One Direction Preferences

#49 - I'm in love with you

Niall: Just one night of good sleep was all you wanted. Just one night where you didn't wake up at 5 am and cease to fall back asleep. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so, as you found yourself twisting up in blankets at 4:51 am, desperately trying to fall asleep. A groaning Niall awakens next to you. You must have woken him up with your groans and tossing around.
He groggily looks at you. "Y/N? Why are you up?"
"I don't know, Niall. I just can't stay asleep." You sigh.
"Well," he whispers, stretching. "C'mere, then." You scoot over to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as you could get to him.
"Let's talk till you can sleep, ok?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.
"Okay." You play with his hair, and listen to his heart in his chest.
Many little talks and sweet nothings later, you're nearly asleep. Niall speaks up quietly to tell you one last thing. "Y/N, I'm in love with you."
Your last words uttered before you fell asleep were, "I'm in love with you too."

Harry: You stormed into your home, craving nothing but your bed. You were angry, tired, sad, every negative emotion under the sun. You kicked your shoes off as soon as you entered, and stomped to your bed when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, something quite large and colorful. Turning to look at the strange object, your breath is caught in your throat.
A large bouquet of flowers sits on your kitchen table, assorted in an attractive fashion. You see a piece of white standing out by a daffodil, and touch it to discover its thick paper. You discover that it is a folded up piece, attached to the flower with tape. Detaching it, you anxiously unfolded it and saw a long letter and you instantly recognized the handwriting of your boyfriend, Harry.
It read, "Dear, Y/N, I have been thinking a lot recently about many things. Primarily you, though. I miss the feeling of falling asleep next to you, and waking up to your bed head bright and early. And in seven months, nineteen days, and four hours, I will finally be able to see you again. (yes, I've been counting. But the time this arrived to you it will probably be seven months, seventeen days, four hours.) Anyway, I've came to the realization that there's no point in trying to get you out of my mind because I am completely and utterly in love with you, and there is no denying that. I hope you like these flowers that are as lovely as you are. Have an amazing day, beautiful. Xo, Harry."
Tears threatened to pour as you quickly dialed his phone number. He didn't answer, and your heart sunk when you reached his voicemail.
Stupid time zones, you thought.
After the beep you said. "Harry, I got the flowers and they are so perfect, thanks for that. Also, I'm in love with you and am looking forward to seeing you in seven months. You're sleeping right now because time zones suck but... When you wake up you can hear my voice and hopefully it'll feel like I'm there. I love you, goodnight. Er, good morning." You giggled, hanging up.

Louis: Another day and you're just on schedule. You see, you were in a cycle; wake up, miss Louis, get dressed, miss Louis, go to work, miss Louis, come home, miss Louis, go to bed, miss Louis and repeat. It was not a friendly cycle.
You changed into your pajamas and though about none other than Louis. You glanced at your phone, seeing a text from him. You pounced on it, unlocking it and reading it. All it said was: "I am in love with you."
You thought it was quite random but you smiled, chewing your bottom lip. Your finger hovered over the keyboard. Your began typing. "I'm am so in love with you too."
He instantly called you. "Hello?" You answer.
"Hey. I miss you." He says, in a hushed tone.
"I miss you too. It's hard falling asleep without you." You breath, feeling your heart rate quicken. A stir of voices is heard on the other end and you wait patiently for Louis to reply. "Babe, I'm sorry, I have to go. It's time for another rehearsal. I love you, goodbye." He hangs up before you can answer. You set your phone down, and think about the two more months until you will finally be reunited with your love.

Liam: Screams surrounded you as you jumped to the beat of the song. You were sitting front row at your boyfriend's concert. Fans gathered around you and you made small talk with them when the boys switched songs. 'Best Song Ever' came to an end and the boys skipped of stage for a break. You sat in your seat, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You go to text Liam, typing; 'You did GREAT!! I'm so happy, and I've made friends with some of your fans. xx' You pressed send and waited patiently for a reply. Seconds later your phone vibrates and you clutch your fingers around it, unlocking it. The text from Li reads, 'If you liked that one, you're going to love the next one. :)'
You stared at your phone, confused when the boys came trotting back out and Liam locked eyes with you as he introduces the next song.
"This one is dedicated to my amazing girlfriend who is sitting in the crowd right now. Get up here!" Liam chirps into the mic, and you blush as fans clear the way, letting you hop onstage. "This one is Little Things." The crows screams and Liam takes your hand. You listen to the harmonies of the band when Liam sings to you, "I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth." He takes your hand in his. "It's you they add up to, I'm in love with you, and all your little things."
When the song came to an end, you hopped on Liam and peppered kisses all over his face as the audience hollered and awwed.

Zayn: "GET OUT OF MY FACE, ZAYN!" You shout at your ignorant boyfriend, pushing him out of your personal space. You two were currently fighting, about something you couldn't even remember. All you thought about as your boyfriend argued is how much you wanted to get out of the room.
"Zayn," you breathed once the screaming had settled down. "I'm leaving." Without waiting a second, you gripped your purse and started at the door.
Zayn grabbed your arm as you turned around, and you struggled to get out of his grip but you failed.
"Y/N, I'm in love with you and the last thing I do is want you to leave. Please stay, I know I messed up. It will never happen again. Give me time to make up for what I did."
Of course, his words persuaded you and you set your purse down.
"Fine. I'll stay." You held back a smile as he scooped you up in his arms. "You won't regret it, love." He whispered.