Harry - you turned over in bed, plush of the hotel covers enough to bury you when you burrowed down further, after the warm spot Harry usually was. Half-asleep, you stirred a little, enough, when the bed gave way, weight resting down. You rubbed your eyes, warm hands lacing your waist to hold you, “oh, my God… Harry?” You gasped, jumping startled and confused into consciousness. He murmured your limbs down, “shh, babe, it’s okay…” he rolled his body under the covers to find your warmth.
"What are you doing in here?" You jumbled, sitting up, "you know we’re not supposed to see each other the night before the wedding! I… my dress is over there, you’re not meant to see it… Harry, are you trying to curse our wedding?"
"Babe," Harry leant up to his elbow, chuckling, "calm down, it’s okay. I can promise you, our wedding is not cursed, besides…" he helped you lay back down, snuggling, kisses against your cheeks, "it’s not even the night before the wedding anymore, so we’re all good…" he turned your head, hand on your cheek to the clock by your bed, flashing 1AM.
"Well…" you still squirmed beneath him.
"Babe, it’s okay," he grinned wide enough that you could catch it in the light from open windows onto the hotel balcony, "I’m sorry, I just… I needed to see you. I couldn’t sleep in my room alone. My bed was all cold and hard and (Y/N)-less, no fun…" he finished, a wider smile and you took his face to press your foreheads together, tangling breath, "it’s okay," you murmured up to his lips.
"I can’t wait to marry you, babe," he chuckled there.
"Only a few more hours," you kissed him once, simply, "only a few more hours, then I’m all yours…"
Liam - you leant back, against the couch, knocking pillows to lay down further, phone resting in your hand to your ear, “I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow,” you gushed, blushing, fighting hard the urge to smile so wide, lips tilting at the corners of your mouth. You heard his blush back, through the phone, “I know, it’s crazy…” he murmured to you, replying.
"Just think, all that planning, all that hard work, and it’s all going to be over after tomorrow," you sighed, running one hand down the side of your face till your neck, squeezing fingertips into the skin.
"You mean all your hard work, babe?" Liam noted, "I just did the proposing, tomorrow, that’s all gonna be you, babe."
"Hey, you helped a little…" you laughed to him, switching ears, "how’re the boys treating you anyway? Got all your stuff? Suits all ready? Everyone looking handsome, I’m sure…"
"We’re all good, (Y/N). I’ll let you get some rest, okay? See you tomorrow?"
You groaned, getting up from the couch, pacing the floor of your parents bedroom, “I’ll be the one in white,” you smiled, examining features in front of the mirror.
"I really love you, babe," Liam sighed, resting on the phone call a little longer.
"I love you too, Liam," you grinned back, winning, "husband of mine."
Louis - ”And the flowers,” you gasped, “I-I was talking to the florist earlier and he sounded a little unsure on the phone, so-so what if they don’t arrive? W-what if we get to the chapel and we have no flowers? I-I can’t do this, Lou, I…” you crumpled, against his chest where he had arms open to hold you.
"Hey, hey," he murmured, grazing the words across your hairline with his lips, "it’s all gonna be okay, love. I promise. The flowers will be there. Of course they will," he pulled back enough to examine your eyes, "please, just relax, babe. I don’t want to be worrying about you tonight…" he bit down on his bottom lip, "maybe I shouldn’t drive back. I don’t care if it’s bad luck to see each other the night before the wedding. I wanna stay with you tonight, babe…" he dropped his lips to lean in and kiss you, "I just wanna stay with you forever."
"No, no," you groaned, pushing back from his chest, "you’ve gotta go. You’ve gotta get your sisters and bring them in the morning. It’s too… no, you should go, Lou. I’ll…" you sighed, and made it smiling, "I’ll be okay. I promise. I’m just… last-minute freak out’s and all that, I’ll be okay."
"Are you sure?" He took your chin, wide eyes searching.
"I’m sure," you nodded, exhaling a breath.
"I love you," he reminded you again, "and tomorrow is going to be perfect. I’m going to stand up in front of all our friends and family and I’m going to tell them just how much I love you. It’s going to be perfect."
"You’re perfect," you mumbled, resting yourself against his chest again, "you’re perfect, Lou…"
"Not as perfect as you," he dropped his lips to kiss you again, "can never be as perfect as you, babe."
Zayn - you dulled your hand on the towel, dropping it on the counter by the bathroom sink. Reaching up, you ran hands through your damp hair under the lights of the hotel room. The window, open on the other side of the room, shook with a spout of the cool breeze. You smiled against the doorframe until a grunt snapped you, the curtains ruffling until Zayn appeared, slipping under them and falling into the room, finding his way to his feet. “Zayn?!” You squealed, darting over to the white dress hanging against the wall. You hugged it down and hunched over it, faced away from him, “what are you doing here? Oh my God, did you see the dress? Do you have any idea how much bad luck this is? What are you doing here? We’re not meant to be seeing each other… Zayn!”
"Babe," he murmured, closer than you thought he is. He took your waist from behind, and smiled, leaning over your scrunched back, "I’m sorry, okay? I just… needed to see you. And Liam’s roaming the hallway like a prison guard, so I had to take the window… you can put the dress in the bathroom," he kissed at the nape of your neck, "I won’t look. I promise."
"You promise?" You murmured once, feeling him nod into your skin, "okay, then, turn around. I’m gonna put it in there…" you waited a seconds to turn, hurrying your dress into the other room and hanging it up carefully. You stepped back out, "okay," you sighed, facing him.
"Good girl," he grazed the words and stepped towards you, taking your waist again. He leant down to your lips, "I just… really, really needed to see you, babe," he nuzzled his face into your hair and swayed with you, "I just… I wanna be your husband already."
"I know, I just want to hurry up and be your wife," you ran fingers through his hair, "only a little bit to go, though. Just a little bit to go…"
Niall - he readjusted himself so you could lay in closer, snuggling up to his chest and one arm around you, wrapping you, “we should stay like this forever…” he croaked in the dark, before he could clear his throat, “deal?”
You smiled up to see his eyes, “deal,” you murmured softly, fisting one hand over where his heart was beating. You lay together, in the dark with the window open, moon shining in, “and I like this…” you sighed, “I know everyone says we shouldn’t stay together the night before the wedding, but I like this, just… being…”
"It’s nice," Niall kissed your forehead, soft lips moving there sweetly, "it’s how it should always be."
"Can you believe we’re gonna be married tomorrow?" You laughed into the fabric of his t-shirt, inhaling the cologne and aftershave caught between the thread, "it’s so crazy…"
"It is pretty crazy," Niall laughed at the way you did, "but I’m happy… so happy I’ve got you, babe, tomorrow’s gonna be awesome."
"Yeah, it is," you leant up from his chest to find his eyes, smile, lean in to kiss his lips delicately, "it really is…"