One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

you wear something of his

Louis: His ‘The Who' Tee
"What’s this?" Louis pipes from behind, making you jump in your skin at his sudden presence. You gave him a warm smile, tucking a falling strand of hair behind your ear, gently stirring the metal spoon along the bottom of the ceramic tea cup. His heavy footsteps trailed to your spot at the kitchen counter, his arms snaking around your waist from behind. Resting his head on your shoulder, he exhaled slowly, taking in the familiar scent of your blossom shampoo. "This shirt is as soft as I remember." Louis teases you, his hands gently gripping the fabric between his fingers. Carefully picking up one steaming cup of tea, you quietly offered it to him with a chaste kiss. A child-like smile toyed on his lips, his chestnut bed-hair making undeniably sexy at the same time. "And tea with my favorite girl? Couldn’t ask for a better start of the day."

Zayn: His Leather Jacket 
"Are you ready, babe?" your boyfriend calls from the living room, a ping of excitement rushing through your veins. It was date night for the two of you, and he had chosen to take you ice skating as a wintery outing. Quickly securing the beanie over your head, you walked out of the bedroom and into the den to greet him. Just as Zayn caught sight of you, he couldn’t hold back the humorous smirk playing on his full pink lips. "You’ll be warm in that jacket, yeah?" he cheekily questions you, referring to his ‘borrowed’ leather jacket that loosely hung on your torso. A mischievous smirk toyed on your lips as you breathed in his scent from the clothing. "As much as I want to deny it; you look unbelievably sexy in that jacket, babe."

Niall: His Grey Sweatpants
Curled up on the couch, you mindlessly flipped through the channels and searched for something good to watch. “I’ll be there in a minute!” Niall hollered from the bedroom, followed my the sound of the dresser drawers squeaking open. Since it was movie night, the both of you decided to slip into something loose and comfortable; your choice being an old t-shirt and Niall’s cozy grey sweats. You’ve always liked how they looked on him, so being a little cheeky you decided to sneak into them for once. You picked some random movie, tossing the remote aside and Niall strode into the den. His blue eyes scanned your body as you lazily laid strung across the cushions, his gaze falling upon his favorite pair of sweats. A smirk spread across his lips as he snuggled up into your side on the sofa, his hands fisting the grey fabric adorning your legs. “I wonder where you got these from,” he grinned, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You laughed as he nibbled at the base of your neck, his body gently moving to straddle your legs. “I quite like them on you, though.” he states in-between kisses, trailing up to your jawline. “But I would like them better off.”

Liam: His Black Beanie
"Babe?" Liam’s voice hollers from the bedroom, confusion laced in his tone. You sat up from your comfortable spot on the couch, hearing the sounds of dressers being rapidly opened and closed, as if he were searching for something. "Yes?" you yell back, clearly puzzled by how panicked his actions seemed. That was when realization hit, your hands moving up to your head to grip the black beanie nuzzled warmly on top of your head. "I can’t find my beanie anywhere, have you seen it?" he questions you, his feet thumping across the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. You bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it farther over your head as his footsteps were coming closer. "You know; the one with the white lettering and-" he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you wearing his lost item, his brow raising as you sent him an apologetic smile. "I’m surprised you didn’t notice it on me earlier, though." you tease him. "I guess you’re just that good." he chuckles, placing a swift kiss to your lips before gently sliding it off your hair.

Harry: His Rings
You and boyfriend, Harry, had just got back from an awards show, the both of you lazily slumped on the bed as you watched a bit of television. Neither of you had even taken off your clothes for the event yet, instead your shoes off and scattered on the bedroom floor. As the night grew late and the both of you became tired of the countless movies, you felt Harry gently place a kiss to your right shoulder. Instinctively, his hand gently pushed you back against the mattress so he hovered above you, soft kisses still being placed along your heated skin. His lips began to trail down your shoulder, peppering the exposed skin of your arm, leading down to your forearm. He enjoyed taking his time, teasing you as his kisses would slow down. Just when he reached your wrist, he observed your decorated fingers, several metal rings of his adorning your knuckles. A cheeky smirk played on his lips as he twisted one between his thumb and pointer finger, his clear green eyes flickering to yours. “You like my rings, huh?” Harry’s voice vibrates against the back of your hand, goosebumps rising on your skin. “They look good on you; take one as a souvenir, baby.”