One Direction Preferences

56-Staring contest

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  "The next event in Liam Paynes contest to show his girlfriend he is totally superior to her is a staring contest." He says jokingly. You laugh, knowing he is just fooling around. You and Liam have hung out with Tom Daley recently, and he was back onboard the Olympic train. Of course you were exactly athletic, and Liam obviously was. Mr. Olympics reserve list. You two were doing stupid little activities, you beat him in the puzzle he set up, and he kicked your ass in thumb wrestling. "Ready?" He asks, sitting across from you. You nod, focused, wanting to beat your boyfriend at one more game. "Go!" You states, narrowing your eyes at his chocolate brown ones. He is focused on you for a long time, both of you actually very good at this game. You notice his face scrunch up and you know he is about to sneeze. "Ha! I win!" You stand up, doing a stupid dance and he sniffs, shaking his head, but can't hide the smile on his face.

Louis:  "Official ref, pay attention." Harry looks up form his phone, bored. He rolls his eyes slightly at his friends antics. "1,2,3, go." He drones un-enthusiastically. You and your boyfriend lean toward each other, focused on one anothers eyes. Hie bright blue, mischievous eyes pierce into yours, and you're used to the flutter in your stomach by now. Louis starts snapping in front of your face, trying to make you blink. "Interference!" You say, hitting Harry's shoulder. "Meh." He coughs, no longer caring at all. You smirk to your self, making your gaze more intense, Louis tongue shoots out, licking his lips as he blinks. "Damn you! You used beauty against me." He says, faking hurt. "So sorry. Now go take out the trash like I asked 20 minutes ago." You say, shoving him towards the kitchen.

Zayn:  "I can so hold out longer than you!" Zayn argued from his spot next to you. "Can not, you have no self control." You countered, shoving some more popcorn into your mouth. "Thats sounds like a challenge." He says in his thick accent, sitting up straighter. "You going to take it, Malik?" You asked, turning to him. "Bring it." He said, setting his hands on your thigh. "No touching! That's un-fair." You said, shoving his warm and familiar hands off. Zayn and you had argued about who would kiss the other first, and now you were going to prove that your boyfriend couldn't take teasing. You met his eyes, ready for the staring contest. He moved his hair out of his face and stared at you, biting his lip, trying to make you loose. You took it one step further and licked your own lips making him groan. Before you knew it, you were laying on the back of the couch, his lips on yours.

Niall:  Niall sighs in his sleep, tossing his arm around you waist. You smile at him. He's still dead asleep, and you've woken up before him I for once. The light is coming on from the window, warming your face. You know he'll be awake soon, his body never lets him sleep past eight. AS of on cue, Niall groans, pulling you closer, like he always does when he wakes up. He opens eyes, and you feel the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach at the sight of his bright eyes, even more clear in the morning. He blinks them, removing the sleep. "G'mornin'" He mumbles, his Irish accent stronger that usual. "Morning." You say, moving a piece of his now darker hair out of the way of his face, never removing your eyes from him. You blink and sigh happily. "If we were having a staring contest I would've won." He states happily, grabbing your hands under the covers. "Congrats Mr., Horan, your reward is breakfast." You state, jumping out of bed now running downstairs with him right behind you.

Harry:  "This is not an adult way to solve things, Harold." You say sarcastically, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Love, this isn't an adult argument, normal people would just agree." He says, adjusting his beanie, smirking at you. You sigh, glaring at him slightly. "Please, Please, Please!" He asks, his low voice getting higher with each word as he grabs your waist, pulling you into his chest. "Fine." You un cross your arms, letting him hug you. "Official ___ and Harry staring contest starts now!" You glanced up at your boyfriends bright emerald eyes, with a hint of mischievousness in them and knew you were a goner. You stood no chance, you always got lost in them, and you of course blinked quickly as he fist pumped. "YES! HAZZA WINS!" He shouted. "Good god." You mumble. "Sex instead of lunch it is." He smirks more, tossing his beanie off, bounding up the stairs. You groan, but follow him. "You act like it's such a task!" he shouts in his thick accent from the bedroom. Of course you couldn't let him know that making love to him was one of your favorite things.