Louis: "Truth or dare," you said with the best idea ever. Louis looked at you knowing that you had a really bad one, but he never chose truth so you weren't worried. "Dare," he said confidently. "I may or may not have signed you up for an armature drag show. I dare you to go," you said unable to hide your smile. Louis stared at you clearly terrified. "Don't worry I didn't have to put your real name so if you dress up good enough no one will even know it is you. "You are pure evil, but I have never turned down a dare and I'm not starting now," he said his face softening a little as he got up proudly. He went up to the bedroom to get ready. You heard him come down the stairs. When you turned around he was a flawless drag queen, you cracked up looking at him in the short tight dress and heels. He had a wig and did his makeup pretty well. "Let's go," he said not having any of it. You continued to laugh, but grabbed the keys knowing he would not be able to drive in heels. When you got there you signed him in and went to a seat. When he hit the stage, he went all out and you could not help but smile. His dance moves were so intense and he kept almost rolling his ankle. He walked off the stage and started grinding on you a bit, you gave him a dollar and he winked at you moving on to the next person. After the show he came up behind you and pinched your bum. "Excuse me miss, I have a boyfriend," you said as you led him to the car. When you got home he washed off his make-up and got into sweats with no shirt. "Truth or dare," he said clearly exhausted. It was pretty dark now so you figured you were safe, "dare," you said scared. "I dare you to never ever tell anyone that I did that, no one," he said seriously. "I won't," you said grabbing your computer to look at an article your friend texted you about. It was a picture of drag queen Louis grinding on you and the title was Will Louis be Jealous of (y/n)'s new man? "So," you asked showing him the article. "I am never playing truth or dare with you ever again, you are ruthless. No one better find out that is me," he took a pause and cooled down, "you're lucky I love you."
Harry: "You blinked, now you have to do whatever I want," you shouted at Harry ecstatic that you won the staring contest. "What do you want me to do," he asked in a forced husky voice as he went to kiss your neck. He went up to nibble on your ear. "No temptress, I get to decide not you. I have been planning this for days now, you are going to sit here and I will be back," you said pushing him off of you. You ran upstairs to get your bin of supplies. "You have to sit in this chair and let me have my way with you for an hour. No refusing or struggling, then it will be photo-shoot time," you said waving the camera as he looked terrified. You started to do his hair. You brushed through it with your fingers to get it ready. He obviously enjoyed it when you were played with his curls and he smiled ear to ear the whole time. Then you grabbed some bows and he cringed. You looked at him as a warning and he just sighed. He sat still for the rest of the time as you made a bunch of little ponytails with the bows. Once you were satisfied you flung out a hand held mirror. He grabbed it nervously. Then you snatched your camera and took a picture of his shocked face and adorable hair. "Why did you have to use the pink ribbon," Harry whined. "Sorry princess but you blinked," you reminded him. You loaded the picture to your laptop. "What are you doing," he questioned nervously. You ignored him and continued with your mission. "(Y/N) TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING I SWEAR," Harry said forcefully. "Salonstagram," you said innocently. "Are you kidding me," he asked as he ran over to look at your screen. You loved paying him back for all of the girlfriendstagams. "Rematch now," he said dragging your chair to be right in front of his. "Fine sore loser, but you don't want to know what I have planned if you lose again," you said ready to complete his look. "You don't want to even think about what I'm going to do with you if I win," he said with a devilish smile.
Zayn: You were getting ready to go to an awards show with Zayn and you were really nervous. You got out of the shower and decided to tackle your makeup first. You piled on the cover-up knowing the cameras would not be forgiving. Once you had your foundation down you decided to do your eyeliner. Your hand kept shaking. "Shoot," you said trying to calm your nerves so you would not look like a clown. You shook your hands out and took a deep breath. You tried to recover your eyeliner job but it kept getting worse and worse. You decided you would start over and cleaned your eyes violently. When you opened them again Zayn was staring at you. "Are you doing ok," he asked sympathetically. "My hand won't stop shaking," you said holding it up so he could see. "Let me do it then," he said sitting next to you and pulling your face close to his. "Open your eyes, now close them," he keep instructing you. You could tell that he was trying really hard. His concentration face was so cute. He finished your eyes and then went in with some blush. Then he kissed you. "What was that for," you asked." After I put this on I won't be able to do that till after the awards show," he explained holding up one of your favorite lipsticks. "Makes sense," you said kissing him one more time then preparing to let him continue. He dragged the lipstick across your lips slowly. "Done I think," he said looking at you waiting for you to approve. It just hit you that you were trusting your boyfriend to do your make-up and that he had not consulted you about anything. You turned to the mirror nervously. "Beautiful," you said hugging him shocked with how well he actually did. "I figured with how much time I spend with make-up artist I should be able to apply simple make-up," he said relived that you liked it. You were calmer now and did your hair. Then Zayn helped you zip up your gown. The look went together perfectly. "You look stunning," he said breathlessly. "Thanks to you handsome," you said doing a cheek to cheek kiss with a long hug.
Liam: "Could you do me a favor, maybe," you asked Liam. "What do you need (y/n)," Liam said ready to help. "Could you be my model, so I can see if I would like to be a makeup artist," you said thinking he would back out. "If you really want me to," he said to make you happy. You smiled and ran up to get your makeup. When you came back down Liam had moved in front of a mirror and was in a spinning chair. "Perfect," you said spinning him around loving the idea of a big reveal. You looked at him for a while and decided you wanted to do a soft pink look with lots of glitter. You used eyeliner and everything. When you were satisfied you spun him around. You could tell he was terrified by his reflection but all he said was, "you did a really good job." He felt all over his face and blinked a bunch of times, "this feels weird." "Dam, you look prettier than me," you said packing up your supplies. "Your left ear is prettier than all of me put together. I would kiss you to prove it but it would be too weird with this lip-gloss," he said pointing to his face as he went to go wash it. A little while later you hear him yell, "(y/n)". "What," you said worried as you ran to the bathroom. "This is never going to come off," he said scrubbing his face with soap sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the tub. It looked like he had been crying and smeared his mascara. "Stop being so dramatic," you said getting some makeup remover and helping him. After you had all of the hard stuff off you grabbed a wet rag attempting to get all of the glitter off. When you got what you thought was the last piece of glitter you grabbed a towel and dabbed his face dry. He stared into your eyes the whole time causing you to blush as you made on and off eye contact. "All better, you're handsome again," you said with a smile as you set the towel down. "And you're pretty as always," he said kissing you now that he was lip-glossless.
Niall: "Who was your favorite member of one direction, before you met us," Niall asked with wide eyes. "Hmm, probably...Lllliii... no Llllou... or Haarr...possibly Zaaaa... You duh," you said like it was the obvious answer. "Ok, then why? What made me stick out," he said anxious to hear you ramble on about what you liked about him. "Your name," he looked confused. "I was YouTubing Nails since I was on a nail art kick and I accidently clicked on a video with you. To my dismay it wasn't a tutorial for cute nails, but a cute boy with a life ruining Irish accent," you said pouting at your naked nails. "Niall ran out of the room and came back with all of your nail stuff. "Welcome to Niall's Nails," he said holding up an orange nail polish. "Oh goodness," you said truly nervous. Niall got up and took a tie to cover your eyes so you would be surprised. He started painting and making noises every time something did not go like he was planning. "You're supposed to paint the nails baby not the skin," you said trying to get a rise out of him. He must have got up and leaned into your ear to whisper. "People who are blindfolded should not insult people who are not (y/n)," he said as he kissed your cheek causing you to smile. About an hour later he was taking off your blindfold. "I don't think I'm going to be painting people's nails for money any time soon." "I don't know for your first time they are pretty good, I can tell they're Irish flags. You can always practice some more," you said hoping he would paint your nails again. "I got it all over your fingers," he said disappointed. "And yours apparently," you said gesturing to his green, white and orange hands. "I was trying to clean up around your nails." "It's okay it will come off our skin in the shower," you said going to take one. "Ok," Niall said getting up and following you. "I didn't say anything about together Horan," you protested. "Or about alone (y/l/n)," he persisted.
