One Direction Preferences

#1 He carries you to bed (his pov)

Harry: I was staring at the road in front of me, remembering the fight of ten minutes ago. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, not wanting to be the first one to say something. And on the other hand I felt miserable and I just wanted to say that I love her. And I wanted to hear those words from her as well. I couldn’t help but move my eyes a little bit to the passenger seat to see what she was doing, and to my surprise, she was sleeping. Only a moment ago we were both so angry and pissed at each other, and now she sat there, so peacefully and I couldn’t even remember what our fight was about. God, she’s beautiful. It was only a matter of time before I pulled into our driveway and stopped the car. I got out and moved myself to the door of the passenger seat and opened it. Carefully I pulled her into my arms. My heart broke seeing some tearstains on her cheek. I hated seeing her cry and I hated it even more when I caused it. I pulled her close to my chest, closed the door from the car softly and carried her through the front door, right to the bedroom. She moved a little bit, but never opened her eyes. She was exhausted, I could tell. When I laid her on the bed, she groaned. ‘I’m sorry baby. I’m going to take off your jacket and your shoes. Then you can sleep.’ I said softly into her ear. She let me undress her. When I pulled the sheets over her and tugged her in she whispered something so soft, I almost didn’t hear it. ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’. Her voice was so sleepy, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was already out when I responded. ‘You don’t need to be sorry, love. I love you too. You’re beautiful.’ I said, kissing her forehead.

Louis: I came home late from the studio and when I opened the door I saw Y/N sleeping on the couch. She probably waited for me and couldn’t stay awake. Most people would be frustrated, coming home and seeing their partner asleep. You can’t really tell anything about your day at all. I didn’t mind. Secretly I loved coming home to her sleeping. Not that I didn’t like it when she was awake. There was just something about the way she slept that made my heart race. She looks so peacefully and vulnerable but perfectly happy. I took off my coat and kneeled beside the couch as silent as possible. I just sat there, watching her breathe. I loved watching her breath. I loved watching her sleep here, in our house. Because that meant she was safe. She was safe with me. I could protect her from anything right now. After minutes of sitting there, I decided it would probably be good to move her. Besides, I want her next to me in bed. I want her to lay in my arms. I stroke my hand over her hair, what made her wake up softly. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. ‘You’re home…’ Her voice was soft and sleepy. I nodded and kissed her lips softly. ‘I’m going to get you to bed baby.’ I whispered. She smiled and closed her eyes again, nodding. I cradled her in my arms and carried her up the stairs, into our bedroom. I laid her down and she surprised me when she grabbed my hand. ‘Come lay with me.’ She whispered, her eyes still closed. ‘Of course baby. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.’ I answered, pulling out my jeans and t-shirt. I crawled into bed and pulled her into my arms. ‘Me too…’ She breathed out.

Niall: I was making some soup for Y/N. She had been sick for about three days now. Today was the first day she felt a bit better, but it still wasn’t good again. I never thought having a sick girlfriend could be so stressful. I couldn’t help but worry all day long. I tried not to show it to her, but she knows me too well. Especially the first couple of days, I was constantly debating with myself if I shouldn’t get her to the hospital. I just want her to be healthy. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if she had something really bad and I waited too long for taking action. But she said she was fine. She said it was just a fever and that there was no need of going to the hospital. So said her mom and my mom when I called them to ask advice. Yes… I was pretty clueless about it. But today I felt much better, because she felt better. And that was a start! My happy feeling disappeared in a second when suddenly Y/N stood in the kitchen in front of me. ‘What the hell, babe! You have to be in bed!’ I kinda yelled rushing towards her. ‘Niall… I’m sick of my bed. I just-‘. She stopped when I interrupted her. ‘Yes, exactly. You are sick! And you have to stay in bed.’ I was lightly pushing her out of the kitchen, to the bedroom but when I felt how unstable she was, I stopped. Before she could react or protest, I carried her up into my arms. ‘Niall… No!’ She groaned unhappy. But I didn’t listen. When we reached the bed and I laid her down, she stared angry in front of her. So I sat next to her. ‘Baby… Please… I just want you to feel completely healthy again. I will be here. I will come and sit with you. But just please, give me one more day of you resting and if it’s better tomorrow, I will consider letting you walk around the house.’ She relaxed a bit, listening to my words. She nodded slightly and I sight. ‘Do you still love me now?’ I asked her, pouting my mouth. It made her chuckle and I smiled back. ‘I love you always. Even when you are completely overprotective and overly worried about nothing.’ She said. I stroke her hair answering. ‘I just consider it as me, loving you and caring about you. Nothing less.’ After that I went downstairs to get her soup and I stayed with her in bed all day long, watching her getting more and more color on her face when the hours flew by.

Liam: When I came home from work I immediately noticed something was not normal. Normally Y/N would be cooking dinner at this hour. But she was nowhere to be found downstairs. I kind of started to get worried, considering my wife is five months pregnant. When I walked into our bedroom, in first instance I absolutely totally panicked, seeing her laying on the ground, eyes closed. But when I took in the moment, I relaxed seeing her body rise up and down from her normal, steady breathing. She was laying in between hundreds of photos and a photo album. All photos of me and her. I saw pictures from our wedding, vacations together, moments with the other four boys, family dinners and so much more. She was making an album of it, but fell asleep during the process. I couldn’t get over the fact how she could actually fall asleep on the ground, but she looked so cute, I smiled at her. Suddenly an idea popped into my head and I reached for my phone into my pocket. I took a picture of her in between the photos. Then I put my phone down, and cradled her in my arms. When I touched her skin, she woke up in confusion. ‘Shhht… it’s okay. You fell asleep. I’m getting you to bed now. The ground is not so comfortable.’ I whispered into her ear when I laid her down on the soft sheets. ‘I… need… make dinner.’ She said with a sleepy voice. ‘No… Don’t worry about that. I’ll make dinner. You give yourself and our baby some rest.’ I said, kissing her forehead. When she didn’t respond anymore, I figured she was already back to sleep. I took my phone and went downstairs. I printed out the photo and when I entered our bedroom later I laid it down between the rest of the pictures. Adding a little note: You are without a doubt the cutest, bestest and most awesomest wife. And I’m so happy you’re mine.

Zayn: I was watching a movie with the boys and Y/N in the tour bus, when suddenly I felt Y/N’s head falling onto my shoulder. I looked beside me and I noticed her being sound asleep. The boys noticed it as well and they were so nice to actually stay quiet and let her sleep. Normally they would make sure to pull some random scaring prank on her but today it was different. The last couple of nights Y/N hardly slept. While we drove around the country, she was studying for final exams. When we were rehearsing or performing, she was studying backstage. Even when we slept at night, sometimes she stayed up till the early morning hours. She wanted to pass so badly to be able to graduate. She was exhausted and tired but all day long she kept going and going. Seeing her asleep on my shoulder right now, made me feel so relieved. I waited half an hour longer to make sure she was really asleep before I cradled her up into my chest and carried her to my bunk bed. She didn’t even wake up when I laid her down. I couldn’t help but panic for a moment, seeing her so fast asleep so I checked her breathing. When I saw her chest rise up and down, I breathed out. I moved myself to the couch area again. ‘She’s still asleep?’ Harry asked, all the boys turning their heads. When I nodded, they seemed all satisfied. I couldn’t feel more happy about the fact they all liked her fairly close to how much I did. ‘I’m going to get in too.’ I said softly. Wishing the boys goodnight, I went back seeing her still sound asleep. I crawled in next to her and pulled her into my chest. God… How much I loved this girl… There were no words for it.