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Liam: “I love you,” Liam mumbled against your skin as he carried you bridal-style out of your hotel room. “I love you too,” you answered back as a whisper. “But I’ll love you more,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I’ll love you the most,” you murmured, kissing his luscious lips. You heard someone clear their throat, but you didn’t hear them. You two were way to busy paying attention to each other. “You’re so beautiful,” Liam said, having to set you down so he could pay. “And you are utterly attractive,” you whispered as Liam walked up and paid for your stay. “Come on beautiful,” he cooed as he wrapped his arm around you. You walked out of the hotel room and over to your white convertible. He opened the passenger side door for you. He closed it and walked around to put the luggage in the trunk. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. You were minutes away from home and couldn’t wait. You were headed home after the best couple weeks of your life. Only about a month ago, you and Liam had gotten married and you were coming back from the best honeymoon ever. When you pulled into the drive, you could hardly contain your excitement. Even though the time away was amazing, you still missed your own house, especially your comfortable bed. “We’re home,” you breathed. “And this is why I agreed to marry you,” Liam sweet-talked as he leaned in and kissed you. Liam got out and ran over to your side. He opened your door and helped you out. You giggled as he swooped you up with his muscled arms and bridal-carried you to your house. He carried you upstairs and onto your dearly missed bed. You giggled as he started to kiss your neck and slowly head to your lips. “I love you,” he mumbled again. “I love you too,” you replied as you pulled him in for another kiss.
Louis: “Home sweet home,” you sighed as you walked through the door of your house and set some of the bags down. “You’re it!” yelled your 7 year old son, Tommy, as he ran into the house. “I’m gonna get you!” your other son, Lucas, screamed back, chasing after his twin brother. “They really remind me of someone,” you claimed as you went back out to the car to help Louis grab the rest of the luggage. “You couldn’t possibly mean me, could you?” Louis teased as you closed the trunk. “As a matter of fact, I do,” you said smugly as you walked through the door. “Tommy! Lucas! Come get your stuff!” Louis called through the house as you set down the boys’ bags. Within seconds, the two boys came running downstairs and grabbed their bags. They ran back up to their room and probably started playing tag again. “We’re home,” Louis said kissing your cheek. You smiled as you grabbed the bags and headed towards your shared room. “Man, was Disney Land wild!” Louis exclaimed as he started to unpack. “It was fun though. You have to at least give it that,” you said. “I never said it wasn’t fun,” Louis retaliated. You smiled and started unpacking your own things. Your head snapped up as you heard a large crash. You looked at Louis then both ran towards the sound of the clatter. “Is everyone alright?” you called, your maternal instincts kicking in. “Yeah,” you heard Tommy call back. You were slightly relieved that no one was hurt. When you reached downstairs where the boys were, you were standing their slack-jawed. You had thought that they had broken a vase of something, but it was much more important than that. “What happ—?” Louis asked, then stopped short when he saw what was broken. “You broke my Moon Man?” Louis asked, half-astonished and half in disbelief. “Sorry daddy,” Lucas whispered, afraid to speak any louder. “You’re just lucky that I have plenty of those,” he scolded. “Now go to your room and unpack, since I’m pretty sure you haven’t done that yet,” Louis said as they quickly left the room. “You’re not mad?” you asked, sure that he would at least punish them. “It could’ve been a lot worse,” he said picking up the pieces and laying them on the shelf. “Come on,” Louis said as he wrapped his arm around you, “let’s make sure they’re unpacking.”
Harry: “‘I’ll be touching down in 10 minutes.’ Yeah, right,” you whispered out-loud. The older guy next to you gave you an odd look. You sighed and pulled your coat tighter around you. You shifted for the hundredth time in your seat. You checked your phone in case of anymore texts, but there weren’t any. “Damn it, Harry,” you whisper-yelled. The old guy next to you got up and sat down elsewhere. You were sitting in the waiting area waiting for none other than a very late Harry Styles. He was coming back from tour and you were super excited to see your boyfriend after 3 months. He said that he was going to be at the airport an hour ago. You were still waiting for him and didn’t want to leave in case he happened to show up. You opened up your Candy Crush app after looking at your text. Candy Crush was the reason that you stayed as long as you have. It was quite addicted and time flew by fairly fast, but not fast enough. “I can’t believe I got talked into this,” you whispered to yourself as you made another combination. “I better get something good for this,” you mumbled. You quickly looked up and noticed that you were the only one sitting in this section. Everyone else had moved elsewhere or got the luxury to leave. You rolled your eyes and went back to your game. After you won that level, you looked at the time on your phone. 10:39 p.m. You were just about to shut off your phone when it beeped. You opened the notifications and found that you had a text. You opened your conversations and saw that Harry had texted you: “Go home. It’ll be a while before we get there. I’ll just let myself in.” Well, that would’ve been nice to know a long time ago. You grabbed your things and left to the parking lot. You found your car, started it up, and headed for home. When you pull into the drive, you shut off your car and sleepily made it to your door. You turned the knob and found the door open. You could’ve sworn that you locked it. You shrugged and walked in anyway. You dropped your bag on the counter and headed to your warm bedroom. You were just about to shut off the lights when you heard a noise from down the hall. Your senses heightened and you grabbed an aluminum baseball bat. “Don’t come near me or I’ll hit you with this bat,” you said trying to not let your voice shake. “You wouldn’t want to do that, kitten, now would you?” a British accented voice asked. You smiled at the familiar voice and dropped the bat. “Harry,” you sighed as you ran towards him. He laughed and hugged you back. “Welcome home,” you smiled and kissed him.
Zayn: “I love you,” he said pulling her closer. “I’ve been waiting to hear that,” she said as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Ugh,” you sighed as you shut off the TV. You got up from the couch and went to see what you could make for supper. Zayn was supposed to have spent the day with you, seeing as it was the only day you both had off in a long time. But everything is too good to be true anyway. Zayn had to record today and it was only supposed to take a couple hours, but it ended up being the whole day. You were quite devastated at the thought of spending your day off alone. You reached into the cupboard and got down a box of mac-and-cheese. You pulled out the pan and put some water in it to boil. You sighed and sat down at the table. Today you had tried to get your mind off Zayn, but nothing would ever be able to grant you that. Every little thing you did seemed to connect to Zayn one way or another. At the sound of boiling water, you got up and finished making the mac-and-cheese. You put it in a bowl and sat at the table since it was as interesting as everything else in the house. Suddenly you heard the door open then close. “[Y/N]?” Zayn called as he dropped his bags on the floor. You just sat there acting really amused by your supper. “Hey Boo,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You didn’t say anything as you took another bite of your mac. “What’s wrong?” Zayn asked as he sat next to you. You almost got angry at him, but decided on a better idea. You didn’t respond to him again. “Hey, I don’t know what happened, but you can always tell me,” he said softly, placing his hand on yours. You shrugged and took another bite. He breathed in and you could tell he was getting a little pissed. “Okay. Fine. Just don’t talk to me then,” he huffed getting up and making his way to the living room. You smirked and sexily made your way over to him. He looked up, but quickly turned back to the game he was playing. You smiled as you sat next to him and grabbed a controller. He sighed and let you play with him, since it was the least he could do about spending the day without you. “Sorry,” he mumbled, rolling behind a car. “It’s okay,” you whispered back as you laid your head on his shoulder. He quickly shrugged you off so you wouldn’t mess up his game. You smiled and thought that today didn’t seem like a complete waste anymore.
Niall: His P.O.V. “Congrats mate,” another nameless person said. “Thanks,” I replied, though he was already gone. I sighed really wanting to go home. Home is where [Y/N] is and wherever [Y/N] is I should be. “Hey, Niall. Just lighten up and enjoy this,” said a slightly-tipsy Louis as he was taken away by some blonde. I really didn’t want to be here. We were had a release party for our single and afterwards we decided to come to the club. I would’ve just went home, but the others persuaded me to come anyway. I was seriously regretting this decision. Suddenly, I was pulled from my spot on the wall onto the dance floor. I was about to tell whoever it was off, but when I looked it was just Harry. He smiled a drunken smile and started twirling around like a ballerina. “Dance with me Niall!” Harry tried to call over the sound of the music and bodies. Before I could protest, Harry grabbed my hand and started to twirl around me, causing me to twirl as well. After it was clear that he wasn’t going to let me go, I began to relax and enjoy myself a bit. Later when I looked up at the clock, I realized that I had spent way too long here. I looked around for the exit, which was really easy to find since mostly everyone had left. I got into my car and drove back to my house. I pulled into the driveway and made my way into the house. “Princess, I’m home,” I called, but fell silent right away. She was passed out on the couch curled up with my pillow. Too many times I’ve come home and found her in that position, especially after tour. I smiled and picked her up to take her to our room. She moved slightly and hooked her arms around my neck. When we reached our room, I softly set her down and crawled in next to her. “I love you,” I whispered before I fell asleep with her in my arms.