Liam:Liam snorted to himself quietly as you smacked his hand. “You can’t keep breaking things, we haven’t even taken off.” You scolded quietly, cursing yourself for the laughter that was threatening to slip out of you. Liam smirked at you as he held the headphones he had just cracked in his hands, laughing at them helplessly. The tray he had taken down and then leaned on, his strength cracking it off the back of the chair in front of him, was sitting in his lap. “I am so overtired, holy shit.” Liam said, laughing harder and burying his head into your shoulder. “You would think you would be an excellent packer, but no.” You said, rolling your eyes. Liam had spent nearly all night downstairs in the living room, packing furiously for your two week vacation. He got maybe a half hour of sleep before the alarm was going off and you had to drag him to the airport. “Why did we want to take a 5 am flight anyways?” Liam grumbled, pulling the pillow that you had planned on using from your lap to place it on your shoulder and then set his head back down. “You said you wanted the real flying experience, Mr. private jet.” You said, patting his hooded head. Regular flight means incognito Liam, who has a black hoodie pulled over his head. “That was stupid of me. next time we’ll just take it.” He said, nodding his head as you shrugged and rolled your eyes.
Louis:“Where are you going?” You asked Louis as you saw him veer to the right of the exit to his house, continuing on the highway. He shrugged, “Dunno. Just driving.” He said, tapping the steering wheel. You narrowed your eyes at him before shaking your head and sitting back into your seat. After a while of silent driving other than Louis humming to himself, it became clear where he was heading. “Why are you going to the airport?” You questioned as he took the exit. “Dunno. Just driving.” He responded happily, grinning at you. “Lou..” You whined, pouting, wanting an answer out of him. “Well I figure since we are freezing our asses off here, we could go a place a little warmer. Or we could go someplace cold, I suppose. It’s all up to you.” He said, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to grin at you. You raise an eyebrow, craning your neck to glance in the back of the car, where sure enough two suitcases sat. “Don’t worry about anything, I’ve called and notified anyone that needed to be notified. Week and a half vacation wherever your heart desires. On me.” He said, stopping at a stoplight. “Louis, Christmas was two weeks ago. This is too much.” You said, shaking your head. “Nonsense. I want a vacation, and I am just dragging your lucky behind along. Look at it like that. Now, you’ve got to pick a place! I’m thinking Fiji. You have a nice swimsuit packed.” Louis said, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes. “I’m thinking Iceland. you look cute all bundled up like a marshmallow.” You teased, poking his arm. He rolled his eyes as he pulled into the airport, ready to go wherever you wanted.
Zayn:You were bouncing your leg up and down, eyes on Zayn. He was half asleep, hands barely bushing out of his long gray sweater, nodding tiredly at his security guard. He must've said something Zayn didn’t like because he was more awake suddenly, talking to him with stern eyes. He gestured over you and then back to himself, then at the security guard, and then pointed behind his back. You furrowed your eyebrows to figure out what was happening, but no such luck. Zayn came padding over eventually, reaching out for your hand as you stood up. “So, there are a lot of fans outside. Like a shocking amount considering as it is 3:30 in the morning. I am too tired to deal with looping through the entire airport to go out the underground and back exit. Security might be a little pissed off. But, just stay behind me, and keep your head down, okay?” You looked at him worriedly. You had been lucky, only having to do with large groups of fans a few times, and the other boys were around to completely distract from you and the other girlfriend. “Don’t worry, abbe. They are not going to do anything with me standing there. C’mon I got you.” He said tugging on your hand lightly. You buried your face into his back to inhale his scent for a moment before you went outside, and he stops suddenly, turning to you. “That was cute of you.” He says, laughing sleepily, kissing your cheek.
Niall:You rubbed your eyes a bit, wondering exactly why you did this. You click your phone to bring it to life, and check the time, Niall’s grin popping up on your lockscreen. Oh yeah, that's why. You usually just waited the extra two ish hours for him to get home after returning to the airport, but its been nearly two months and it’s the Holiday season, and you missed him like hell. So here you were at nearly five am, waiting from your boyfriend in the nearly empty airport. You were hanging with the rest of boys drivers that would take them to their respective homes, sending the one assigned to Niall away. You took a picture of the empty gate in front of you, sending it quickly to Niall. Your phone buzzed a minute later, Niall’s mouth wide open in surprise as you could only assume was Harry’s hand covering the rest of his face. ‘I’ll be waiting..’ You texted quickly, yawning. ‘Another 20 minutes or so.. xx’ He responded, adding a kiss face emoji. Your phone buzzed again, a text from Harry popping up. ‘Nearly wetting himself with excitement.’ He said, a photo of a happy Niall attached. You giggled, snapping a photo of your half asleep face, sending it back. ‘Same.’ As promised Niall appears about 25 minutes later, tossing his bags to the ground, and though it was cliche, come over and wrap you into a large embrace.
Harry:“That coat is going to drag you down. You’re gonna lose.” Harry taunted, looking at you from his crouched position. “Nonsense. I am going to win and be fashionable.” You said, waving the ends of his long coat at him, that you had tossed on after he set it down. You two had an 8 hour delay from your flight, and the airport was vacant save for you and a few other people. Probably because you two had just decided to wait through the night, rather than head home. “When you lose, don’t come crying to me. Remember losers buys the coffees.” You rolled your eyes at him, nodding, “Yeah, yeah. I know.” You said, jumping up and down a bit. You two were bored out of your minds, so races in your socks was what was happening. You two sometimes did this at home, but you never had this much space. “Alright. Ready, set go!” his deep, loud voice echoed off the walls as you both took off, the elderly couple sitting at the gate as well, laughing at the both of you. Just like clockwork, Harry slipped over his feet about midway through, letting you slide to the end easily. “Winner! For the hundredth time!” You said dancing around, a bit out of breath, Harry came jogging up to you, “I was gonna buy the coffees either way.” he said, arms wrapping around your waist. “Course you were….loser.” You said shouting in his face as he frowned, pulling you in for a kiss.
