Preference #20 He Comes Back From Tour Early
bieberssmile requested: can you write one where they come home from tour early to surprise you? that would be awesome x
“So, you won’t be here for our anniversary?” you asked Liam over the phone as you got ready.
“Yeah, we added a few extra shows,” Liam explained. “I’m sorry I won’t be there, but I do have a surprise for that day. You just wait.”
You sighed as you sat in the living room. Liam was trying his best for you. That’s all you could ask for.
“Okay. Well I already took the day off from Friday, so I’ll do something for the both of us, maybe,” you suggested.
“You know I wanna be there, Y/N, but have fun and I love you. And we can celebrate better when I get back.”
You smiled at his sweet words before replying, “I love you and enjoy yourself.”
That Friday, you woke up already missing Liam more. He sent you a long, loving anniversary text, but you could rather have him with you to celebrate your years together. This was going to be your first anniversary without him.
You got ready for your day slowly because you really didn’t know what to do that day. You were ready for the day, but no where to go. You heard your phone ring next to you. Liam’s contact showed up before you answered.
“Hey, baby, happy anniversary,” you smiled.
“Happy Anniversary, Y/N,” he said, cheerfully. “Did my gift arrive yet?” he asked.
“Not yet but the day is still young,” you reminded him. “Can you give me a hint on what it is?”
It was silent on the other end for a moment, “It’s something you love.”
You thought about before you heard the doorbell ring and your smiled widened, “Is that my gift.”
You ran to the front door and swung it open. You felt your stomach drop, and you like it.
“Happy Anniversary, Y/N,” Liam smiled, before hugging you tightly.
You felt yourself relax in his arms for the first time in months, “You lied to me,” you chuckled, softly hitting the his back.
“Yeah but now it’s me and you tonight.”
Just a couple more days was a phase you told yourself numerous of time that week. You knew Niall would be home this week, but he never specified a day of his arrival. So you wanted and talked to him everyday and he still never knew.
“So news about when you’ll be back?” you asked Niall during your nightly Skype call. It looked like he was on a plane while you were getting ready for bed in the bathroom.
“Not yet but when I figure it out, you’ll be the first person I tell,” Niall said, trying to ease you.
“Okay then,” you sighed as you took your phone with you to the bedroom. “Where are you going right now?” you asked as you pulled back your duvet and sheets.
“Uh some where south, I don’t know,” he said, briefly.
“Well I have to be up early tomorrow, so I’ll call you tomorrow,” you smiled. “I love you, Ni.”
“I love you, too. I’ll see you soon.”
You ended the call before getting in bed and turning everything off. You quickly feel asleep to only dream about Niall finally coming home. You longed this more than anything.
Later in the night, you heard a rattle come from down stairs. You quickly woke up realizing you were still alone. You heard steps coming up the stairs, and you had never been more afraid. You ran to Niall’s closet to grab one of his golf clubs. You pulled the driver out of his bag and prepared yourself for the worst. You stood around the corner from the door and wanted. You looked at the door and saw the figure enter the room
“Y/N?” a tired voice that you recognized to be Niall’s said from the door.
“Niall, oh my god you scared the fuck out of me,” you said, coming around the corner to hug him. “I was going to kill you actually.”
“With my favorite golf club?”
“Does it matter? You’re here now,” you mumbled in his chest.
“I guess it doesn’t since I have you now.”
You sighed as you walked out of your job. You had enough of your job and you were one more rude customer away from quitting. Usually, Zayn would come and pick you up, but he was across the world on tour. You enjoyed the walk that you gained from his absence, but you still called him as you made you way home.
“Hey, Z,” you greeted.
“Hey, baby, how was work?” he asked.
“Lets just say that I’m looking for a new one as soon as I get home,” you chuckled as you turned the corner. “And I know what you’re going to say… Babe, you don’t need a job. You know I have enough money to support the both of us,” you mocked with his accent. “Plus I feel like a gold digger when I use your money for everything.”
“I know, I know,” you chuckled. “I’m just giving you an option in case you wanted to stop.”
You nodded, “When do you think you’re gonna be back?” you asked.
“Sooner than you think. We are just finishing some things up,” you told you.
You heard a loud crash in the back round making you question where he was. “Where are you exactly, Zayn?” you asked.
“I’m in a kitchen at a hotel,” he said slowly.
You chuckled at his failed excuse of a lie, “Oh it just sounded like a pot, and you don’t cook when you’re on tour.”
“Well people can change,” he chuckled nervously. “And I kinda find it relaxing.”
You entered your apartment building and walked into the elevator, “Okay well I’ll be home in half an hour because I have to go pick up some things from the store then,” you lied as you reached your floor.
“Okay, I’ll call you tonight then.”
You got the keys to your door and quickly opened it. You walked in deeper to find Zayn standing in your kitchen, the pot still on the floor.
“Or we can talk now,” you smiled before hanging up your phone.
“Surprise,” he said before wrapping his arms around you.
“Not much of a surprise but I’m happy just the same.”
“I’m just saying Harry that these photos of you and this girl looks pretty real to me,” you told over the phone.
For the last couple days, you had been receiving photos from fans of Harry and a girl he has constantly been pictured with. You ignored them the first day, but different photos came up the next day and the next. You had trust in Harry, but it was a question you had to bring up.
“She is just a friend of mine that is helping me with something,” he told you. “I’ve known her for years, and she has a boyfriend that she loves. Kinda like how I love you.”
You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, “Harry, I trust you. I just don’t trust the girls around you because a lot of them really just want your money.”
“Hey, you don’t think I know that? I love you, Y/N. When are you going to realize that?” he asked. Frustration was clear in his voice.
“I know you love me…” you whispered. “I guess I’m just lonely.”
“He was silent for a moment. “Don’t feel that way. You know I’m just one text, one call, one skype away.”
“I just kinda want you here one step, one turn in bed, one touch away, babe…” you whispered. “I know it sounds funny and a bit immature-”
“No, I feel that same way,” Harry told you. “I actually feel like I should be honest with you right now because I keep thinking about it.”
You felt yourself stress and worry a bit more, “What is it?”
“My friend wasn’t helping me with a project,” he admitted.
Your chest got tight. “What is she doing?”
“She was helping me get to you,” you heard a voice from your door say.
Harry was standing with his bags on the floor and a wide smile on his face. You were kind of upset that he made you worry so much.
“I hate you,” you mumbled as you walked over to him to put your head on his chest.
“But know I’m one I hate you away.”
While Louis was on tour, you both always talked with each other while it was late for you or early for him. Tonight, it was late for you while you guys stalked over the phone. Your responses were slower than usual, and Louis took notice of that.
“Louis, I’m really tired,” you yawned as you sat in bed trying to stay awake the best that you could. “And I have to get up early tomorrow for school.”
“Baby, I know you’re tired, but can you stay up with me just for a little bit longer,” he begged you.
You groaned, “Babe, come on.”
“Just stay awake for five more minutes, Y/N, please!”
Against your better judgement, you agreed. Louis did most of the talking, and you just listen and responded when you thought it was necessary. Your eyes were becoming heavy and started to close.
“Y/N, are you still there?” Louis asked you before sleep could fully take you over.
“No yeah I’m still here….barely anyway,” you groaned.
“Literally just one more minute, then I’ll hang up. I promise,” he promised.
You heard the door open from down stairs making you jump. “Louis, I think someone is in the house,” you whispered. There was no answer on the other end. “Lou?” No answer.
You feared for the worse making you look for anything heavy to protect yourself with.
“Wait, babe. I’m not an intruder!” you heard a voice belonging to Louis. “I’m just a guy wanting to surprise his girlfriend, and I don’t want to get hurt,” he admitted.
You sighed in relief and put down the paper weight on your nightstand. Louis walked into the bedroom with an apologetic smile.
“I wanted you to stay up so I could go to bed with you tonight because I missed you so damn much,” he sighed as he fell on his side of the bed and moved closer to you.
“I missed you too, Lou.”