One Direction Preferences

#17 Hugs from him

Harry: ‘Harry Edward Styles.’ You smiled, leaning against the doorframe, seeing your boyfriend stand in front of you with his suitcase. Ready to come and live with you for the next three weeks, free from touring. Finally. ‘I missed you.’ You whispered softly, not able to keep your face straight for any longer. ‘God, I missed you.’ You repeated again, while walking up to him and eventually jumping in his arms. And his arms formed themselves around you, fitting perfectly, like they always did. His raspy, low voice sounded in your ear and it sounded so familiar, but still from such a long time ago. ‘I missed you too, baby girl… God I missed you too.’

Louis: ‘Good voice, Tommo. Good voice.’ You smirked while talking into the microphone so Louis would hear you in his headphones. And from the moment you pronounced your first word, he jumped up. And when his eyes met yours, his beautiful smile appeared and he couldn’t be out the recording room fast enough. ‘You sneaky little-…’. ‘Sneaky little what?’ You filled him in, curious about what he was going to say. And instead he just kissed you before he pulled you in for a hug. ‘You sneaky little amazing, I missed you.’ He whispered in your hair, when you felt his grip tighten even more.

Niall: ‘That crowd was sick!’ Niall cheered just when he came off the stage. And when his eyes fell on you, his smile even grew bigger. ‘I missed you up there. Sometimes I wish you could see what I see. You should join us some time.’ He said it like he meant it, but you shook your head firmly at his words. ‘Not going to happen, Horan. You do the perform stuff. I’ll do the girlfriend stuff.’ And that last bit made him burst in laughter when he pulled you in for a hug. ‘Girlfriend stuff. I like the way that sounds.’ He laughed in your hair, before he kissed your cheek. ‘I’m ready for it now… to be honest. Perform stuff is over, girlfriend stuff is the next and only thing on my list.’ And you felt his lips touch yours, and you were so happy to be the one kissing them.

Zayn: ‘How’s my missus doing today.’ You felt Zayn’s breath in your neck and your lips instantly curled up into a smile. Today was Zayn’s free day. So it was the best day. It was your best day. ‘Your missus is doing more than fine.’ You answered him while turning into his arms, looking forward on meeting his brown eyes. ‘Actually, your missus loves spending a day with her mister.’ You told him, your smile growing even bigger. And he was just doing the same thing, before he pulled you in for a hug. A hug with one or two kisses in your neck that told you, you never wanted him to go to work ever again, because days like this were the best days. And you wanted them to last forever.

Liam: ‘Look at me.’ He pleaded and it was remarkable how he could  make you look up instantly after saying those words, although you didn’t want to show him your tears. They were shining in your eyes. Ready to fall down. Ready to spill. And he looked at you with so much compassion, you wondered how you even deserved someone like him in your life. When your eyes met, he didn’t say a word. He let his actions speak. And he wrapped his arms around you, while you buried your face into his chest. And even though you still felt awful, he was making it better. He was making it better without saying a word.