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One Direction Preferences and Imaginesss

He Finds You Sleeping On His Side Of The Bed

Liam: The small and sweet measure was enough to cause my heart to swell.
Liam’s POV:
A huge sigh left my mouth as I pushed the familiar front door to my flat open. My luggage was heavy as I dropped them in the middle of the hallway, hoping to never see those things again. They were just reminders that I was a long way from home.
Peeling off my jacket, I tossed it on the top of the pile and stepped out my trainers before making my way through the flat. Lights had been left on throughout the house, obviously Y/N’s doing - it was a habit of hers that drove me insane, but it was definitely something I had missed.
I was supposed to be home a good three hours ago, but with traffic and delays - I found myself sitting in the car, wanting nothing more than to be sleeping between the sheets of my bed.
After turning off all of the lights and slowly creeping down the hallway into the bedroom, a sense of warmth filled my soul as I took in Y/N’s sleeping figure.
Watching her peacefully sleeping solidified that I was finally done with this eight month tour and finally had time to be with Y/N and not worry about anything else.

I found myself staring at her sleeping figure for a moment too long - my mind was either really tired or my memory was shot, but it took me longer than it should have to realize that the side of the bed Y/N was cuddled up to was in fact, my side of the bed.
The small and sweet measure was enough to cause my heart to swell. There was no doubt in the mind that this was a normal sleeping habit for Y/N while I was gone.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I slowly crawled on top of her and began showering her face with kisses, causing her to stir in her sleep.
“It’s about time you got home, loser.” She teased, her voice thick with sleep. Her eyes slowly opened, a huge grin on her face as she shook her head at me.
“Traffic was a hassle, but now I am here so be ready to get tired of me hanging around.” I mumbled against her forehead before bringing my lips down to connect with hers for the first time in months.
“I am happy you are home.” Y/N mumbled against my lips as her arms snaked around my neck to bring me closer.
“You are sleeping on my side of the bed.” I spoke, breaking the kiss as our foreheads rested against each other.
Even with a messy head of hair and the fact that I just woke her up, there was such a glow about her - a glow that I had missed each and every day.
I watched in the darkness as she embarrassingly looked away from me, my observation clearly making her uncomfortable.
“It’s a habit I got into when you left. The first few weeks you were gone, this side of the bed smelled like you and I would gravitate towards it. I know, it’s stupid.” She fumbled with her words as I instantly brought her lips back to mine, letting her know nothing about this was foolish.
“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N, you know that.” Rolling over to the other side of the bed, I brought Y/N close to me as she snuggled her face into my neck, her hot breath hitting my skin.
“Well, now with you home, I won’t have to snuggle up to your side of the bed.” My arm was wrapped around her tightly, the feeling of her next to me causing my mind and body to relax. I was home, finally.
“The only thing you are going to have to snuggle up to is me.” I mumbled in the darkness of our bedroom. I could feel her lips form into a smile against my neck as the words left my mouth, causing a sigh of relief to leave her body.
“Good.”
Harry: “That’s my side, babe.”
Y/N’s POV:
Normally when you imagined surprising your boyfriend on tour, it was something happy and romantic. Harry would walk into the hotel room completely unaware of your presence and flash his ‘kid in a candy shop’ smile we all know and love as his eyes landed on you.
Instead, you found yourself waiting around the empty hotel room for what seemed like hours. Paul had told you the boys’ schedule, but because of some mix up, Harry’s return to his hotel room after the show was delayed.
You tried to keep yourself occupied - scrolling through your Twitter feed, reblogging pointless text posts and images on Tumblr and even texting the other guys to see when Harry would return to the hotel room and you could finally be reunited with your boyfriend.
However, the endless waiting around and the tiredness from the long flight eventually caused you to pass out on the hotel bed without another thought.
You were awoken by the feeling of the bed shifting, a pair of mesmerizing eyes staring back at you and a very familiar grin greeting you as you woke from your slumber.
“It’s about fucking time, Haz.” You mumbled before rolling into him, your hands on his chest as you both rested on your sides. His hair was a lot longer than from when you last saw him, the purple circles under his eyes from the long tour days darker than you like to see.
“I know, I’m sorry - you know how things can get.” His lips landed on yours, briefly yet deeply, causing your entire body to tingle as you snuggled up to him more.
“At least I got in a good nap.” You spoke, taking in Harry’s scent as he shifted positions on the bed.
“And Niall didn’t spoil the surprise again, like he always does.” He rolled his eyes at the memory of last time you tried to surprise him on tour and Niall spilled up and told the whole plan to him.
“Yeah, well Niall sucks, but at least I have you all to myself now.” The hotel room was dim, letting you know that night had fallen.
Your hands interlocked on the bed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you again. He looked exhausted from the day, his eyes having trouble staying open.
“You tired still?” He spoke, asking the question more of his behalf than yours. Nodding your head, you shifted in the bed to get under the covers before Harry’s chuckle stopped you.
“That’s my side, babe.” It was such a trivial thing with Harry, but he always had a particular side of the bed he liked to sleep on - it was the same way at home. The left side was his side - it was always the closest to the door. It was the protector inside of him that always picked that side.
You laughed to yourself before crawling over Harry to the other side of the bed as he stripped down to his boxers and got underneath the covers.
“I just I am just used to-” you stopped mid-sentence, biting your lip to stop the embarrassing confession from escaping your mouth. But Harry was sharp and caught on immediately.
“You still sleeping on my side of the bed, babe?” His hand snacked around your waist and brought you closer, kissing the top of your head. The room was dark enough so he couldn’t see your face turn pink.
Harry knew of your habit - whenever he was gone, you slept on his side of the bed because it made you feel more at ease and helped you forget the fact that he was worlds away from you.
The habit, however, never sat well with Harry. He felt terrible that he wasn’t always with you all of the time - it was his job to hold you at night.
"I still sleep on your side of the bed." You sighed before breathing in Harry’s scent one more time and resting your hand on his chest as a way to remind yourself that what you were feeling next to you was, in fact, the love of your life and not just the clump of sheets you had sadly gotten used to holding every night.
Zayn: “It’s okay, you are here now. That’s all that matters.”
Zayn’s POV:
Frantically driving through the rain, I had wanted to be home a lot earlier tonight. Y/N hated thunderstorms and I was cringing at just the thought of her cuddled up in the corner shaking to death.
“Come on.” I began shouting profanities at the driver in front of me who clearly didn’t know what the fucking speed limit was.
Glancing at my watch, I shook my head at myself - I wasn’t supposed to stay this late at the studio, but the time got away from the lads and I. I told Y/N I would be home almost two hours ago - she was going to fucking kill me.
“Y/N?” I shouted as I walked through the front door of our flat, setting down my stuff by the door as another crack of thunder boomed through the sky.
The house was dark and as I went to flick on the living room light, it became clear to me fast that the power to our flat was out.
Fucking perfect.
Stripping off my rain soaked jacket, I kicked off my muddy boots and quickly ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Sure enough, Y/N was curled up on the bed, hiding underneath the covers.
“Don’t laugh at me.” She whispered quietly, her entire body jolting when another boom of thunder came from the sky.
I stripped down to my boxers, my wet clothes doing nothing for me anymore as I crawled onto the bed, dipping underneath the covers to where Y/N laid.
“Why would I laugh at you?” I spoke lightly, bringing her shaking frame against my chest. I felt her body relax slightly into me as I pecked kisses down the back of her neck.
“Because I am a grown woman who is scared of a stupid sto-” she stopped mid sentence as thunder continued to angrily fill the sky. Turning her body around, she buried her face into my bare chest, her breathing heavy.
“That’s not something to laugh at, Y/N. I should have been home earlier like I promise. We just got caught up and I didn’t think the storm would be this bad.”
Rubbing my hands up and down her arms, I tried to warm her cold skin. The lack of electricity and heat pumping through the flat was starting to take its toll.
“You’re freezing.” I murmured against her lips, doing whatever I could to calm her down and keep her mind off of the violent storm outside.
Kissing her slowly over her face, my hands continued to warm her body and keep her as warm as I could.
“How do you handle these storms when I am gone, love?” The thought had crossed my mind a few times - whenever there would be a storm while I was on the road, I couldn’t help but worry about Y/N. She, of course, would lie and say that she was fine, but I always knew better. I was in denial.
“I just basically do this to be honest and wait for it to pass.” She whispered softly to me as I ran my hand down her hair slowly.
Taking in her position, she was huddled up underneath the covers with pillows all around and I couldn’t help, but notice that she was placed on my side of the bed.
“Do you stay on my side of the bed?” I asked, the observation settling oddly with me. She shifted slightly before her eyes flickered up to meet mine.
“The sheets smell like you, it calms me down.” Y/N mumbled so lightly that I barely heard it over the constant pounding of the rain against the window.
Kissing her forehead, I nodded my head in understanding as I wrapped my arms around her and brought her in close - hoping the storm would pass soon.
“Want to try and get some sleep, yeah?” I asked her, knowing that she wasn’t going to fully calm down under the clouds parted and the crystal clear sky emerged throughout the city.
Shifting in position, her back rested against my chest as I returned to kissing her bare neck - an action she always loved.
“I am sorry I can’t always be here when there are nights like this.” There was pain in my voice as I pictured Y/N all alone and shaking at night while I was across the world, completely helpless.
“It’s okay, you are here now. That’s all that matters.”
Louis:“I guess we are both pretty weird, Tommo.”
Louis’s POV:
It was the perfect sight. After a seven hour flight and less than six hours of sleep, all I wanted to do was see Y/N and crawl into bed with her. After tossing my suitcase into the living room, I retired to the bedroom as the morning light began to seep through the curtains.
Y/N was laying there in a mess of blankets, sound asleep. Her hair was sprawled out and messy, just the way I liked it. I peeled off my shoes and jacket before gently crawling into bed, bringing her warm body into mine instantly.
“Thank you for keeping my side of the bed warm.” I joked as her eyes fluttered open and she let out a squeal before attacking me with her lips.
“What are you doing here?” She kissed me passionately as my hands roamed her body underneath the ratty old shirt of mine she was wearing.
“I just had to surprise my girl.” Burying my face into her neck, Y/N’s laugh filled my ears causing a smile to form on my face. It had been nearly two months since I had been home and seen Y/N and the four day break from tour allowed me to take a flight back to spend a couple of days with her.
It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the two of us, our morning nap lasting well into the late afternoon. I woke up when I could feel Y/N pecking my lips, something she always does to wake me.
“I think the bed was more comfortable without you in it.” She jabbed at me, the joke causing me to wake right up. Pulling her into me, I began pecking her face with my lips.
“Ha-ha-ha, good one. Good to know you prefer my side of the bed than your own.” Rolling her eyes, she smacked my chest, her face turning pink in embarrassment.
“Don’t make fun of me for sleeping on your side of the bed.” Resting her head between my neck and shoulder, I felt her exhale slowly as my hand rubbed up and down her back. I could feel her tense at my comment and I instantly regretted it.
It wasn’t a habit she was proud of and she didn’t like to shed light on it even though I knew it was something she did every night that I was away.
“Hey, you know I don’t mean that. I just-”
“I know. It’s just the habit I have while you are gone. It’s pretty damn childish.” She mumbled quietly, pulling the blankets closer to her body.
“It’s not childish, Y/N. It’s-you know what? Hold that thought.” I broke away from Y/N for a moment and sprung from the bed, quickly leaving her momentarily in the bed while I unzipped my suitcase. Returning a moment later, I held up an article of clothing I knew she would remember.
“Why do you have that ratty old thing? It’s from like my first year at uni.” Y/N spoke, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“I always take it with me on tour and I sleep with it.” I could feel my face turn red as a smile broke on Y/N’s face. The guys always teased me on tour and Y/N had no idea of this habit I had developed myself. I couldn’t bring home to me, but I could bring little pieces of it with me. And Y/N was my home.
She motioned for me to join her and I did so without any hesitation. Returning to our normal position, chest to chest and buried under the covers, she laughed at me slightly.
“I guess we are both pretty weird, Tommo.”
Niall: “I didn’t think you were going to come back this time.”
Y/N’s POV:
Two days couldn’t go by any slower. Laying underneath all of the sheets, you replayed the moment over and over again. It was making you more sad every minute, but you couldn’t help but dwell on it all. The fighting, the shouting, the crying. The lies, insults and hurtful words.
It was over. Niall had slammed the front door to your flat two days ago and not a single footstep had been heard since.
You had barely moved in the past 48 hours - you had barely eaten, you hadn’t showered and you spent most of the two days cuddled up to Niall’s side of the bed. It smelled like him and sometimes, you would close your eyes and picture that he was still there.
It was something you did often. When you were sad or missing him, you laid on his side of the bed and imagined that he was still around. It was sad and pathetic, but it was what helped you through the long strings of days when he would be halfway around the world performing in front of stadiums of screaming girls.
When you felt the weight shift on the bed, you felt sick to your stomach as Niall’s presence became known. You had been so caught up in your head and thoughts that you barely heard him come in.
“Y/N.” His voice was raspy and low, thick with sadness. His hand grazed your back that was facing him and you immediately flinched away from his touch, tears silently spilling from your eyes.
“Talk to me please.” You couldn’t even think of words to say to him as he slowly inched forward, wrapping his arms around you with hesitancy. You could feel your body slowly breaking into sobs despite your attempt to keep them in.
“I am sorry for things I said, Y/N. You know I didn’t mean them. I have just been under a lot of stress lately.” He mumbled against your hair, trying to soothe you with his words.
The fight was so trivial - over stupid rumors that you knew weren’t true, but you had to ask anyway which only resulted in a big blowout with your boyfriend.
“I hate seeing you like this.” Turning around to face him, you buried your face into his chest and continued to cry. You knew that no matter what, you couldn’t stay mad at him.
Niall knew that you always resorted to his side of the bed when you were sad and seeing you there now broke his fucking heart in two.
“I didn’t think you were going to come back this time.” You mumbled to him, grabbing onto his shirt for dear life.
Your relationship was dysfunctional and you fought a lot, but this was the first time Niall had actually walked out on you.
“I will always come back to you, Y/N.” He kissed the top of your head over and over again and tried to shower you with as much love as he could muster up without completely coming undone himself.
Hiding underneath the covers, the two of you laid with each other for hours as you talked through the problems you were having and all of the nasty things that were said to each other.
“I don’t want to fight like that ever again, Niall. Okay?” You told him with force, not knowing if you could bare the pain of another fight like this one.
“Never again, Y/N. I promise.”

Notes

Comments

Boy: Zayn
Name: Lauren
Age: 19
Type of imagine: cute
Plot: he gets jealous with me and harry

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Fav. Boy is Zayn
Drama,Sweet,Romance(not dirty),cute.

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2/20/15

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