One Direction Preferences

Christmas Day

Niall: "We have to wake mommy up before we do presents," he said to the kids. They were impatiently hopping foot to foot, ready to charge into your bedroom and wake you. Niall delayed them as long as possible, but they were present driven heathens and they would not be stopped. "Let’s go get her," with a battle cry, he led the pack down the hall and threw open your bedroom door. He jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms around you from behind as the kids tickled you, their laughter loud and infectious. "Mommy wake up! Daddy said we had to wait for you to open presents!" The eldest said tugging on your hand. "Did he now?" You rasped, still groggy with sleep. Niall nuzzled the back of your neck, his lips tickling your skin. "There’s something for mommy under the tree too," he said huskily behind you. "Presents for me?" You asked sitting up. The kids cheered and yelled, saying it was the biggest pile of presents ever in the whole world. “Well, we should probably go open them!” With more screeches, they charged out of the room. All three of them moving way too fast. “What time is it?” You asked swinging out of bed. “930, I held them off as long as possible.” He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a sweet kiss. “Happy Christmas love,” he took your hand and led you to the tree, where the wrapping paper was accumulating by the second. The kids loved everything, Barbies, doll houses, dresses and for the boy, leggos, dinosaurs and a football. “And for mommy,” Niall said holding out the slim box. You unwrapped it, pleasantly surprised by the gift. (you and Niall had agreed on no presents this year, but he couldn’t help himself.) “Ni,” you said in awe. There, nestled in the velvet, was a charm bracelet. A charm for each child, and a charm for where everywhere you and Niall had ever been together. “My whole world on a bracelet,” you said smiling, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My whole world right here,” He pulled you into his arms and watched his kids play in utter contentment.

Zayn: Blessedly, your mum had taken the kids for the night. It had been an insane day of presents, food and screams. They couldn’t wait to open presents, so they drug you and Zayn out of bed at 7 a.m, their impatient hands tugging on your arms and legs to get you to move. Finally, the three of them gave up and wiggled their way between your bodies. The youngest, a baby girl, pressed sloppy kisses to your cheeks until you cracked an eyelid. “Mommy’s up!” She screeched, tugging you harder. That was all they needed. Blindly, you and Zayn stumbled into the living room where they were shaking boxes. “Coffee,” he muttered, and made his way to the kitchen to put on a pot. It felt like he hadn’t slept at all, but his kids were so excited and how could he refuse them anything? They made fast work of the gifts beneath the tree, more paper and boxes covering the floor then the actual carpet. When your mom showed up to take them to her house for more presents and more sugar, you had gladly let her take them. You and Zayn finally had a chance to relax together and do your own presents, there wasn’t much time with the kids around. “This is what I’m talking about,” he had his arm around you on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand. The tree was lit, the fire was going and you had lit some candles. “Can you believe how much stuff they got today?” You laughed. Zayn shook his head and laughed himself. “They can’t want for anything else.” You and Zayn did your own present exchange. You got him new art supplies, seeing as he burned through them constantly drawing your kids. For you, however, were two plane tickets with no certain destination. “I figure we could go on a second honey moon,” he winked, knowing your first son was made from that trip. “More kids then?” You laughed, kissing his pink lips. “More kids,” as crazy as your life was, neither of you would have it any other way.

Liam: He had decided that he wanted to kick Christmas morning off with brunch. Pancakes, eggs, the works. But controlling two rowdy boys was more than he had bargained for. He wanted to have a nice family breakfast first before the present mayhem started, but it was rather difficult to keep them in the kitchen when their eyes were wide as saucers because of the pile of gifts under the tree. They had your stubbornness, but they had his eyes which made it ridiculously hard to tell them no, especially when they pouted up at you. Liam didn’t even think about the amount of sugar he was about to give them, he knew today was going to be insane regardless. They opened their presents with just as much vigor as they ate their pancakes- in so much excitement it was borderline chaos. Once the presents were opened, ships were built, houses assembled and armies were built. And after playing for there hours the most gruesome game of war you’d ever seen, they finally tired out and passed out by the tree with their action figures still clutched in their tiny little fists. They would sleep for at least a good two hours and Liam thought it was the perfect chance to give you his gift while he could. He’s been a bit naughty this year, but he couldn’t help himself. Liam took your hand and led you into the bedroom where he handed you his gift. “You shouldn’t have,” you said eyeing up the red box. He shifted his weight, rocking back on his heels. “Well, it’s more for me than it is for you.” You raised your eye brows and tore into the box, cheeks immediately flushing at what was inside. “Liam,” you rasped, holding up the scrap of red lace. He grinned wickedly, pulling out a second box wrapped much in the same way. “What would your outfit be without shoes?” You opened that too and blushed further at the sky high red Jimmy Choos. “While the kids take a little Christmas nap,” he said huskily, his hands sliding up your shirt. “I figured we could play with ours,” with a devilish wink, he pushed you towards the bathroom where you changed. The red ensemble was completely see through, leaving nothing to the imagination. You shook out your braid, letting the curls fall around your shoulder. The shoes were so sexy and made your legs look incredible. So when you stepped into the room, Liam’s jaw dropped. “Oh merry Christmas to me,” he growled grabbing you by the hips. “I can’t wait to unwrap you,” he moaned as he ran his mouth along your skin. Unwrap you he did, and it was nice, because with this, Liam could unwrap you all year long.  

Louis: "So, I have to be this doll?" he asked his four year old daughter. She nodded, handing him Prince Phillip. She didn’t care much about her other presents, this year she got all the Disney dolls and she was in heaven. Louis had dropped to the floor instantly, helping her dress each one and set up the castle. Neither of them had moved from the floor in hours. You were making Christmas dinner, carols and their laughter adding a nice backdrop to your day. "Daddy, be him!" Louis picked up Prince Eric and straightened his shirt. "Who does he love? Cinderella?" your daughter screamed in outrage and Louis laughed. "No, no he loves awiel," she said waving the redheaded doll in his face. "Right, right. I’m sorry little love," he heard your laughter from the kitchen and said, "maybe mommy wants to come play?" Your daughter screamed and you heard her little footsteps behind you. "Mommy come play, daddy doesn’t know anything," she said dramatically. You snickered as Louis walked into the room. "That’s cause mommy is a girl," he said petulantly stealing a freshly baked roll. You swatted his hand away and Louis let his gaze linger on your face. He couldn’t believe this was his life, that he was so blessed. "Does mommy want her present?" He asked, his arms coming around you from behind. You nodded, and you felt him slip a chain around your neck from behind. You looked down at the silver locket and felt your eyes dampen. It had both of your initials on it, and inside were two pictures. One of your wedding, and one of your precious baby girl. It was sweet and utterly a Louis gift, sentimental but still had that sweet edge. "Two of the most important days of my life," he said quietly giving your neck a kiss. "You’ve given me all I ever wanted and I could not ask for more. Not now, not ever." He kissed you, his fingers in your hair. "That’s true loves kiss," your little girl said, staring at you in wonder. "Yes it is," Louis said crouching down. "And one day, you’ll find someone who loves you as much as I love your mommy."

Harry: You had quite the surprise for Harry this Christmas, one that would irrevocably change your lives. It was just you two, crawling downstairs still tired with sleep. It was your second Christmas married- but it would be the best one so far. There weren’t a lot of gifts, which was fine. You were about to give Harry the best present of all. He curled onto the couch, a cup of tea between his massive hands. “Do you want to start, baby?” He asked, giving you a lazy grin. You thought you better, because when you gave Harry his gift, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to do anything else but scream. You went through the gifts, Harry watched you with adoration. You got the sweater and perfume you wanted, a stunning necklace but best of all, a weekend away at the spa with Harry, where he could pamper you and treat you like a princess. You rained kisses down on his face, thanking him profusely. “Anything for my baby girl,” he said giving your ass a squeeze. “Your turn,” you pushed the large box in front of him and Harry gave it a shake. He made a few guesses but each was wrong. Your palms were sweating and your head felt light as Harry finally tore the paper off the box. “Let’s see what it is,” he said in excitement. This was it, the moment of truth. He pulled out a pacifier and looked at it on confusion. Next was a pink onesie, a stuffed bear and a bib. Harry looked down at the gifts and shook his head slowly. “We’re pregnant,” he said lifting his tearful eyes to yours. “We’re pregnant,” his voice cracked and he pulled you into his chest, his hot tears on your neck. “I’m gunna be a daddy,” he looked back down at the pacifier and ran his thumb over it. “How long have you known? What’s the sex? Do you have vitamins and stuff?” He asked suddenly, his cheeks paling in color. “I do, baby,” you said smiling at how concerned he was. He was already turning into the over protective dad. He smiled and pulled you into his lap again, his lips against your temple. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of all.”