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He paints your nails

Louis: “Today, dah-ling, we are going for the sexy rock chick look.” Louis drawled, waving the hand with the black polish brush around. You grinned at him, watching as he slowly painted a stripe up your left thumb.  He glanced up at you. “Stop staring! I’m losing my mojo.” you snickered, closing your eyes. His warm hand circled yours, thumb gently stroking circles as he painted your nails. His grip was firm, and you felt safe with your hand in his. “You’re good at this, Lou.” you murmured. “Ever the tone of surprise.” he quoted, bending down to kiss your hand. You opened one eye, watching as he slowly painted a tiny yellow lightening bolt on your thumb. “That’s hardly sexy rock chick!” you laughed. He put the cap on the bottle then took your face in his hands. “I’d prefer my sexy little nerd to a rock chick any day.”

Liam: His tongue was poking out slightly from the side of his mouth, face pursed in concentration. He’d taken forever with the base coat, a pearly pink, and was now painting crooked whiskers and noses on each thumb. “Meow.” he whispered as he twisted the top back on the bottle. You smiled, wiggling your fingers at him. “No! Don’t touch anything! I don’t want them to smudge!” you rolled your eyes. “Liam, I think they’re-” “Nope!” he interrupted, leaning down to kiss your nose. “I’m not risking the destruction of my masterpieces.” you looked at the wonky, slightly smudgey nails. In a way, they were better than any manicure.”You’re right. They are masterpieces.”

Niall: He painted from right to left. The cherry red polish Niall had purchased especially for you was now smudged and smeared all across your toes, and his hand. Niall looked up at you, slightly forlorn. “What happened?” his face was so sad you couldn’t help but laugh. “Um…you painted the wrong way. And didn’t give it time to dry. And touched the wet paint. And-” he placed his hand over your mouth, laughing as well. “How do girls do this stuff? Its so girly!” you shrugged, kissing his hand. He grinned wider. “I reckon they still look good though, eh babe?” you shrugged. “If this was a horror movie about a murderer with a foot fetish…” he scowled. You leant down and kissed him. “Kidding. You did good.”

Harry: You wiggled your toes appreciatively, taking in the rainbow of colour. He hadn’t been able to decide which polish was his favourite, so he’d painted every single finger and toe differently.  Harry held the brush in the tip of his long fingers, smoothly guiding it up and down your nails. He finished off with your favourite pink, then looked up at you shyly. “Do they look ok?” you frowned. “I don’t know…that blue is a bit bright…” his face clouded over. “I knew it! I’ll do it again. What colour? Not the green, it’ll clash wi-” you placed a finger over his lips, laughing. “They’re perfect and adorable.”

Zayn: 45 minutes in, and he was only just on your last finger. You sighed. “Is the blindfold necessary?” Zayn laughed. “Completely.” you sighed again, tapping your free hand. The pressure on your hand lifted, and you could hear him screwing the bottle shut. Then Zayn’s nimble fingers reached up and untied your blindfold. You raised you hands and gasped. Each nail was painted with a geometric building pattern, so that when next to each other they formed a city skyline. “Wow!” you said, turning to Zayn. “They’re beautiful” he blushed and lowered his head, looking up at you through his lashes. “Not as beautiful as you.”

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