic! Completely. The boys remind me all the time. But I don’t even care anymore, I miss you too much. Like on the verge of sounding a bit mental I miss you so much.” “Well I miss you too,” you smiled, “But… I suppose I won’t have to miss you for too much longer. Only for another, say, what…” “28 HOURS.” Liam reminded enthusiastically, playing along. “Oh right, yes… 28 hours, how could I forget,” you cheekily replied, the both of you laughing in excitement. Soon after, Liam had to go, but you were thankful for the call, even if it was short lived. Knowing that he’d been thinking of you at a time like that was a little more endearing than you could handle. And truth be told, you were probably just as excited to see him as he was to see you. So the next time your hall clock chimed, you sent him a simple little text: “27 hours…”
Harry: You’d been around for a few days, excited to experience the last few stops with the boys before the tour ended. The last day of the tour had been a whirlwind, and the show was absolutely mental. You wished you could memorize every second, every stupid joke, every touching speech, every dance move and hair flick and silly teasing, dumb as they were. It was amazing to see the boys perform, to see their lives backstage, to get just a taste of what it was like to live the kind of life they knew. After the show you’d only gotten to see Harry a moment before he was whisked off for… well, you weren’t actually sure exactly what for, but it was something important anyway. You met back up with him for a while as everyone celebrated together, making toasts and shaking hands and giving tearful hugs. It was nice to see how close the entire crew was—it was more like a family than a crew, and you’d love getting to see that play out during your stay. Then there had been more important business, and Harry mentioned he had a few things he needed to do afterwards. So he’d instructed you to head back to the hotel room, and after a quick kiss, you’d obliged. It’d felt like forever when he finally shuffled in, shirt already halfway unbuttoned. You stood and smiled, glad to finally have him to yourself. He returned your grin and placed a kiss on your lips. “Wow,” he stated, a grin still in his eyes, though you could tell he was exhausted. “What?” you asked smiling back. “Crazy night.” “Right?” you said with a chuckle. “What took you so long?” you pretended to sass. “There were a lot of people to thank,” he half-laughed. You paused, then took a step back and squinted your eyes. “Did you… did you personally thank everyone remotely involved with this tour?” “Well, I mean… probably not EVERYONE..” he sheepishly mumbled, still giggling. “Oh my gosh Harry… why are you so nice,” you laughed, pressing your cheek to his chest in a hug. He held you tightly against his middle, long arms wrapping securely around you. His chuckles rose from somewhere very deep as he smiled down at you. “Soorryy..” he drawled, causing the both of you to erupt into more giggles. You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of it all or your exhaustion that made everything so giggle-worthy, but either way you rather liked it. And despite his obvious tiredness, Harry was way too wound-up mentally to sleep, so instead you curled up together in the big, fluffy bed, legs all tangled and bellies shuttering with giggles and playful kisses popping up randomly here and there as he told you all of his favorite memories from the tour.
