#95: Vacation
Liam: You pull the trench coat closer to your body as the wind whips around your face as you look at the view of night time in Paris on top of the Eiffel Tower. The twinkling lights of the Louvre and the road spliting the center shining through the darkness of the nearly black sky. It was a surprise visit, Liam came home one day and told you to pack your things. Catching the next flight to Paris, France. It truly was the romance city, the culture, architecture, atmosphere; everything about the city sent shivers through your spine. And you couldn't believe you were standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, Liam standing behind you, strong arms drapped over your chest and chin planted frimly on your shoulder. Every so often he'd turn his head and kiss your cheek. "It's so beautiful Liam." You'd say breathless, he'd humm in awknowledgement. "Not as beautiful as my view though." A blush would creep upon your wind bitten cheeks, taking you hand he'd take you down back the the ground level and marvel the large structure from the ground. And you couldn't believe that you'd have these oppurtunities, to be standing with the one person you loved more than anything, getting to visit places you'd never think you'd get to see.
Louis: Neither of you were one to venture out, being at home with one another was perfectly content for the both of you. But Louis had an idea, an adventurous adventure to take you on. So, he blindfolded you, packed your bag for you and when you were finally allowed to take it off you were on a plane. And a couple hours later he forced you to put it back on telling you you'd enjoy the secret. And you would, because you stepped off the plane to the refreshing air and automatically knew you were in the country. The smell of grass and farm, you knew where you were. You were home, and so as you drove to the house you grew up in you smiled the whole way telling Louis stories that you remembered every so often. Like the creek where you broke you arm because your sister decided it would be an awesome idea to put a rope and jump in. But your dad hadn't tied it tight enough and you fell straight in; Louis found it hilarious. But it would be the best surprise you'd ever gotten. Because truth be told you really missed that damned creek- even convincing Louis to go into it, and your family. And the fact that you were with Louis made it that much more perfect.
Zayn: The dreadful London winters proved too miserable for the both of you, so Zayn decided to take a trip to somewhere warmer: Australia. It was always the opposite weather, so as the sun beat down on the both of you relaxing on the sand you couldn't be any more content. Beer in his hand, some cocoction of strawberry, tequila and something sweet in your hand. No cell phones or business, just the two of you, a couple of koala's and the beach. That's all either of you needed, and as you switched sides to tan your back you felt something block the sun. Groaning you looked up to see Zayn smirking above you pointing to the deck where a massive yacht just pulled in. "That's all ours tomorrow, just made the reservations." And you couldn't help but feel as though you had to pinch yourself to remind yourself that all of this was real, that this boy standing in front of you was actually human. And that was something you would never get used to.
Niall: A break from tour, fans, school work, and just reality was what you both needed. So as you both laid out on chairs and listened to the waves crash up on the shore, taking a deep breath you felt something grab your waist and haul you over their shoulder. You knew who it was, legs and fists kicking, telling the irishmen to let you down. "Right, want me to put yeh down huh?" And so he did, in the crystal water of Tahiti. Surfacing the water you splashed him, fish, sting rays, baby sharks all swam around your feet as you tread the water staying afloat. The straw like cabins seeming to float on water, you swam back to those climbing the respective ladder of your cabins drying off and going into the house for well deserved dinner. And that's all you needed, a vacation in the sun, with the one person you couldn't see yourself living without.
Harry: As a birthday present he knew how much you loved Italy, the culture, colors, food, everything about it. So he packed your bag, bought the ticket and booked a four-day weekend get away to Italy. A small pool like beach enclosed by a small town set ontop of a mountain, over looking the Azure Sea. The boutiques, colors and smell already making you want to stay forever. The get away of dreams, and you couldn't help but remember who were spending it with, and the circumstances of the time. It really was the perfect vacation both of you needed, stress free. Not having to worry about fans, paparazzi, or annoying bosses calling you in for last minute work. All you had to do was walk along the uneven pavement of the brick path, look in the window of antiques and enjoy the sound of the waves crashing on the shore outside while cooking dinner. It really was the picturesque vacation everyone dreamed of.