One Direction Preferences

#75: He Comes Home Late

Louis:

The heaviness of your quilted sheets are abruptly lifted in two seconds. Just as fast as the cold touches you, it's replaced by the warmth of a boy's body. You panic for a second, wondering who has gotten in bed with you. Then you relax as your boyfriend's strong arms snake around your waist and rest on your belly button. "Louis, you're back?" you croak, shifting so he can spoon you comfortably. His breath rests on the back of your neck. He moves your hair to the side to press a loving kiss to the back of your head. "Louis' home from tour, Y/N," he replies, tiredness laced in his voice, "and he loves you so much. Get some rest, babe."

Niall:

He's sitting across from you on the couch, sober and probably hungover after the previous argument "You want to talk," you say, starting off the conversation. You press your lips in a straight line, obligating Niall to talk first. He parted his mouth and made sure to give you eye contact as he spoke. "I didn't go cheatin' on ya last night. Those lipstick prints you saw before? Body paint to go alone with the party's theme." You stay quiet, not really believing him. He pauses to cross his legs and lean forward. "Baby, you gotta trust me. If we ain't got trust, it won't work." The realization had you tearing up. Niall comes over to cradle you in his arms. "Don't give up on us, please," he whispers. You nod, kissing Niall's trembling pink mouth.

Liam:

At two in the morning, the front door closes gently. He either didn't want to wake you up or he knew you're waiting up on him, and he thinks he'll be able to sneak pass you. But you strategically place yourself in Liam's path. You're the first thing he notices through his drunken haze. "Y/N," he hiccuped. "Why ya up? It too early for wakin' up." You can barely understand his slurs, so you ignore them. You stand up and Liam backs up, thinking you're going to hit him. Instead, you hug what you can reach and bury your face in his chest. "I'm so glad you're safe," you whisper. Liam hesitates before hugging you back and replying, "I'm glad you're safe."

Zayn:

It's very clear that you're shivering. The thin sheets did nothing to keep you warm at all. The clothes you wear are also as thin as the blanket. Zayn couldn't help but think he'll be your superhero, coming to your rescue and warm you up. He makes sure to wear cotton pajamas, put on fuzzy socks, and climb in bed with you. Hands reach up to cup your thighs and draw your legs to circle his waist. He leans down, partially straddling you. The shivers stop and your eyes pop open. "Zayn, you're...heavy," you say sleepily. The moonlight gives away the twinkle in his eyes and the small smile. "Hello to you too, beautiful."

Harry:

He hates coming home late, but he'd rather that than not coming home at all. As soon as he's fully naked and ready for bed, he crawls into bed from the end. Your legs are spread out, taking up all the space while you lay on your stomach. His cold fingers brush your feet, calves, thighs, and bum, before resting on your lower back, sending shivers all over. "Baby, you're cold," Harry comments, nestling his face as close as he can to yours. He lies on his stomach just so he can feel even more of you. "You're the cause," you mumble, half-awake. He chuckles, bemused by you. "Then let's get warm," he says, kissing all over your face and touching you in intimate places. "I can make you hot, (Y/N)."