One Direction Preferences

#13 - Hide & Seek

Niall: "Hmm, where could Y/N be?" Niall says, standing right in front of you. You move the branches of the bush to see his feet. Placing a hand over your mouth, you shut your eyes tight giving every ounce of your might to not give away your hiding place. Although you thought it was clever, Niall found you almost immediately.

You sneak around the bush, getting up and running from him, giving yourself up.

You catch a glimpse of the smirk on Niall's face as you zoom past him. "Found you, love." He says once he reaches you. He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. Meanwhile, you're laughing as you try to escape Niall's grasp. There was that slight possibility that you could get away and hide again. You give up after a while of squirming.

Moments like this with Niall were the things that kept you smiling throughout the good times, and even the bad times, you remained smiling.

Harry: "48...49...50! Ready or not, here I come!" You hear Harry call, his british accent echoing off the walls of your flat.

Smirking, you think of how he'll probably never be able to find you. You stare at the top of the bed, hoping that Harry will never check under there.

A few minutes pass and you are still yet to be discovered.

"Wow you're good at this." He compliments, searching in every closet you own.

You sneak a peek from under the bed, seeing Harry's bare feet moving away from you.

"I give up!" He announces as his feet turn in a circle, letting you know wherever you were that he surrenders.

You manage to crawl out, unnoticed by Harry.

You take this opportunity to scare him, grinning to yourself.

Tip toeing, you be as quiet as possible before whispering in his ear, "I win."

Harry jumps, turning around.

He makes a pouty face from his loss.

"I let you win." He snorts at you, shrugging.

"Sure ya did, Styles, sure." You wink before facing the wall and starting to count for round two.

Louis: You look high and low looking for Louis, determined to spot him at any second. Shockingly, he was very good at hide and seek for his age.

"Where are you?" You say to yourself.

Suddenly, you hear a laugh coming from behind the couch.

You smirk, nodding as you slowly walk over there, ready to see him.

You stick your head behind the couch saying, "Caught you!" But your grinning face turns to confusion as you realize he's not there.

"Boo!" Lou yells, making you scream with fright.

"Where were you hiding!?" You're settled down when your screams were mixed in with laughter.

"Psh, like I'm gonna tell you." He sasses you.

You shake your head disapprovingly, before knocking him over with a hug.

Liam: You watch as Liam frantically searches around for your five year old daughter. He looked just about everywhere, and since she was so small, she could fit in the oddest places.

You tried your hardest to keep your laughs to a minimum. You had helped your daughter find her hiding spot, putting both of your minds together you found the perfect place, somewhere he'd never even think of looking.

"Where are ya babe?" He calls for her, when he suddenly goes by her hiding spot.

As he's about to check the cabinet she's in, she opens it and screams, "Hi daddy!"

Liam abruptly moves back, smiling at her.

Your daughter flashes a smile, showing her teeth. One of them in missing and she liked to remind people that she had loosen a tooth.

"There you are!" He grins, taking her into his hands to set her down on the kitchen tiles. Her toes curl up at the coldness of the floor.

"Good job, Daddy." She hugs his waist, looking up at him. He picks her up and rests her on his hip, embracing you both in a hug.

Zayn: "You can't hide forever, Y/N!" Zayn calls, his voice getting closer to you.

You put your hands together and pray that he won't open the closet door and find you huddled up in the back, surrounded by clothes. You tried to make yourself blend in, but that obviously didn't work since Zayn opened the closet as a grin appeared on his face.

"Dang it," you say in defeat. Crawling out of the closet to hug him tightly.

"You got lucky." You tease, centimeters away from Zayn's stubbled face.

He smashes his lips into yours, kissing you passionately.

You pull away, running off to hide again, laughing as you hear Zayn's groan behind you.