Harry:
Last night I had the kind of dream that you just don’t wanna wake up from
and that’s ‘cause you were in it
He could see you. No. This wasn’t possible, he wasn’t suppose to see you for another week. Or was it two weeks? He can’t remember. Harry reaches out to touch your face. His hand just barely reaches you and he finds he can’t come closer.
It’s just another dream, he tells himself, his mind is playing a cruel trick on him. You weren’t actually next to him in his hotel room. You couldn’t be. You were at home at this time, probably spraying that perfume he loved so much and getting prepared for work.
Harry didn’t care. This is the closest he’s been with you in weeks. He feels as though he might have begun to forget your face if not for his realistic dreams of you. Even if it’s just a dream, he’ll call you in the morning telling you all about it which will probably result in him whimpering about how much he misses you into your voicemail.
Then you’ll listen to it and call him back, but it’ll be right before he has to go on stage and the conversation has to be cut short much to his disappointment. Harry goes to sleep that night, hoping he’ll have the same dream yet again, even though he knows it will only intense his longing feelings for you.
Liam:
I’ve been gone forever,
I’m coming home tonight
We’ll be back together this plane gon’ fly
"Babe, the plane is delayed," he says regretfully. "They said it’ll be a few hours late, but I promise I’ll be home by tonight." He’s quick to trying to diminish any second thoughts in your head of him not coming home tonight. He looks out the large airport windows, hoping the snow will let up soon, but the odds don’t look to his favor.
"Liam, I saw the weather reports. I don’t think you’re coming home tonight," you admit. You knew it’d be a long shot that he came home on time. He’s starting to lose hope too, watching the heavy flakes continue building up on the tarmac.
"Stop, don’t say that," he insists. Although he himself knows it isn’t likely he’ll be home tonight, Liam is determined to make better of the situation. "I’ll find another way home. I’m not missing our anniversary, not again."
You smile sadly to yourself even though he can’t see it.
"It’s fine, Liam. Really, it is. I just-" Liam can’t hear the rest of your sentence because he’s being tugged out of the airport.
"We’re getting you on the private plane now. The snow should let up in a few hours and we’re flying as soon as we get the okay," his management is quickly rushing out to him. Liam smiles wide and lifts the phone back to his ear.
"I’m coming home, baby."
Niall:
So I’m packing up my bags hopping on this red eye
I’ll be there before your eyes even open
He had it all planned out.
Niall got the rest of the boys in on the plan and booked the flight a week in advanced. He knows how much the distance has been troubling your relationship, especially on you.
As he boards the plane, he checks his phone to see the estimate time of the flight from L.A to London. Niall has checked the time multiple times he’s almost memorized it, but he still wants to check it again. Everything is timed perfectly. He’s already calculated the time for everything.
By now the flower delivery has arrived at the flat and you’ve already let him know how surprised you were at his gift. Niall doesn’t really do surprises and isn’t the best at keeping secrets from you. He’s not random and keeps everything simple just like he is. So when he does something spontaneous, you’re very shocked.
This time, he’s kept everything on the low key. Surprising you coming home early from tour will be his best surprise for you. Niall was going to sneak back into your flat before you wake up and prepare breakfast for both of you.
He giggles at how great he’s planned it out this time and just thinking about your reaction puts a smile on Niall’s face.
Louis:
I hear you running down the stairs now
Tears running down your face
The smile on his face doesn’t falter as he gets out of the car. He’s been giddy ever since he got on the plane to go home. Louis has been waiting for this break for so long. Just the thought of seeing you again makes him beam.
He doesn’t even have to knock on the door. Louis saw the curtains move in the upstairs window where your bedroom is located. He could practically hear your footsteps rushing down the stairs which make his heart beat faster.
The door swings open before Louis can even get halfway up the steps. Next thing he knows he’s looking into your watery eyes as you tackle him backwards into the front lawn.
"Hi," Louis whispers, holding on to you for dear life. He’s trying to remember everything about you all at once; your hair, your face, your body, your scent, everything. He couldn’t get enough. "Baby, stop crying. I’m home now, see?"
You can’t stop though. You haven’t seen him in over six months and it was killing you. This moment is what made it all worth it. Being wrapped up in Louis’ grip and having him coo soft words into your ear of his return is all you could ask for.
Zayn:
Now that I’m here I’m never leaving your side
I told you I was coming
Sorry it took so long
Zayn knocks on the door, seeing that it’s locked and he couldn’t find his key. He knows you’re inside and how mad you are. You’ve ignored Zayn for a week for breaking yet another promise, making him even more desperate to see you.
"(Y/N)! Open up!" he calls, pounding his fist on the door to your flat. His bags lay at his feet with the flowers he bought for you on top of them.
You stand on the other side of the door, watching him through the peep-hole as he nervously bites his lip. Oh, how you’ve missed those lips. You aren’t sure how long you can keep up being mad at him.
"I’m here now, aren’t I?" he asks, smiling shyly at you. You want to be mad at him for being late for making you wait an extra week to see him. However, seeing him in front of your with his bags at his feet, knowing this time he was staying, and those big puppy eyes, you can’t stay mad at him.
