He Finds Out You Have A Hidden Talent
Harry - "Babe, have you seen my... whoa, what are you doing?" You wheeled around, pricking back the tattoo needle you had centered on your friends forearm. Harry smiled, and walked forwards.
"You're a tattooist?" He smirked as he perched on the edge of the couch.
"No," you blushed, "I just do this sometimes... for friends... I learned how to ages ago, and I have my own kit, and..." the tip of Harry's smirk was raised, "why are you so happy about this?"
"Because," Harry rolled up the sleeve of his Ramones t-shirt and bent slightly, "I'm next, right?"
Liam - you almost dropped the shampoo bottle as you spun. "What's so good about picking up the pieces?" You sang, top of your lungs, eyes blinking under the crescent flow of hot water, not caring who heard you because you knew Liam was at rehearsal. "None of the colours ever light up anymore in this hole.... oh!"
"Um... babe?" You almost slipped over the stream as Liam surprised you.
"You... I thought you were at rehearsal," you peered around the wall of the shower, biting your lip.
"No, but maybe you should be," Liam smiled and pressed dry to lips to yours, "you can sing, baby girl, I had no idea."
Louis - his eyes peeled open in the middle of the night, lids encouraged by the soft lamp light to ease back and allow him to blink before you. He nuzzled his face into the pillow before raising himself up on an elbow to look at you, your body bent over a drawing pad, hand furiously dancing along the white page.
"What are you doing, love?" His voice hadn't yet fallen from his dream, "can't sleep or something?"
You turned, and smiled, "sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you..."
"S'okay," he leant back, pillow like a half moon around his head, "I didn't know you could draw..."
You shrugged, "I stopped for a while. I'm just getting back into it now, it's just something I do for me."
"You're really good," you felt Louis's chin slip, resting in the crook of your elbow, "like, really good, I had no idea."
Zayn - as your eyes grazed the shelf of the pantry, you heard the front door swing. You carried two cans of corn and a can of chopped tomatoes from their place behind the cereal to the countertop where you were preparing dinner, humming to yourself, waiting for the oil to heat up in the frying pan. "Hey love," Zayn poked his head around the doorframe.
"Hey, you," you poked your tongue out at him. His feet met the stairs and you listened to him on the way up, picking up the cans and juggling them in your hands to pass the time. You threw them a little higher each time, the light aluminium bouncing on the pads of your hands with each toss.
"By the way, babe... hey!" Zayn slid into the kitchen, surprising you and making you drop the cans. You skipped up to keep them from hitting your feet. "You can juggle?" Zayn stepped towards you, picking up the cans and dropping them onto the counter.
"Uh, yeah, it's no big deal," you mumbled, shadow a smirk.
"Yeah, when Haz does it... but when you do it, it's awesome," Zayn held you arms, "you're awesome."
Niall - "Okay, okay..." Niall slurred a little, and you reeled back with your own beer, wondering whose idea it had been to get drunk on the living room floor in the first place, "I dare you to... do a back flip," Niall smirked, knowing how clumsy you were and how impossible it would be.
"Oh, yeah?" You cocked an eyebrow, dropping your beer as you stood. His eyes followed you around the couch, as you moved to the back of it, enough space around you to move.
"Yeah, and if you can't," Niall grinned, "we go get food. But if you can, you get food and I starve." Your eyes glazed over the smug expression on his face, before you let out a low breath and flung your body backwards, palms attaching to the floor before slipping around, your legs coming down and landing. You raised your body upwards and smiled, head a little dizzy from the spin.
"Are you... how did you..." Niall laughed, rushing over to you.
"Just a little something I learnt how to do ages ago," you shrugged, walking back to your beer, "oh, and hey, babe, I think I might go Nando's tonight..."
QOTD: What's your favorite 1950s rock song?
A: Shout- Shout!
