One Direction Preferences

13. You Go On Tour With Him

Harry: As he packs his bags, you perch yourself in the center of your bed, watching him. Harry chuckled as he glanced at your excited facial expression. “Aren’t you going to pack your suitcase?” he questioned, unzipping his suitcase after setting it on the foot of the bed. “I already did; last night while you were out with the boys,” you replied nonchalantly. Harry smiled and leant across the bed to caress the side of your face and give you a loving kiss. “I’m going to love having you with me this tour… we’ll be together all day, all night,” he muttered in a suggestive tone, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt as he griped your waist. You giggled, “That sounds perfect, but I’m sure to be able to do that during tour, you have to be packed and ready, so get busy!” you teased, pecking his lips before pulling yourself closer to the pillows as Harry gave you a smirk and continued to pack up his suitcase. 

Liam: “I’m tired,” you complained as you walked through the airport with the boys, leaning your head onto Liam’s shoulder. You could feel his shoulder moving up and down as a result of a chuckle that came out of his mouth. “You’ll have to get used to it if you want to come on more tours with us,” Niall joked, poking his tongue out at you. “But it’s four in the morning, I shouldn’t be up this early; I should be sleeping,” you grumbled. The boys laughed at you and allowed both you and Liam to sit on the uncomfortable chairs near your terminal while they got things to eat and drink in the small coffee shop located in the waiting area. “You can sleep on the plane… then you’ll feel better,” Liam stated, kissing the top of your head. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll be okay,” you sighed contently, making him smile as the two of you continued to cuddle on the chairs. 

Louis: “Let’s do this boys!” Louis screamed, running into the tour bus to claim his bunk. You giggled as your boyfriend disappeared to the back of the bus. “He’s always like this during tour, but I have a feeling he’ll probably get worse now that you’re here with him,” Harry explained with a chuckle, going to find a bunk for himself. You smiled and let out a sigh, “I just hope I don’t annoy you guys or anything.” Niall punched your arm softly, “You never annoy us, babe, you’re awesome,” he replied, making you smile. “Come on, love, let me show you to our bunk,” Louis announced, reappearing from the bunk area. You nodded and took his outstretched hand, letting him lead you to the bunks. “Right here,” Louis said, motioning to a top bunk at the far back. The two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling in your shared bunk, telling stories of what you wanted to do while on tour. 

Niall: “Almost ready, boys?” Louis asked as the boys as they continued dressing to get ready for the show that night. You sat on the couch, covering your eyes when necessary--or when Niall just didn’t want to see the other boys--waiting for the boys to finish so you could spend time with your boyfriend before the show began. “I’m finished,” Niall stated, causing you to glance up from your cell phone with a smile; Niall always managed to look nice in his stage outfits. “Let’s go for a walk around here for a bit,” Niall suggested, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together. “No quickies in the bathroom!” Zayn shouted as the two of you left the dressing room. Niall blushed and you giggled, “I love being here,” you noted, swinging your hands between the two of your bodies as you walked through hallways. “I’m glad that you’re here… it feels amazing waking up to you every morning,” he said, kissing the side of your head as you continued to walk. 

Zayn: You were at the hotel with Zayn, grateful that the two of you were allowed to share a room while on tour if you behaved. “We need to get ice,” you stated as you opened the small refrigerator in your guys’ hotel room. “Would you like me to go get some?” Zayn asked from his comfortable position on the bed as he flipped through the television channels. “I’ll manage,” you replied, slipping on your sandals. “Wait, I’ll go along,” Zayn spoke, pulling his Supras over his feet quickly. You giggled, “You really don’t need to come, I’ll be fine,” you reasoned, opening the door after making sure you had the key. “Well I wanted to,” Zayn replied, poking his tongue out at you. You giggled, but quickly got cut off when a loud chorus of screams filled your ears. You looked over at the humungous group of girls that were at the boys’ hotel, waiting and hoping to meet the boys. You gave Zayn a shocked look and he laughed. “Get used to it, babe!” he shouted over the screams.