One Direction Preferences 2.0

Hood

Liam: The hood of his car is warm against your back, almost as warm as Liam’s shoulder against your cheek. His car is parked on the side of the road in some small town way outside of London. “It feels like we’re the only people in the world,” He murmurs against your temple. “It feels like a crazy guy with a saw is about to come kill us,” You say and quickly cuddle closer to Liam. “Way to ruin the romantic mood,” He instinctively pulls you closer to him. You move so that you’re lying across his almost uncomfortable, rock hard chest. You kiss from his neck to his bottom lip and whisper, “I think we can get it back.” Liam starts kissing you, eager for more.

Zayn: He shifts his feet back and forth, the little speech he had prepared especially for this day had vanished from his mind. He had practiced for hours with the boys, Harry playing the role of your father because he was the better actor. But now that Zayn is actually here he’s at a loss. “I know why you’re here,” Your father says suddenly. “I used to think you were the worst thing my daughter could ever date, a hoodlum. But I know better now. You’re a good man, and you treat my girl right. So yes, you have my permission to marry Y/N.” Zayn hurries to shake your dad’s outstretched hand, happier than he’s ever been.

Louis: You’re on the field after Louis’ charity soccer game, waiting for your chance to congratulate him. As soon as he’s done with the press questions he runs straight to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Good game, babe.” You say quietly, hugging him back. “Thanks love.” He smiles down at you, still buzzing with energy from the game. “Whoa,” He says when you give a violent shiver. He sweetly lifts your hood up over your head, and tucks you against his warm side. “C’mon let’s get you warm.” He leads you across the field and the throng of paparazzi and friends follow along.

Harry: “Wear it like this,” You shift the snapback so it sits low over his forehead almost covering his eyes. “Now you’re cool.” Lou is sitting in the van across from you two, sneakily getting her phone ready to start Vining. “Yo yo yo. It’s your boy Harry from da hood. Give me a sick beat,” Harry instructs. You do the worst beat boxing and Harry starts to rap, “I love you. You don’t have the flu. And I like your shoessss!” You guys collapse onto one another in a fit of laughter, unbeknown that Lou was uploading the video to Vine.

Niall: “And over there is where we would play football every Saturday.” He points excitedly to a park, just two streets away from his childhood home. Ireland is every bit as beautiful as Niall had promised it would be, and strolling through his neighborhood hand in hand only added to the beauty. His eyes would light up and his laugh would burst through the quiet little town every time he shared yet another memory, wanting you to know everything. “And here,” He says pulling you so you’re standing chest to chest. “Is where I kissed the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.”

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Got this one from tumblah...My brain is not working today stupid math project and stupid school. why is summer over WHY?

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