One Direction Preferences

He Stays With You

Harry: You watch as he mingles with everyone in your house. The ultimate party guest, he talked with everyone. This wasn’t your first house party with him in attendance, so you knew the atmosphere. Everyone would hoard him at the beginning of the night and then eventually realize how normal he actually was and go off to do their own things; but only of course after getting a picture with him. You were so thankful he humored your friends when he came to these things. He was such a great friend. You smile as he makes his way over to the armchair you were sitting in. “Hi,” he greets with a bright smile, before sitting down on your lap. He turns sideways in the chair, resting his legs over the arms to relieve some of his weight from your lap. “Enjoying yourself?” You ask, pushing some of the long curls from his face. He nods with a smile, his eyes falling shut in the process; the alcohol was wearing him out. “You two are so cute,” you hear off to the side. You look up to find one of your friends from college staring and smiling from the couch. “Thanks,” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes playfully. “What? You do,” she insists. You shake your head as you continue to focus on the guy falling asleep in your lap. “Hey,” you nudge him, bringing a moan from him. “Can’t fall asleep, yet,” you tell him, poking his nose. “Why not?” He asks, his eyes slowly opening again. “There they are,” you say with a smile. “What?” “Those green eyes, keep them open, okay?” He nods, turning away from you to watch the rest of the party from his new seat. The two of you stay in the chair until the house clears. You look at your phone to check the time, three in the morning, time for bed. “Alright sleepyhead, let’s go,” you say, rocking him awake after he had fallen asleep a half hour ago. He moans as you set his legs down on the floor, moving around him to help pull him up. “Can you get up the stairs, or do you want to just lay on the couch?” You question, leaving his place of sleep up to him. “Bed,” he says and you laugh. Of course he would want you to drag him up the stairs. “Alright, well I’m going to need you to help me, okay?” He nods and the two of you slowly make your way to your bedroom. Why did you ever get a house with stairs? What’s wrong with one story? These questions were ever present in your mind as you practically pull him up the twenty or so stairs. Once finally in the bedroom, out of breath, you walk him over to your bed. You pull his t-shirt off first. Having done this before you knew he would wake up in the middle of the night struggling to remove it anyways. Next came the jeans, the skin tight jeans. You slip his boots off, sitting them by the bed before starting at his feet and tugging the black denim off his legs. He wouldn’t want to wake up in your bed without pants; you weren’t sure why, but it’s just how he was. You go over to your dresser, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants he had left just for such cases as this. You head back down those dreadful stairs after fully preparing him to sleep until tomorrow. You get a bottle of water from the fridge and some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and return to the bedroom. You sit the water and pills on the bedside table before getting undressed, slipping on tank top and pajama pants, and sliding into the bed you would be sharing for the night.

Liam: “Can’t believe you live here,” he comments as you walk out onto the terrace, drinks in hand. Handing him his share, you sit down beside him and look out over Freshwater Beach. “And you just get to come and visit,” you tease with a smile. He was in town on holiday, Sydney always being one of his destinations when time off came around. He had asked to stay for a few nights, telling you he would get a hotel in the city after the two of you spent a few days catching up. You weren’t going to let him do that though, there was no sense in him getting a hotel when you had three more bedrooms in your house that he could stay in. Granted he never actually stayed in any of the guests bedrooms, your bed was “too perfect” not to sleep in apparently. You didn’t mind it though. You rarely got to see him. “So when are you coming back for tour?” You ask, turning from the ocean to look at him. “February.” Make a mental note of that on the calendar, he will be back, with friends, in February. “I could seriously just sit out here all day,” he says, closing his eyes and soaking up the Australian sun. “Well you can’t do that,” you counter and his eyes shoot open. “Why not?” “Because I called Dad and asked to borrow the yacht for the day.” His eyes light up. “Yes!” He shouts, impressed by your planning abilities. “Surely you didn’t think we were just going to sit at the house the entire time you were here, did you?” “I was hoping we weren’t,” he says with a hopeful smile. “He said it should be ready for us in an hour, they have to restock everything. He took his business friends out a few days ago, they apparently sold a ton of properties last month. It was a grand celebration,” you joke. “I love your dad,” Liam remarks and you laugh. “He loves you too, surprisingly. He hasn’t had a single bad thing to say about you and I being friends.” Liam gives a low fist pump and you shake your head. “That means I’m in, right? I mean he can adopt me and then I could live down here with you?” “I don’t think that’s how it works. You’re a little old to be up for adoption.” “If it means this life, I can be any age I have to be.” You laugh at his determination. It wasn’t like he couldn’t provide this life for himself. After finishing your drinks, the two of you head back inside and up to the bedroom to get changed. Liam steps out in the usual swimming trunks and a tank top while you opt for a one piece cut out with a sheer cover that reaches your knees, a spare bikini in your bag for later when tanning would become a must. Liam hops in the passenger side of your car as you sit your bag in the backseat before getting behind the wheel. You take the short drive down to the marina, parking and grabbing everything you would need for the afternoon before walking to the dock. Liam follows closely behind, eyeing the mass of boats surrounding him, in love with them all. He almost runs into the back of you when you stop on the dock. “Hi, Jesse,” you say to the guy standing at the bow of the boat finishing up the preparations for you and Liam. “Hey!” He calls out, walking back through the boat, disappearing only to resurface on the bridge connecting the yacht to the dock. “This isn’t the one we were on last time, is it?” Liam asks, as Jesse walks over. “No, Dad traded that one in and got a newer one.” “And bigger one,” Liam remarks. “And hotter one,” you add, nodding over at Jesse causing Liam to roll his eyes. “How are you?” Jesse greets, pulling you into a hug. “Wonderful, ready for a day out. Jesse this is Liam, Liam, this is Jesse. He takes care of the boat, and also drives it when Dad’s not around, or in most cases too busy.” They shake hands and Jesse leads the two of you onto the deck. “This is sick,” Liam comments as he takes a look around. “Guess you’ll be visiting more often?” You inquire with a smile. “Every chance I get.”