One Direction Preferences

Birthday Surprise

Birthday Surprise

Harry: You laid in your bed, watching the clock tick past midnight. Happy Birthday to me… happy birthday to me… you quietly hummed to yourself before rolling over in bed and sighing. You missed Harry. He was three months into a five month tour, and you didn’t think you could take it any longer. He promised to Skype you today, but it wasn’t the same, and the fact that he wasn’t going to be there on your birthday was even more depressing. You fell asleep, only to be awoken a few hours later by your best friend jumping on the bed. “Get up, [Y/N]! Get up! Happy Birthday! We have things to do!” You groaned and rolled over in bed, “No, no we don’t.” “Yes,” she pulled you out of bed, “We do. Stop moping about Harry.” “I’ll mop all I want!” You stuck your tongue out and got ready, begrudgingly following your friend to your favorite local cafe. As you two sat down, you perused the menu, debating over one combo platter or the other. “Can I take your order?” Your face shot up as you glanced up at that familiar voice as your eyes met your waiters’. “HARRY!” You bolted from your seat and shot into his arms. “Hey, [Y/N],” he chuckled, embracing you tightly, “Happy Birthday…” 

Liam: “Pleease…,” you were on the phone with your boyfriend, Liam, who was away on tour, “Go out tonight. Go to a club, a party, something. It’s so depressing that you’re home alone on your birthday,” he whined. “But, Li,” you smirked, “I don’t even care. You’re not here. I miss you. I don’t care about my birthday.” “[Y/N], I miss you, too. You’re making this even harder! Please, please go out.” “It makes no difference to you!” “Yes, it does. Go to the Funky Buddha. In like an hour. I’ll call and have them put you on the list.” “I’m supposed to go to the Funky Buddha, tonight, alone?” “Yes,” was all Liam said and hung up. You sighed, but got ready nonetheless and went to the club. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” You asked the bouncer, who nodded and let you in. You screamed in shock when you got inside, the entire place had been rented out, all covered in decorations. And, most of all, was Liam. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!” He yelled, running over to you and hugging you tightly. “Oh, Li,” you couldn’t help but tear up, “I’ve missed you so much.” “I know,” he kissed you, “It’s been killing me, too. Happy Birthday!” 

Niall: “You want me to do what?” You were in  your bed, on the phone with your boyfriend, Niall. He was away on tour, and it was getting to the point where it was really bothering you. You missed him, the lonely gap on his side of the bed, cold nights, an empty flat. You always nagged Niall about leaving beer bottles around, but you missed seeing them around the flat. “GO. OUT,” Niall laughed again, “It’s your damn birthday!” But you weren’t even thinking about that, your day dreams wandering. “I miss your beer bottles, Ni,” you whispered quietly. “What?” He asked, confused. “You leave beer bottles everywhere in the flat. And I nag, but it’s a constant sign of your presence. I miss it.” Niall chuckled, “Alright, I gotta go. Interview time. Love you.” “Love you, too.” You sniffled and hung up. Out of lack of anything else to do, you took a nap. A few hours later, you crawled into the kitchen, searching for take-out menus. “God damn-”, you barked as you nearly slipped on an empty beer bottle on the kitchen floor. You looked around. The kitchen was covered in empty beer bottles. “NI?!” You yelled and jumped around, only to see Niall laughing and coming in from the living room. “Happy Birthday, Princess. Wanna pint?” 

Zayn: “Happy Birthday, baby girl,” Zayn smiled over a Skype call. You sighed, “Not much of a birthday with you.” “Nonsense,” he scoffed, his voice grainy and terrifyingly far away, “You can still have a happy birthday!” “I can’t have a happy anything without you.” Zayn frowned, and then chuckly lowly, “You’re kind of a downer on your own birthday.” You shrugged, “Eh. It’s my birthday, I can cry if I want to…” Zayn perked up, “You’ve been crying!?” It was your turn to chuckle, “Zayn, I cry every night when I realize the bed’s empty. I cry when I realize I won’t see you for months. I cry when I come home from long days and you’re not there. And, yes, I cry when you’re not here on my birthday.” You were shocked to see Zayn end the Skype call. What? Did he really just hang up on you after you spilled all of that to him? “Hey,” his low voice filled your bedroom, you spun around and gasped, “You going to stop crying now?” You catapulted into his arms, tearing up, “No,” you sniffled. You met Zayn’s gaze, whose eyes were wet as well, “That’s okay,” he kissed you, “I’m gonna cry too,” he smiled. “Happy Birthday.” 

Louis: “I’m going to go out now,” you sighed on the phone to Louis, getting ready for a birthday bash that your friends were throwing for you. “I don’t even want to go,” you sighed. Louis laughed, “It’s probably good for you. Get out, stop moping.” “You know,” you quipped, “I’m sure it’s easier for you to miss me. You stay busy, going on tour, with the boys. I am stuck in this big empty flat, alone.” “Hey now,” Louis’ voice got rarely serious, “If you think for one second it’s easy for me to be away from you, you’re wrong.” You sighed, said your goodbyes, and hung up. A few hours later, you were out at some club with some girlfriends, drinking some drink you didn’t want, listening to some song you didn’t like. The DJ got on the loudspeaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a real treat for you, One Direction is in the building!” You screamed and your hand shot to your mouth, as all five of the boys walked into the club. “LOU!” You screamed, running and practically jumping into his arms. “Hi, love,” he whispered in your ear, hugging you tightly, “I couldn’t be away from you any longer. Happy Birthday.” 

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