Niall: "Let me try, it looks fun!" he exclaims, reaching for the shiny tube of red. "Niall," you roll your eyes and hand it to him anyway. "I got this," he assures you,attempting to uncap the lipstick. "You can't even get the cap off," you laugh, watching as he finally manages to do so. "Shh," he laughs, twisting it up. "I got this." You fight back giggles as he applies the color to your lips with immense focus. You'd never seen him so focused. "Got it!" he raises his arms in the air and lets out a victorious cheer. You raise your eyebrow and glance in the mirror. "Not bad," you laugh, surprised he'd gotten the lines so perfect. "Not bad? You mean, AMAZING," he laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Zayn: "Let me do it," he looks up from his book and raises an eyebrow. "Do what?" you pause with the lipstick inches from your lips. "Let me put your lipstick on for you," he closes the book and walks closer. "Why?" He shrugs and takes the tube of pink. "Well, I think lipstick is sexy and," he carefully begins to trace your lips in color. "I'm going to kiss it off anyway, so if it sucks, we'll fix it." You laugh as he finishes and glance in the mirror. "Not bad, babe," you muse, deliberately smudging the corner with your fingertips. "Oh, looks like it got messed up. You'll have to kiss it off and redo it."
Harry: "Is that fun?" he asks with genuine curiosity as you apply mascara to your eyelashes. "I mean, putting that stuff on?" You shrug and take out your lipstick. "Kind of, to me. I mean, it's very relaxing," you admit with a smile. "Here, want to try?" He takes the lipstick, eyes wide with confusion. "You want me to wear lipstick? I think I'll pa-" he goes to hand it back to you. "No," you laugh. "Put it on me." He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "That sounds like something I can do," he leans closer to you with the lipstick tube in his palm. "Oh, but first, gotta prep the lips," he whispers, his lips meeting yours.
Louis: "I can't believe I'm letting you do this," you laugh, watching him unearth the contents of your makeup bag onto the counter. "Oh, come on, it'll be great," he laughs, grabbing a tube of peach lipstick from the counter. You two had been unbelievably bored on the tour bus and so, Louis had found your makeup bag and decided THIS was the best way to fight boredom. "Here we go," he tries to apply the lipstick to your pout but frowns. "Not close enough, need to focus," he smiles, leaning closer so he's just about straddling you on the sofa. "Christ, if you wanted to do this you didn't have to make up some bull excuse about killing boredom with makeup," you laugh, leaning up to kiss him instead.
Liam: "This is so hard, how do girls do this?" he muses, trying to apply the lipstick to your pout with extreme concentration. You can't really answer him--your lips are being used as a canvas--so you make some sort of indecisive noise. "Wow, this looks, um," he laughs a little bit and steps back. "Christ, I look like a clown on crack," you exclaim, staring into the mirror. You both burst into laughter and he picks the lipstick up again. "I need another try," you roll your eyes but agree. "Damn, I don't have makeup remover with me." He shrugs and leans in. "I'll kiss it off, then."
