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»→25. He walks in on you changing.

Liam

And this is is ou- holy molly! you hear him fumbling with his phone but eventually dropping it , dropping it, assuming that the keek has stopped recording and he's preparing to start a new one. he covers his eyes with his hands " i'm so sorry Y/N i'm so so sorry , i was just recording the house to send it to my mum i'm sorry ." you look at him smirking he looked like a tomato He said sorry once again and then closed the door before rushing out of the room .

Niall

"Holy shit." You see him mouth the words in the mirror, his fair cheeks flooding with a deep pink when he realizes you've seen him staring at you. His mouth opens and shuts several times before the words finally come to his tongue and he begins to speak rapidly, stammering as his eyes blink repeatedly while he tries to maintain eye contact through the mirror. You giggle softly and turn around, but his blush just grows deeper when he tries to keep his eyes from trailing to your chest. "I..I was just going to tell you that our reservations are in an hour and we don't want to be late.. You know, since it's our first anniversary and all and it would look really bad to arrive late to a restaurant, especially since the press will be there and I'm in one direction and-" He realizes he's rambling and cuts himself off, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment as the blush spreads to the tops of his ears. "It's okay, Niall ." You smile, walking over to hug him and chuckling softly when you hear his intake of breath and feel his rapid heartbeat against your ear. "I don't mind being a little late." Your lips brush against his ear and it's only seconds before they're are pressed against his.  

Harry 

" Babe have you seem m-" he trails of   and you watch his jaw slacken in the mirror as his eyes trail up and down your body  you watch his jaw slacken in the mirror as his eyes trail up and down your body. They skim over your calves, up your thighs and rest on your bum for a moment before moving past up your back and across the smooth curves of your waist before finally trailing up high enough to meet your eyes in the mirror. "Whoops," He smirks at your blushing face, walking further in to the bedroom until he's close enough for his hands to brush across your waist. The roughness of his calloused fingertips sends shivers up your spines and you're blushing furiously as you debate whether to yell or kiss him senselessly. Your mind is made up as soon as his lips attach to your neck and press soft kisses that trail up towards your jaw, his slight stubble tickling your skin as his lips move north. "Don't drag it out, Hazz. Just kiss me already."