One Direction Imagines

#4 Beauty troubles

Louis :
"damn it." You grumbled pouting at your reflection. You had been trying to apply your lipstick for the past hour. You were normally quite proud of your makeup abilities and sometimes caught yourself bragging about them. Yet for some reason today you couldn't get your lipstick to cooperate with you. You hands just wouldn't stop shaking.
You pull out another tissue and do your best to wipe off your pitiful attempt.

        "What are you trying to do?" Louis laughed walking into the room.

        "I can't get mp lipstick right." you groaned crossing your arms over your chest.

        "maybe I can help." He says, and before you can protest he has the lipstick in his hand and he is carefully painting your lips the new colour. "Now I have to make sure I did it right." he says pressing his lips to yours you giggle slightly into the kiss. He leans back, smiles and nods. "You're good."

        "Thanks Lou."

        "Anytime love."

NIALL

       
        "Hey Niall." You walked out of your closet in a pretty deep blue dress. You plannedo n wearing it to a party tonight. The only thing stopping you was you struggle to choose the shoes to wear with your outfit.

        "Silver flats or gold heals?" He looked up from his phone, his beautiful eyes meeting yours, before looking your body up and down. The couldn't really blame him though. The dress complemented your curves perfectly.

        "Niall." you giggled snapping him out of his trance after not recieving a response.

        "What?" He asked looking back up at you.

        "I asked you a question."

        "What was it again princess?"

        "I asked if I should wear the gold heels or silver flats with this dress." You repeated yourself.

        "Wear the flats, I don't like it when you're taller than me. Your hight is perfect the way it is." He says standing up and pecking your lips.

        ZAYN

        You had your legs criss corss sitting on you and Zayn's bed. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were carefully concentrating on your nails. You were determined to recreate a nail art design you had seen on pinterest. Suddenly you were knocked out of your trace when the weight violently shifted on the bed, making you gasp.

        "Zayn." you rolled your eyes attempting to fix the mess.

        "Hey." he said watching you. "Hey." he said again but you decided that now you were going to ignore him and focus on your nails. So you sat painting your nails while you boyfriend practically begged for your attention. Zayn looked at you defeat, relasing that words would not do the trick he moved his hands brushing his fingers lightly against your sides, a squeal escapes your lips. you quickly twisted the the top back on the bottle setting it on the bedside, before feeling your sides under attack again.

        "zayn!" you squealed trying to break away from his grip, but it was no use. You broke into a fit of giggles as he lighlty kissed your neck.

        "I love you y/n." he breathed.

HARRY

                "I just want to peek babe!" Harry whined poking at the towel on your head. You were dying your hair a new colour and it was wrapped up tightly at the moment. You couldn't wait to see how it turned out but you weren't as excited as Harry. 
        "It's almost done Haz. Just give it a few more minutes." you giggled pushing away. Suddenly your phone made a buzzing noise indicating the dye was ready to be washed out, you stood up and walking to the bathroom, but stopped in the doorway when you realised your boyfriend was following. You stood and turned around.

        "Absolutely not Styles." You said knowing what he wanted. "You are not getting in with me."

        "Why not?" He pouted in a childlike manner that made you smile.

        "I won't be long." you prmosied pecking his lips and shutting the door. Just as you had promised after a while you stepped back out. You had washed it out as well as blow dyed your hair so you could immediately see the results and it looked amazing.

        "You look stunning babe." Harry says in awe making you blush.

        "Thanks Harry."

        "How did I get so lucky y/n?" Harry asked.

        "I wonder the same thing." you smiled.

        LIAM

        "LIIIIIIAAAAAMMMMM. Can you help me with something?" You asked from the bar in the kitchen downstairs.

        "What do you need babe?" he asked trotting down the stairs and in to the kitchen.

        "Could you be my model? I need to make someone look like a different person for my makeup class and y/f/n canceled on me." You pleaded outing your lip for effect.

        "Sure thing love." He smiled pecking your cheek and sitting down on the bar stool. "What do you want me to do?" He asked trying to be helpful as always. He loved helping you with your projects.

        "Just sit still, and let me work my magic." you said shuffling through your box of makeup. After about thirty minutes when you felt satisfied with your work you step back studying his face one lasty time before grabbing the mirror and turning it to show him. His expression was shocked for a second before he chuckled.

        "Is that really me?" He asked leaning in to look at his reflection in the mirror.

        "Mhmm." you nodded.

        "Wow." he commented and you beamed proudly. then he looked up at you. "Your turn." he grinned
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