One Direction: Preferences and Imagines (Tumblr)

Lazy Day

Publishing it early because I'm in a good mood :) xD love you Directioners

Harry: "I'm gonna be late...," Harry's muffled voice seemed to reverberate around the room, low and gravely and deep with sleep. "You don't care," you giggled, tracing a hand up his spine, "If you did, then you would've left," you murmured quietly by his ear, cuddling closer into his chest. "Looks like we're going to have ourselves a lazy day, then," Harry chuckled, turning over in bed with an arm wrapped around your waist. "Management won't be happy...," you sing-songed, biting your lip with a happy smile. It was a rare occasion when you got Harry all to yourself. "If you cared about management, you would've let me leave," Harry winked, kissing your nose and letting you both slip off into a sleepy haze.

Niall: "C'mere, babe," Niall chuckled, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the living room, "I'm going to teach you how to play Fifa." You rolled your eyes and sat down on the couch with a grunt. "Seriously? We both have a day off and you're going to make me spend it learning how to play Fifa, of all things?" Niall smiled, nodding his head vigorously like a happy puppy. "You betcha," he grinned, tossing you a control, "You're going to be a natural. I'm sure of it." You scoffed, picking it up, "What makes you say that?" Niall looked at you with a cocked eyebrow, "Are you serious? Your competitiveness? Two seconds into this and you're going to be screaming you're going to kick my ass." You started pressing buttons manically, "Because I will."

Zayn: "What are you making for me, gorgeous?" Zayn murmured low by your ear, arms wrapping around your waist and thumbs rubbing slow circles on your hip bones. "French toast," you giggled, still in nothing but his boxers and a big teeshirt from the night before. "Sounds perfectly," he huskily smiled, kissing your cheek before stepping away to turn up the radio. "OooooOOoo... that lazy love," Zayn started humming along to the R&B hits, his croony voice spreading throughout the entire flat. You looked over at him, in nothing but his plaid pajama pants, shuffling around for some plates for the both of you. You loved it when Zayn sang like that... not for a stage, or for a record, but just for you... Quiet croonings and riffs in the kitchen. Just for you.

Liam: "[Y/N]!" Liam's voice echoed throughout the apartment, "Let's go!" "Where are we going?" You looked down from the top of the stairs, "I'm not dressed for much, babe." Liam shook his head, taking the stairs two at a time until he reached you. "You're dressed perfectly, gorgeous," he smiled, going over to cup your cheek and kiss your nose. "We're going for a drive." You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Where are we driving?" He smiled, shrugging his shoulders and looking like an excited kid, "I don't really know. But we're just going to drive, okay? Like, who cares where. But let's just head towards the country...," he trailed off, kissing you gently, "...and see where we end up, yeah?" You pulled away, smiling, "You got it."

Louis: You shuffled on the couch, your backside growing numb from being in the same position for a few hours. You looked around the living room, seeing nothing but take-out containers and wrappers from various sweets. You were cuddled up between Louis' legs, the both of you having sworn to shut your phones off and spend an entire day just the two of you. You obliged, thinking it was just Louis' way of getting some all day, but instead, he insisted on the two of you watching movies and eating junk food all day. "I like this...," he murmured quietly, playing with your hair, "I like this a lot. Just... just us." You chuckled, finding his hand and interlocking your fingers, giving them a light squeeze. "I love this, Lou. Just the two of us."