Hairy legs

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Zayn: He sort of had a leg fetish. So that's why you chose that as your revenge. He came home from a short trip around the world with a full-blown beard. At first, it wasn't that annoying, but after a few days you got tired of feeling like you were making out with the carpet. You stopped shaving your legs just for a few days and one night he came home and he noticed, even asking you about it. "Well, I'll shave my legs when you shave your beard, darling." And with that you got up and left the room. You really didn't have to wait long, he walked up to you just a little while later and this time it was his smooth skin instead of a mountain-man beard that touched your cheek.

Niall: It was winter and you were feeling lazy so you just wore long pants and stopped shaving your legs. Niall didn't notice for a while, not until he invited you over and then randomly asked if maybe you'd want to get in the hot tub. Obviously you weren't too sure what to say because how were you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you had stopped shaving your legs and now it was like a jungle and it would just be gross to tell him or let him see. But eventually you had to tell him and he just kind of gave you that look like "um, ok? What about it?" Instead he just suggested that you cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.

Liam: Your team thought it would be good luck in the tournament if none of you shaved anything at all for the entire duration of the regular season and for the big tournament. You explained it to Liam and he understood, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He supported you at all of your games that he could make it to (which was actually most of them). When your team got to the finale of the tournament, he was there cheering you on and when you got the final point, winning the whole thing for your team, he rushed out to greet you and your cheering team mates and school fans. "Yay, Y/N! Does this mean you can shave now!?" He asked when he had you wrapped up in a hug. You laugh and nod, "Of course, Liam."

Louis: He was currently your best friend that you were totally completely in love with him and he didn't really know it. That's why he was visiting you everyday in the hospital while you were there. You'd been in a car accident and had broken your left leg and had a lot of other injuries so you were stuck in the hospital for a while. The worst part was since your leg was broken you couldn't shave it and it was really gross cause it smelled nasty and your leg was getting hairy. You were released and Louis helped you around and he'd get you stuff whenever you needed it so you wouldn't have to get up. He was there for you when you got it off and the putrid jungle was exposed. "Ew! Nasty, Y/N! Don't you bathe?" He joked. "Nope! Not at all!" You joke back. "I love you, Y/N!" He laughed but the joking was over. "I really do love you." He leaned forward and kissed you. "Truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly completely falling." "Love you too, Lou."

Harry: It was a dare that turned into a bet. "I bet that I can go longer without shaving my legs than you can go without shaving your face." That's the bet that you proposed to Harry. So far it had been three weeks and your legs were getting really annoying and it was awful because the weather was starting to warm up and all you wanted was to wear shorts. Harry, on the other hand, had only a bit of stubble on his jawline. It was actually kind of sexy. In an effort to get him to break, you told him he couldn't kiss you until he shaved and in return he told you that you two wouldn't be having sex if your legs were like that. Three weeks - three whole weeks - you'd gone without almost any form of sexual contact and you were going insane. Of course Haz was being a tease and walking around the house naked. Every now and then he'd stretch and let out a moan, leaving me wanting him more than before. So after he let out a moan and licked his lips while staring straight at you, you stood up and ran to your bathroom. You stepped in the shower and shaved your legs as quickly as you could without destroying them and then dried yourself off and ran back out to him. "You win, Harry. You win, you jerk!" "Where's my prize?" He lifted an eyebrow and watched you walking towards him. "Right here." And you straddled his lap, kissing him roughly.

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