One Direction: Preferences and Imagines (Tumblr)

He finds out something embarrassing about you

Niall: You're not so much embarrassed of the scars decorating your arm, it's just that Niall doesn't have them, Niall couldn't possibly understand, Niall is famous, Niall is happy. So you cover them up with hoodies, long sleeve shirts, jackets, make up. And when he finds them, your pyjama sleeve having ridden up during the night, the moonlight falling over the raised white lines, he's positively distraught, silent tears slipping down his cheeks, kissing you gently awake, promising to love you and care for you for the rest of his life.

Harry: You've managed to hide most of your fan girl life from Harry, but when he comes home with you for the first time, you forget to pull down all the posters, so you find yourself cringing back into his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut as his chest rumbles with laughter, One Direction's faces plastered over every spare space you could find. "Sorry," you mumble, "I'm really sorry, I was going to take it all down but I forgot and it's stupid and you probably think I'm annoying and only with you for the fame, but I'm not, I'm really not, I just like your band and -" "Shh," he smiles down at you, finger across your lips, stopping the flow of words, replacing them with his own, "I love you."

Liam: "Liam?" "Mmm?" He's half asleep, face nuzzled into your shoulder, but you're wide awake, staring into the darkness. "Can we - Do you think - Would it be okay if I - erm - turned a light on?" His eyelashes brush over your skin as he opens his eyes, peering up at you, although you can't see him through the thick blackness pressing down on you, making you feel like you're suffocating. He's quiet for a few seconds, and you shrink away slightly, worried he's laughing at you, but warm lips press to your neck, keeping you still, "Sure, babe. I'll do it. Give me a minute." His body untangles from yours, and you force yourself not to reach for him, dragging him back to you for safety. He's quick, the hallway light flicking on, and the air leaves your lungs in a relived huff, finally able to see your surroundings. Liam returns to bed, nuzzling back into you, and you kiss his hair, "Thank you." "Anytime."

Louis: "Okay," Louis' crouched in front of the glass cabinet filled with movies, and you're sprawled out across the couch, wrapped in blankets, admiring the way his muscular shoulder blades are stretching his t-shirt. "I've got all four Paranormal Activities, Smiley, Saw, Texas Chainsaw Massacre -" "Can we not watch a scary movie?" He looks back at you, eyebrows raised, and you curl up into a ball, "I just - they're scary." He smiles, sinking forward onto his knees. "That's kind of the point, babe." "Yeah, but, I don't sleep for a week afterward." "It's fake." "I know, but," you sigh, "still." He tilts his head, biting his lip to stop the grin, but grabs a different movie instead, slipping the disc into the DVD player before settling down next to you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap. "You're cute." You sink into the cushions, smiling into the blanket you've got wrapped around yourself, "You're cuter, Tomlinson." He kisses your check, "You're cutest."

Zayn: Zayn's lying on his front with his head hanging off the bed, bored out of his mind while you try to finish a paper, but you're interrupted by a curious, "What's this?" You look up to find him rolling over and sitting up, holding a soft, well worn bear that you'd had since you were little. You blush immediately, and grab it from him, "It's nothing." "You sleep with a soft toy?" You shake your head, looking pointedly back to your laptop. "No." "Are you sure?" he presses, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Yes." "Absolutely positive?" You hesitate, and feel him grinning into your neck, "It's fine if you do. It just means that your bear is going to have to go out of business soon." You look over, brow furrowed, "Why?" He smiles up at you, kissing your jaw, eyes sparkling, "You've got me to cuddle instead."