One Direction Preferences

On vocal rest.

On vocal rest.

Harry: He wiggles his fingers, his arms outstretched in your direction. You tilt your head to the side from your spot in the kitchen, unable to comprehend what he's asking for. His hands pat against his chest three times before he stretches his arms towards you again. "Are you asking me to come to you?" You ask, your eyes squinting in thought. He's quick to nod his head. You let out a hearty laugh as you walk towards him, your hands resting on your hips. "What? Make it quick or I'm going to burn our dinner." His hands wrap around your torso, tugging you closer to him until you fall onto his lap. His grip on you tightens and he rests his forehead on your shoulder, exhaling a content sigh.

Liam: Quick to shake his head, he stuck his tongue out in distaste. Not wanting to leave him alone at home, you dragged him to the mall for some spring shopping. After perusing the many racks of clothes, you grabbed a couple of shirts, a dress, and two pairs of boots before entering the dressing room. "No?" You asked, spinning in another small circle. This time, his index finger was tapping his chin in thought. His head tilted from side to side after a moment. "So yes?" He simply shrugged his shoulders, an unsure half smile spreading across his face. "You're absolutely no help, Liam!" You concluded with a laugh before reentering the dressing room.

Louis: "I can't read lips, Lou, you know that!" You exclaimed with a laugh. He had been trying to tell you something for the past five minutes and you just couldn't get it. Again, he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair. He held an index finger towards you, telling you to hold on for a minute, before he sprinted into the kitchen to grab a Post-It note and pen. He plopped back beside you on the sofa, quickly scribbling on the paper. Once finished, he handed you the Post-It with a prominent smile on his face. "I love you. And can we get Oreos and milk? And I love you again," You read the note aloud, another laugh leaving your lips. "Yes, we can have Oreos." You answered, pressing your lips against his. "And I love you too."

Niall: Setting the remote down, he slowly moved towards the television, his hands resting on the DVD player. He made sure his eyes stayed connected with yours the whole time, ready to replay his movements the second a hint of confusion crossed your face. He then pointed towards the couch, his fingers then pointing to you, then himself. Slowly, you nodded your head. "You want to sit on the couch.." He nodded his head. "And you want to watch movies on the DVD player?" Again, he nodded with more enthusiasm. You smiled proudly. "Okay, what movie?" His mouth dropped, an imaginary groan leaving his lips. It had taken a good fifteen minutes for you to register what he wanted, picking out a movie would more than likely take double the amount. A sheepish laugh left your lips before you cried out, "I'm sorry! I'm no good at charades!"

Zayn: "Are you trying sign language, or?" You questioned. His hands were twirling all over the place, some of his fingers sticking out while others were curled inward. It was like he was trying to say something, but you couldn't understand what. He was quick to shake his head. Again, his hands flew about. "Zayn, I really don't have the slightest clue on what you're trying to tell me." Letting out a short sigh of defeat, he moved to sit on the sofa. You followed suit, your brain still trying to comprehend his previous hand movements. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Goosebumps rose throughout your body as you felt his lips rest against your skin in the form of short butterfly kisses. You never did find out what he was trying to tell you.