One Direction Preferences

Boobs

Liam: At the time it had seemed like a good idea, later on it was a great idea, but quickly after that it was terrible. So you were lucky enough to score really great tickets to one of their London concerts and best of all it was in the second row on the floor. Right in the middle of one of their highest energy songs and everyone was jumping all around. Suddenly the crowd in front of you sort of parted a little just as Liam was right there, singing towards you guys, and you acted on impulse. You reached down and lifted the hem of your shirt up, flashing him successfully. His eyes widened and he stumbled over his words before laughing and winking at you as you tugged your shirt back down. After the show he got you backstage and actually invited you to go home with him that night. Now, yeah, you did have sex with him, but it quickly evolved into more than that which soon made the story of how you met quite an awkward topic that he tried to avoid in any interview where it came up.

Zayn: One thing you never expected to ever see again was Zayn wearing a bra. But there he was in front of you: glasses, wig, fake boobs, and a bra. Veronica the sexy assistant was back. “This is the most attracted I’ve ever been to a girl.” You laughed when you saw him standing there looking down at the extra “skin” on his chest. He reached up to touch them. “They aren’t very realistic feeling, but maybe you should come over here so I can compare them.” He smirked at you, causing you to roll your eyes, but hey, no one was around. Turns out he was right and they didn’t feel anything alike.

Niall: He was a big fan of those lovely lumps on your chest. Occasionally he would even try to get a feel in public which you would quickly swat away. The fans would tease him about it especially after Sean had tweeted a picture of you and Niall together when he’d brought Sean, Darragh, Dylan, and yourself to Spain for a brief holiday. It was a cute-ish picture with your back to his chest and his arms wrapped around you, but his hands were up on your bikini top and he was grinning while you were scowling, clearly not pleased with that version of PDA.

Harry: You’d always felt awkward due to your the size of your chest. One day you’d gone from flatter than flat to your chest blown up like balloons. That had garnered all sorts of bad attention from the boys in your class, constant stares and teasing about it. By the time that you met Harry, you were very much considering a major breast reduction surgery just because you were tired of boys asking you on dates and everything just for your boobs. Harry couldn’t care less about the size of your chest. Whether you were still flat or even bigger than your current size, he didn’t mind because it was the girl behind all of that that truly mattered.

Louis: "You’ve got a great set of tits, Y/N." He slurred late one night as you helped him into his house. "Thanks, Lou, but let’s get you up to bed." Most of his weight was rested on you and you weren’t sure why none of the other people who were just one door over couldn’t have helped you. "No, seriously, Y/N. They’re a work of art; they belong in the Louvre in Paris. No, nevermind, then I couldn’t do this." He reached out and grabbed one. "Louis!" You groaned and pushed him away so that he landed on the bed. "Stop it and go to sleep. We can talk about my masterpieces in the morning, Tommo." He smiled and tucked himself into bed, quickly drifting into the dreamworld.