One Direction Preferences Part 2

One of the boys walk in on you getting dressed

One of the boys walk in on you getting dressed

Niall: "Oh god Lou, get out!" you mutter, quickly holding up your shirt to hide your bra clad top half from view. Louis turns around instantly, muttering a quick "Woopsy daisy," before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. You pull your top over your head quickly as to avoid any of embarrassment, when you hear Louis shouting down the corridor, "You were right Zayn, (Y/N) has got big boobs!". "Hey!" you yell out instinctually, blushing furiously. Niall's voice chimes up seconds after your own too, "Hey! No talking about my girlfriends boobs," you smile, glad you're boyfriend is defending you, "Not unless i'm there!". You roll your eyes, pulling your cardigan tighter around you before stepping out of the room.

Harry: You turn to the side slightly, angling yourself so that you can see your back in the mirror. You'd just bought some new underwear, and was trying it on again just to make sure it looked ok. You scream when you notice a face in the doorway through the mirror, and you dash over to the bed, grabbing your dressing gown and quickly sliding it on. Niall stands in the doorway, hands raised to hide his eyes, and though most of his face is covered, you can see his neck turning bright red. "Shit (Y/N), i'm sorry," he mutters, hands still at his eyes tightly, "I should have knocked, I -". "It's ok Niall," you try to brush it off as if it wasn't that big of a deal, "Just... Do you want to get out so I can get dressed?". He apologises quickly once more before stepping out and closing the door. "Why're you so red Nialler?" you hear Harry chuckle in the corridor outside the bedroom. "You're in for a treat tonight mate," you hear Niall laugh shakily, and you feel yourself blush even more.

Liam: "Jesus (Y/N), where have you been hiding those legs?" Harry whistles, and you stand upright, rushing to hide behind the door. "Harry for gods sake," you squeal, "Have you not heard of knocking?". "Sorry," he mutters offhandedly, turning back to what he clearly thought was the more important topic, "Why on earth don't you wear dresses and stuff? You've got the legs for them,". "Harry," you groan, still hiding behind the door, "Just go!". "What's going on here?" Liam walks into the bedroom, peeks behind the door and see's you in your shirt and knickers, "Why...". "Harry doesn't know how to knock," you scowl, and Liam laughs, moving over to the bed to pick up your pyjama bottoms and throws them to you, which you gladly slip on. Harry shakes his head, "Are you aware of how good your girlfriends legs are?" he asks, tone stunned. "Yes," Liam grins, wrapping an arm around you protectively, "I am very much aware,".

Zayn: You close the door behind you to the small dressing room cubicle that as by the outdoor pool. You reach down, drying off your legs and then wrapping your towel around you as you unfasten your bikini top. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, I didn't know," you hear someone yell, and turn around just in time to see Liam closing the door sharply behind him. You blush, but dry off quickly and get dressed before stepping out of the changing cubicle, finding Liam sitting on one of the patio seats with his head in his hands. "Liam?" you call out quietly, and Liam looks up at you, blushing furiously as he meets his gaze. "What's up with him," Zayn laughs, walking out of the house and towards you, "He could give a tomato a run for his money,". "I walked in on her getting changed," Liam blurts out quickly, his eyes widening, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea...". You try to ignore Zayn's shaking form beside you as he laughs and look at Liam with, what you hope is a reassuring smile, "It's fine Liam, no big deal. I had my towel around me. It's fine,".

Louis: "Christ Zayn," you pull up your jogging bottoms quickly, "How long have you been there?". He blushes for a moment before answering, "Literally a second, you should learn to close the door,". Louis brushes past him and into the bedroom, flopping down onto the bed chuckling slightly, "Thats (Y/N), a right exhibitionist," he jokes lightly. You stare at your boyfriend in disbelief, "Do you not even care that your band mate and best friend has just seen your girlfriend half naked?". Louis rolls his eyes, "It was a second, and it was your own fault, you should have closed the door,". "See," Zayn points out, silencing when you throw him a glare, laughing under his breath. "So what, you wouldn't care if I paraded down the street naked then?" you throw your pillow as Louis' eye light up. "Now that would be a show!" he grins excitedly, turning to Zayn, "Shall we get front row seats?". You sigh exasperatedly, pushing past Zayn and out the door, "You're as bad as eachother!".