One Direction Preferences

Your cute moment

Liam: “Babe, come on and let’s get this over with.” you shout, grabbing your Ipod from the table. “Yeah babe, let’s go.” he says, jogging down the stairs with his own Ipod. Liam had asked you to go for a jog with him, and you said yes. You had never been big much on running, but for Liam, you would try anything. “Ok, let’s start running.” you say, but he stops you, and says “Babe we need to stretch out first.” You frown, but then start to stretch out your legs, watching him do the same. “babe you’re stretching, not watching me.” he scolds softly and you blush, looking at the ground now, stretching out now. “Ready?” he asks, already starting to run. “Yeah.” you call, running after him. He leads you through the neighborhood. He ends up at the park, and you run beside him. Focused on your Ipod, and trying not to fall, you don’t see him jump over a small bump in the trail, so you end up tripping over it, falling on your face. “Son of a- but you cover your mouth, seeing little kids around. You bring your knee to your chest, and look at the blood covered knee. Liam stops and runs back to you. “Babe you ok?” he asks kneeling down removing his head phones. You shake your head and say “It hurts… a lot.” he smiles and scoops you up and starts for home. “Here babe.” he says, placing a washcloth on it, cleaning it out, then he places a band aid on it. “Feel better?” he asks, and you shake your head outing your lips. “Kiss it.” you say and he laugh and kisses your knee “Better?” he asks again and you smile “Much.” “Good, cause we still ahve to finish our run.” he laughs and helps you up, taking you back outside where he jogs slowly next to you.

Niall:Babe, are you home?” Niall calls. You had been home for a while, but you didn’t answer, you couldn’t answer. You had had the worst day possible. You had woken up late, forgotten your presentation, and your college professor had yelled you out in front of the whole class because you had tried to correct him. “Babe?” He calls again and you can hear the tiredness in his own voice and you finally respond “Bedroom!” You pull the blanket up to your nose and wait a few moments before his blonde hair pierces the door frame. “Hey love, are you sick?” he asks, sitting on the bed next to you. And with a head shake he frowns and asks “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” you mumble and he sighs. “It’s just one of those days. Can I just go to sleep please?” He nods and turns the light off, and you fall asleep, only to wake up what you assume to be a few hours later. With a sigh you get up not wanting to worry Niall. You walk down the dark stairs and see him at the kitchen table. “Hey love you feel better?” he asks and you fake a smile and nod. “Good. Oh do you mind getting me a water from the fridge please?” he asks and you give the same nod. You grab the water, but something catches your attention. On the fridge door, is a bright post-it note that reads “Smile beautiful.” A small smile brushes your lips and you look up to him. “Thanks love.” you say, walking over handing him the water bottle and he smiles. “Thought you could use it, since something was getting you down.” “It was perfect. Thank you.” you say and kiss him softly. “Maybe I should leave note more often eh?” He teases and you nod “You should.” and with that he kisses you again and you cling to him and the note, feeling a million times better.

Harry:“Harry, you can’t do that!” you shout as Harry pushes you off the couch, trying to mess up your game. You were playing Halo, and you hadn’t been killed yet. You had killed Harry several times, which made him very unhappy. “Come on babe.” you say, frowning, sitting up, still playing the game. “Not fair babe!” He says as you kill him again. With a laugh, you focus on the screen and slay him once more. “This is complete bullshit.” he says, dropping the controller, folding his arms like an upset child. “Oh my gosh you’re such a baby.” you tease and he sticks his tongue out at you. “Really Harry? Your’e going to be like this?” you ask, setting your own controller down. “Yes.” he says still pouting. “Fine, you pick the game, and we’ll see who wins at that. Fair?” he nods and gets up picking Mario Cart. “You’re going down, I hope you know that.he says starting the game. With the controller in your hand you focus on the screen, but look at him long enough to stick your tongue at him. “Three races right?” you ask and he nods. “Yep winner takes all.” You smile and win the first race easily. “This is all mine.” you mutter, cracking your fingers, and he rolls his eyes. “Just give it up Harry.” you say, starting the next race. He doesn’t answer, but instead slips a banana in front of your car. “Jerk!” you yell laughing quietly. He smiles and crosses the finish line first. “Oh yeah!” he exclaims as you frown. “Lucky race.” you say and he smirks starting the last race. You were winning, and he was trying his best and it was the last lap. You were just about to cross the finish line when you stop and let everyone pass him, then Harry who was in last place passes you, finishing the race. “What’d you do that for?” he asks setting the controller down. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” you smile at him and he smiles. “Thanks babe.” “Welcome.” you say brushing his lips and he smiles “Guess I’m the best.” You laugh softly and nod “Yes Harry, you’re the best.”

Zayn:“Zayn. Zayn. Zayn…” you say, poking his sleeping cheek with each time you say his name. “Poke me one more time, and I’ll bite your finger off.” he threatens grumpily. “Oh, is someone still asleep?” you tease and he groans. “Please let me sleep Y/N.” “Fine.” you say with one last cheek poke, and he sits up “Alright, that’s it.” He says, sitting up, and grabbing your hand, biting your finger softly. “Hey!” you shout pretending to be hurt. “Yeah yeah.” he laughs before laying back down, and pulling a blanket up to his chin. “Fine.” you mutter back. He falls back to sleep, and you’re unbelievably bored. “Wonder if he’ll notice.” you say to yourself eyeing your pink make-up case. You smile evilly and pull out some eye shadow, “This will look very nice on you.” you chuckle to yourself, brushing a baby blue on his eyelids. “And yes, this one.” you say, twisting a red lip stain applying it to his lips gently. “Y/N?” he asks and you freeze “Y/N?” he asks again, slightly opening his eyes “Go back to sleep love.” you soothe and he nods “Ok, love you muah.” he yawns sleepily, falling back to sleep. With another snicker, you place some eyeliner on his already dark eyes and smile proud of your work„ you take a picture and post it to twitter. Automatically, his phone starts to blow up with texts from the boys. “The hell?” he asks, looking at his phone, as you try to contain your laughter. “Babe.” he says sternly, “Yes?” you answer. “Why is Harry calling me pretty?” “Uhm, I - I dunno babe.” you say stifling a laugh. He groans and looks in the reflection of his phone “You’re so dead now.” he says and you burst out laughing. “But you’re so pretty.” you plead and he stops and starts to laugh. “Not as pretty as you though.” and you smile “Aweh thanks, do I really look nice?” you ask, not having done any of your make up yet. “Yep.” he laughs and your hands fly to you face and you run to the mirror, and see that your face has make up, just terribly done make up. “Zayn!” you shout, and he’s laughing hard. You walk back to the bed pouting and he smiles “Even?” and you nod “Even.” he smiles and kisses your lips, and cheek, leaving a lip print on your cheek.

Louis:“Louis!” You scream, holding your two year old daughter in your arms. “What!” He shouts back, not taking his eyes off the television screen. “Louis.” You say voice stern. With a loud sigh, he gets up and comes to the kitchen and asks “Yes, dearest loves, what can I help you with?” “Uhm, Y/D/N wants to know if you’ll play with her.” He frowns and takes her from your arms. “You sure you want to play with biting old me?” He asks, slipping into his shoes and she nods and giggles. “Ok, go get your ball and we’ll go play in the yard.” He says setting her down and pats he butt sending her in the way to her room. “Want to come along?” He asks, wide grin on his lips. You tap your chin and after a second nod. “Yeah sure, why not?” And he smiles as Y/D/N comes back with her ball, and smiles “Mummy’s coming?” She asks and Louis nods placing a jacket on her. You walk out into your yard, and start to kick the ball around. After a good hour, Y/D/N is tired and you put he in bed, but when you walk down stairs, Louis did still outside. “What are you doing?” You ask and he smiles “I’m not done playing, come on a little one on one?” You smirk and nod, never missing the opportunity to challenge him. “You’re going down, and when I win, you’re doing the dishes.” He laughs and starts to run and dribble the ball slowly with his feet ” When I win, I say we go play a little in our bedroom.” You shake your head and steal the ball from him, running away, as he chases you. You were now tied and he was chasing after you once again, then you steppe wrong, and fell and he tripped after you. You both laugh and as he gets off of you he pulls you up and scoops you up. “Louis, I’m fine.” You say, not feeling any pain, but he shakes his head “Don’t want to chance it.” He says going to your bedroom. You smile and sigh “Fine, but you’re still doing the dishes.” He laughs and nods “Of course babe, of course.” Then kisses your lips, setting you on the bed before going to do the dishes.