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101-Day Dreaming

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Niall: "Can you imagine it though? What it'll be like?" Niall asked into the darkness. He saw his whole life with you. From being old and gray to being parents, grandparents. Niall didn't want anyone else for all those big moments in his life. You smiled, your hand lacing and unlacing through his. "Yeah, a little boy with his daddy's eyes and appetite," that made Niall laugh and he turned to face you, his hands still moving through yours. "And his mom's smile," he could just make out your face in the darkness and his heart always flipped when you smiled at him like that. It was late, after 2 am but neither of you could sleep, so you did something you'd never done before: you daydreamed about the future you would have together. "Can we live in Ireland?" You whispered, heart racing. He froze, his large hand stilling above yours. "You want to live in Ireland with me?" His accent was thick now, husky with surprise. "It's your home," you shrugged. Ireland was the most important place to him, and even though he lived here with you, you knew that Ireland was his true home and he would never be fully happy anywhere else. You wanted to give him that, you wanted to give him all the happiness in the world because he deserved it. He was grinning now, you could feel the happiness pulse through him. "A little house in Ireland, fields, green everywhere ya look. And oh god I can go to Derby games!" You laughed and climbed on top of him and he put his hands on your hips, staring up at you in adoration. "I'd live anywhere," he said bringing your face down to his for a long, slow kiss. "As long as I'm with you...but to live in Ireland and raise kids and make a life with you, well," his lips moved down your jaw to your neck and you shivered. "I can't imagine anything more perfect."







Zayn: His head was on your lap, his coffee eyes trained to the ceiling as he let you talk. In moments like this, he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. You had a way with words, something that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be as eloquent as you. "I know that wherever we live," you continued on, capturing more of his heart by the second, "we'll need to be close to your mum and sisters. I know you can't be without them." He blinked, sitting up slowly to face you. The light from the fire place cast your face in shadow, but Zayn knew every curve of your cheek, and how your eyes looked in the mid afternoon sun. The darkness did nothing to hide you from him. He knew you like he knew himself. Fully and completely. "How'd you know that's the most important thing to me?" He whispered. You smiled and touched his cheek. "I see you Zayn. I see how you light up when she's around, and how it gives you peace of mind to be close and check up on her, make sure she's okay." He bent down and pressed his lips to your wrist, closing his eyes. He knew that he wanted a whole life with you, kids, grandkids, the works. "I always did have this image of you and me mum in the kitchen, like, talkin and laughin and sharing recipes together 'cos you like cooking too. And," he added slowly, his eyes moving across your face, "when I'm gone I'll feel better knowing she's here to look after ya." You didn't like thinking about Zayn leaving for your, it instantly made your mood plummet. "None of that frowning, come on then love. We've got a whole big future ahead of us." He was right. There'd be so many big memories to make and soon. Engagement, wedding, first house, first kid. You had a life time of firsts to get through and your heart lifted, because you would get to experience every single one of them with Zayn.






Harry: His head was on your chest, your fingers running through his curls. He nuzzled up under your neck, a small sigh of contentment passing through his lips. "What do you see when you think about our future?" you asked him, eyes half closed with sleep. He grinned. It felt to Harry that he was always thinking of his future with you. "What part do you want to know about? I've got it all planned." You let a dry laugh slip past your lips. Surely he couldn't have everything planned. He guessed as much from your laugh and he rolled over, until his chin was resting on your navel and he was looking up at you. "I want to be married within two years," he said surprising you. Suddenly, you were riveted to Harry and his perfect pink mouth. "I want a house in London and one in the states by your parents. I want to wake up every morning to hear you sing in the shower, and eventually, sing with our kids down stairs when we make breakfast together. I want to fall asleep and wake up each day knowing I've got you right where I want you- in my arms. I want to eat your really shitty chicken and pretend I love it." You playfully flicked his nose and he laughed, capturing your fingers and pressing a kiss to the tip. "I want to travel all over with you and show you the world. I want to sleep late on Sunday's and eat too much junk and spoil our kids because they'll be our world and they deserve it. I want to be old and gray on our porch swing, drinking tea and talking about this moment right now," he pulled you up so you were nose to nose, his large hands tangling in your hair. "I want an an entire lifetime with you, but even then, at the end of it, it'll never be enough. I want forever with you, baby."




Louis: "Can I tell you something?" he whispered late one night. You might have been asleep, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had to tell you what he'd been thinking about for the last hour. You moaned, a soft protest of waking up. "S'that?" You murmured, rolling to face him. He looked at your face, eyes still closed and eye lashes long on your cheek. Lips parted for breath and your hair falling over your forehead. With careful hands, he brushed it back. Louis never divulged this sort of information, he was more about living in the 'now' but sometimes it couldn't be helped. "I've been thinking a lot lately and I need to tell you something." You heard the seriousness of his voice and you pulled yourself from sleep. "Okay, what's going on?"it wasn't like Louis to be so serious and at this late at night to boot. His eyes glittered in the darkness and it made you nervous. "I know that I joke around a lot but you know that I'm crazy over you right?" There was an edge of desperation to his voice you'd never heard and you nodded, hands tracing his tattoos. "I just need to tell you that I think about our future all the time." His voice was softer now, almost a whisper like he was telling a secret. "Where we'd live, our house and what it'd look like. I think about our kids and whether it'll be a girl who looks just like you or a boy who has my character. I wonder if I'll be his hero, you know? I wonder if we'll spend Christmas at your parents house or mins, or if we'll go back and forth between the two. I wonder what color my suit will be on our wedding day, and if I should get you a gold or silver ring." He broke off and ran a hand through his hair, a sigh slipping out. "I think about my life with you, baby," he said pulling you closer, "and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."




Liam: "I don't want that big of a house," he confessed as he rubbed the feet you had just placed in his lap. You raised your eyebrow in surprise. You always imagined Liam living in grandeur when he got older, but to hear him say he wanted a small house surprised you. "No?" You asked. He shook his head, his hands still working and sliding up to your calves. "Nope. I want a few bedrooms of course. One for us, and one for the boys when they come. And eventually, that'll turn into the kids rooms." You blinked in surprise and then grinned. "How many kids?" You asked casually, heart racing. "I was thinking three maybe. Boys first then a girl, so they can look out for her and stuff." He shrugged and looked embarrassed by his confession but you were touched. "I like that idea," you said softly, thinking of a doe eyes child just like his father. "And I can't wait to get a house with a yard and put a swing set in for them, maybe a pool." He was on a roll now, his eyes bright and his hands moving as he talked. "And we can paint it however you like and once we move in, you and I are going to Christen every single room in the house," his hand slid up the back of your knee and you blushed, imagining you and Liam two years from now, flushed and happy in your new home and wanting to celebrate. "That sounds nice," you said dryly, trying to keep your heart rate down. He grinned but sobered up pretty quickly. "I just see this wonderful life ahead of us, you know? And this is only the beginning, this." He gestured between you both now, curled up in your little flat that wasn't all that big. "But it's a beautiful start," you added, hand out for his. He took it gladly, the smile on his face utterly joyful. "It's the perfect start to a happily ever after,"