One Direction Preferences

#13 Good Morning

Harry: This morning you woke up earlier than normal, to watch your boyfriend preform on Good Morning America. The sun had barley come up when the boys faces were shown on screen. “Stay tuned, after this commercial break were doing an exclusive interview with the boys of One Direction.” The audience went wild and the shot cut to commercial. After some ads about coffee, diapers, toilet paper, and insurance, the boys were back on. The interviewer asked the same old questions. Zayn and Louis goofed around in the back and Niall laughed at pretty much everything. When the interview was over she asked Harry if he wanted to say anything. “Yeah, uh… I want to say Good morning to my beautiful girlfriend Y/N. I love you, and I will see you soon.” He gave a cheeky smile and handed the microphone back to her.

Liam: Liam took you surfing for the first time. You had no idea how much muscle was required to go surfing, but you got the hang of it after a while. You spent almost all morning in the beautiful blue water. After wiping out every time you stepped up on the board, you realized it wasn’t your cup of tea. But you would do it any day if it made him happy. When he was done surfing, you were both starved, and agreed on Chinese delivery. It was only 3 but you were worn out. You ate on the floor in front of your TV. Old Disney movies flashing on the screen. One minute you were watching Alice in Wonderland, the next it was dark out. Your face resting against your warm arms. Liam still sitting next to you. Except now all the Chinese boxes were gone and he was watching Toy Story 3. When you sat up, and scratched your head. He laughed at the red mark left on your face from your arm. “Good, morning sleeping beauty.” He joked handing you a bowl of popcorn.

Niall: Niall and you had gotten in a huge fight. He hated it when you spent time with you guy friends. When you got home, he made a big deal about it. “Why do you always hang out with him, do you like him or something.” Of course he thought you were cheating. His jealously got the best of him, causing him to say some very hurtful things. You didn’t even argue back. You went into the bed room, locked the door, and curled up in bed. “I’m sorry Y/N. Please let me in. I didn’t mean any of that,  i was just jealous. I’m so stupid. Please princess.” He begged at the door for an hour before it got silent. He must have thought you were sleeping because around and hour later you received a text from him. ‘I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean what I said. I cant believe how much of a Jealous ass hole I was. I’m sorry. It will probably be morning when you get this so, good morning. I love you. I hope you slept well. P.S. We should get a new couch. This one is cold and uncomfortable.’ The last part made you laugh. That’s when you realized how cold, and lonely the bed was without him. 'Come up here.' You sent back. He was next to you within seconds.

Louis: Work, done. Paper done. House, clean. Shopping, done. Avoiding paps, not quite. The day had been beyond long. Now that you were home all you wanted to do was curl up with Louis and sleep. Seeing how he was across the world at the moment, you had to settle for second best. After a hot shower, you pulled one of Louis’ jumpers. It smelled like him, and reminded you of a hug. Half the trouble of being alone, is falling asleep. You peer up at the glowing alarm clock. Four hours to sleep. You crawled under the blankets and after about 45 minutes, fell asleep. Some time during the night your phone rang. The buzzing amplified under the blankets. Louis’s smiling face flashing on the screen. “Hi” you answered looking up at the clock. “Hey, baby. I just wanted to call you and tell you I miss you and say good morning.” His cheery voice, made you miss him more. “Lou,” You started. “It’s 3:30 AM.” “I’m so sorry baby I forgot, go back to sleep, I love you,” He apologized. Except you didn’t want to go back to sleep now. “No I want to talk to you.” For the next 2 hours you talked on the phone until you had to get ready for work.

Zayn: Streaks of golden light beamed through the curtains and onto your face. You stretched out your legs, and you could feel how sore you were. The events from the previous night fresh in your mind. Zayn’s lips urgent against your neck, his hands have a tight hold on your hips. He isn’t rough with you, he makes sure you enjoy yourself. You smiled at the memory. Zayn’s tattooed arm flexed around you, his chest rose beneath your head. “Good, Morning.” His raspy voice was barley audible, as he turn you press his lips to yours. “Good, morning.” You whispered against his idle lips. His hazel eyes were barely open but he was scanning your face. “I’m sorry,” His finger traced the love bites he left behind last night. “Don’t be, last night was perfect.”