one direction preferences / imagines

he leaves for tour

Harry: "I'm going to miss you so much," you say softly, holding his hands and looking up at his green green eyes. Paparazzi snaps away and fans scream, ruining what should be a sentimental moment. "Come on," Harry says, leading you away. "Where are we going?" you ask, following behind him. "Away from the cameras and shouting and stuff," he says simply. He pulls you towards the airport's bathroom. "Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Well, it's the only place with no cameras..." he says, watching a swarm of paparazzi following you both. "Fine," you sigh, pushing the door to the men's room and joining Harry inside. "Now, this isn't a proper good bye," he says. "But I'll be home soon. Plus, out there, I couldn't do this without getting tons of shit from management." He smiles and gives you a kiss, pressing you against the bathroom door. You kiss him back and run your fingers through his hair. "Now you'll get even more shit from management," you say, fixing your hair and lipstick. "The two of us leaving the airport bathroom together doesn't exactly scream innocent." He shrugs and kisses your nose. "Well, we got our one last moment before I have to go." he tells you.

Liam: You and Liam decided to say your good-byes at home. Away from the paparazzi, away from the fans. Just a sweet and private good bye. "I'm going to miss you so much," you mumble into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him. His suitcases are in his car, and he's got to leave to catch his flight. "I'll miss you, too," he says, his voice filled with sadness. "But I'll text, call, Skype, tweet...anything." you nod and wipe a tear from your eye, looking up at him. "I know you will," you say softly. "Come home safe, okay?" He nods, giving you one last kiss before he steps out the door. "I always will."

Niall: "I'm going to miss you this much," you say, holding out your hands far apart. "Yeah? I'm going to miss you THIS much," he replies, putting his hands further apart. "I'm going to miss you THIS much," you laugh, kissing his nose. "I'm going to miss you THIS much," he says, kissing your nose. "Come on you two love birds, the flight is boarding," Paul calls out, motioning for Niall to hurry up. Niall sighs and looks at you with a smile. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture of you. "Hey! What was that?" you ask curiously. "For my new phone background, so even when I'm not with you, you'll still be with me." You snap a picture of him on your own phone and give him one last kiss. "I like that. Now you're my background, too," you say happily. "NIALL! THE FLIGHT IS BOARDING, COME ON," Liam shouts. "Good bye, I love you, I'll be home soon!" Niall calls out, running, blowing you a kiss before he's gone.

Louis: "Don't worry your pretty little self, I'll be home soon," Louis says quietly, wrapping you in a hug. You nod. "I know, but that doesn't make being apart any easier," you sigh. "Here," Louis hands you a small box and smiles. You open it up and it's a small bracelet with 26 silver beads. "A bracelet?" you ask, smiling and sliding it on your wrist. "Yup! Every bead represents a day that I'll be away, twenty-six days," he explains. "And every day you take off one of the beads, and then when there are no beads left, I'll be back." You smile and give him a kiss. "That's absolutely adorable," you tell him. He smiles, proud of himself. "I know, actually, my mum helped me pick it out," he runs his hand through his hair and you laugh. "Well, it's amazing," you reply. His flight is announced and he grabs his carry-on. "See you in twenty six days," he says, his eyes filled with sadness. "Twenty six days," you reply, waving as he walks to his flight.

Zayn: "I don't want to leave you," Zayn says, his eyes filled with sadness. He's going on the tour for thirty days. Thirty days without seeing each other. Thirty days apart. "I don't want you to leave either, Zayn," you say softly. "But we'll call and text and I'm sure I can visit once or twice..." He gathers you in a hug and sighs. The paparazzi keep snapping photos, ruining the moment and you glare at them angrily. Zayn turns towards the paparazzi and his hands ball into fists. "LOOK. I know it's your job to snap pictures of me and the people I love and all that shit," he shouts. "But can I just have one, just ONE damn moment to say good bye to my girlfriend? I won't see her for a very long time, and this isn't exactly an ideal good bye, people snapping pictures and shouting." The paparazzi stare at him wide-eyed and some of them put their cameras down. "Thank you," Zayn mumbles, turning back to you. "My flight is in a few minutes," he tells you. "I've got to go." You nod and give him one last kiss. "I'll see you soon enough, all right?" He nods and picks up his bag. "I'll call you when I land," he replies.