One Direction Preferences

42. Warm

Harry: The kitten was balled up on your stomach as you both waited for your favorite guy in the world to come back home. Running your fingertips through it’s soft orange fur, you watch as it’s tummy moves up and down. It’s warmth was centered on your stomach, and as it’s head rose, signaling that Harry was home, the spot grew cold on your stomach. “Baby, I’m home!” he calls before finding you in the bedroom. “Hey.” he smiles climbing in the bed next to you, petting the cat gently, giving you a quick peck. “Missed you today.” he smiles. “We missed you too.” you smile and he chuckles, taking the cat, laying it on his stomach, then pulling you close snuggling with you.

Louis: His head was warm, in fact he was burning up. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead as you watched him attempt to sleep. Sighing you get up and grab a cold wash tag placing it on his head. “You’re burning up babe.” You say as his eyes close in satisfaction as the heat starts to dissipate. “Just a bit warm.” He says voice tired. “You’re sick.” You say sternly to him. “Just a bit warm.” He retaliates, not liking the idea that he was getting sick, saying that he would be fine if you stopped pestering over him. Rolling your eyes you replenish the cold every once and a while until he’s asleep and a bit cooler than before.

Niall:The sun beaded down on the both of you. The clouds had covered the white sandy beach all day, until now, when yellow bursts of sun rays started to covers his exposed back. The cold temperature mixed with the new heat, making the temperature of warm. “Babe, you’re going to get sunburned.” you warn, already applying sunblock to yourself. “Yeah yeah.” he mumbles, already falling back to sleep. You shake your head laughing, and get up, wiping the sand that had began to stick to your legs, and run to play in the water. A few hours later, when the sun had started to set, you venture back to Niall, and see that his back was pinkish red. “Babe, I think you’re burned.” you chuckle touching his warm skin, he winces. “You think?” he grumbles, and you help him back to the hotel, trying not to gloat about how you were right.

Zayn: Warm blood still soaked his shirt as he waited to be let into your hospital room. It was just starting to dry as he was let into your room, machines beeping, I.V’s dripping, and nurses walked about as you laid there still under the anesthetic. Sighing, Zayn took his place next to you and waited patiently, staring at the blood, wondering if there was anything that he could have done to stop the accident. Maybe he should have spent less time looking at you, and more on the road, or he shouldn’t have started to drive until you got your seat belt on, or something else completely, but he blamed himself. He needed you to be alright. Squeezing your hand he sits there in silence, waiting for when you would wake up. He needed you to wake up.

Liam: The warm tea slid down your throat, easing the ache that was in it.Liam sat, rubbing your back as you moaned and groaned from the discomfort, feeling a bit useless because he couldn’t do anything to help you. “Baby, what can I do?” He asks as you finish the last of your tea. “More tea babe?” You ask voice hoarse, eyes pleading for more relief from the ache. “Sure baby, sure.” He says getting up, quickly making you some tea. You drink it down quickly and cuddle into him, as he resumes rubbing your back, now singing softly to try to make you feel better.