One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He/You Comes Home Late and You're/He's Worried

Liam: It was nearly three in the morning, and Liam still wasn’t home yet. He had told me that he would be home around eleven, so I had decided to wait up for him. I was kind of regretting that choice now.

I wasn’t the kind of controlling girlfriend that gave her boyfriend a curfew or anything. What was bothering me was that Liam hadn’t even bothered to call me or shoot me a text to let me know he was safe. My leg has been bouncing up and down for two hours because I was so worried.

I sighed, wandering into the kitchen to make myself tea. Who knows how much longer I’ll be awake?

I was pouring tea into my cup when I heard the door gently open and close. I heard Liam in the hallway quietly setting his keys on the table and trying to take his shoes and jacket off without making too much noise. I sighed, reaching to grab him a cup and pour him tea.

“(Y/N)?” I heard Liam ask, surprised, and I slowly turned my head to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, bags under his eyes.

“Hey, Liam. Nice morning, isn’t it?” I spat, exhaustion overcoming my rational sense.

“I’m sorry, love,” Liam groaned, accepting the cup of tea I offered him and kissing me swiftly on the cheek. “The lads wanted to go out tonight, but I had to stay and finish up some album stuff with Management. And by the time they let me leave, Zayn was calling me to let me know that they were all drunk and to ask if I could pick them up. I couldn’t leave them there,” he insisted.

I nodded, understanding. “Why didn’t you call or something, Li? I’ve been worried sick,” I added, my voice cracking at the end from exhaustion and worry.

Liam frowned, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry, love. My phone died, and I was just kinda mainly focused on getting them all home so I could come home to you. I’m so sorry,” he apologized, but I didn’t care anymore.

I walked lazily into his arms and wrapped my arms loosely around his waist, resting my head gently on his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and stroked my hair with the other, kissing my forehead gently. “C’mon, let’s go to bed, (Y/N),” he whispered. “Thank you for waiting for me. I love you.”

Harry: I yawned for about the hundredth time tonight, glancing at the wall clock that read one in the morning. Harry had called three hours ago and said that he was going to be running a little late from rehearsal, so I had decided to wait up for him so that he wouldn’t feel like he was coming home to an empty house. But I had no idea that I was going to be waiting this late.

I had already had a stressful day today. Work hadn’t gone so well; it seemed like I had gotten every rude customer that walked into the shop. My brain was fried, but I couldn’t fall asleep knowing that Harry was still out in the middle of the night. So, I took to pacing. I paced rapidly around the living room, biting my fingernails and twirling my hair while waiting for my boyfriend to walk through the front door so that we could cuddle and go to bed.

Half an hour later, my dreams came true when I heard the lock on the front door turn, and then the door was opened, revealing a tired-looking Harry who looked a little startled to see me still awake. “(Y/N)? What are you still doing up?” he asked, closing the door behind him and walking into the living room.