One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: Saturday Mornings

Hey, guys. I know I haven't updated in a while, but I'm going to try and do more this weekend and next weekend. Something sad just kinda happened to me recently and I'm still trying to get over it, so thanks for all your support and stuff. Hope you enjoy this little preference I put together. :)

Niall: I opened my eyes, briefly noticing how the light struggled to shine through the curtains and into the room. I yawned, glancing at the clock and immediately sat up with a jolt. It was ten in the morning?! How could that even be? I distinctly remember setting my phone alarm for eight.

I ran my fingers through my hair just as Niall entered the room carrying a tray laden with different foods. I blinked, my mind registering that he wasn’t even in the room when I woke up. “What is this?” I asked, my voice hoarse from the ten hours of sleep I had gotten.

“I decided to make you breakfast,” Niall said, smiling lazily. “You’ve had a stressful week, so I shut off your alarm and stuff and canceled all my plans. We’re having a lazy day.” Niall looked up at me and smiled, his blue eyes shining as I gazed back at him.

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as he piled some eggs onto a fork. “You’re the best, you know that?” I mumbled.

“I know,” Niall agreed, laughing. “Now eat.”

Liam: Liam and I were one of those couples that were very active. We didn’t have to be exercising or anything, but we always liked to do stuff. We weren’t the kind of people that lazed around the house all day. When Liam and I first started dating, we thought it’d be a cool idea to have a tradition that we upheld together as a couple.

“(Y/N), ready to go?” Liam asked, tying his shoelace.

“Yeah, let me just go get my headband. How long are we jogging today?”

“To the park and back?” Liam suggested, and I nodded. The park was about two miles away. A four mile run sounded good to me.

“Try not to fall in the duck pond this time,” I laughed, nudging Liam playfully as I left the house, pulling my hair into a ponytail.

Liam groaned behind me. “It was one time, (Y/N)! I tripped! Let it go!” he complained, laughing.

“Make me!” I challenged, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Oh you’re on,” Liam accepted, chasing me down the street.

Zayn: Let’s face it: when Zayn and I both have a free Saturday together, we usually don’t wake up in time to see the morning. Both of us love our sleep, and will happily remain in bed until the early afternoon.

On those days where we wake up in the morning hours, Zayn and I usually just chill in our bed and watch movies.

What I love about Zayn is that we can talk about anything together, and conversations with him just flow; they don’t feel forced or uncomfortable at all. Sometimes, the two of us are so focused on our conversations that we ignore the entire movie.

“Do you imagine your future ever?” I randomly asked one morning as Zayn and I cuddled on the bed, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets playing softly on the television.

I felt Zayn shrug and turned to face him, where he was already glancing down at me. “Sometimes. Actually, I do a lot of the time actually. And it always involves you,” he said, shaking his head. “I see us living in a house and waking up in the mornings to our kids jumping on the bed. I see us growing old together and swinging on one of those porch swings while drinking coffee. I see us attempting to do puzzles together before giving up and just cuddling instead, like we do now. I see all of that, and someday I’m going to make all those dreams a reality.”

Harry: I woke up, glancing at the clock that read nine in the morning. I rubbed my eyes with my free hands, reaching over my head to grab my water bottle. I was inches away from grabbing it before my hand wouldn’t go any farther. I attempted to squirm in order to reach it, but I reach a pair of arms constrict around my waist.

“Harry,” I giggled tiredly. “Let go. I need my water.”

Harry mumbled in disagreement before loosening his hold so I could get water. I took a couple of sips before attempting to sit up in bed, much to Harry’s discontent.

“Love?” Harry groaned, cracking one eye open to look at me.

“C’mon, Harry! The sky is awake, so I’m awake!” I giggled, throwing my hands in the air before yawning.

“Stop quoting Frozen and cuddle with me for five more minutes,” Harry mumbled, opening up his arms. I gladly obliged, laying down so that I was consumed by Harry’s warmth, his arms protectively circled around me and my head buried into his chest. I sighed in content and found myself drifting back off to sleep in Harry’s embrace, just like every Saturday morning.

Louis: “(Y/N)! Wake up! Spongebob is on!” I heard Louis scream before something heavy landed on me. I groaned tiredly and pushed with all my might at the object lying on top of me, which I presumed to be Louis. My assumption was verified when I felt the person groan when they fell on the floor.

“(Y/N), stop being lazy and wake up!” Louis cried, deja vu starting to come to me. Every Saturday morning played out the same way: Me trying to sleep in and Louis begging me to come watch Saturday morning cartoons with him. Louis usually won, but I never went down without a fight.

“Fine. Carry me, Lou,” I gave in, holding my arms out to him while still keeping my eyes closed. I heard Louis sigh in mock exasperation before walking over to my side and picking me up, holding me bridal style. My blanket was still wrapped around me, and I tiredly fisted some of Louis’s shirt in my hands and snuggled my face into the crook of his neck. I had had a rough night at work last night, and I was still overly exhausted from it.

“You’re so cute, (Y/N),” I heard Louis mumble before kissing my forehead gently and setting me down on the couch so that I was lying with my head on his lap and his fingers were weaving through my hair. “I love you so much.”

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I hope you liked it! Sorry it was so short; it's like 1 AM here, but I felt so guilty about not updating. I'm going to do another one tomorrow and another special thing that you might need tissues for.

I repeat: I'm going to try and write something tomorrow that might make ya'll cry. Be prepared. (It's nothing bad, I promise.)

By the way, Happy Birthday to one of my bestest friends, Amanda. She's 17 today, guys. Wow; we're so old. aha

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