One Direction Preferences

66-bedroom Help...(His POV)

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Liam:  “What do you girls talk about in there all night anyways?” I asked ___ the night after the boys and a bunch of our friends slept over. “Guys, sex, guys we like having sex with, good mascaras, girl stuff.” She says, shrugging as she washes a plate. Sex? ___ has sex? I make a face at the thought of it, my innocent best friend in that situation. “We were actually were wondering about a guys opinion on something but the other girls were too scared to ask. So I shall ask…what is a guys like favorite position?” She asks, now drying the dishes. I swallow, “Like in football?” I manage to croak out and she roll her eyes slightly at me. “Liam.” She says pointedly. “Sorry I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you have sex.” I reply, putting the dishes away as she dries them. “Were the same age, you have sex.” I blush, “You don’t know that.” She just blinks at me and we both laugh slightly. “isn’t it awkward to ask me this?” I ask, nudging her. “Very, but I have twenty bucks on that I can get an answer out of you so I really don’t mind.” She says, smirking. “Well first off guys like sex. Plain and simple. But uh I like uhm missionary?” I say, and I blush at my own voice cracks. “How simple of you Mr. Payne.” She says, and she is giggling. I laugh with her at how awkward the situation is.

Louis:  I nearly spit out my tea across the table at her. “Jesus Lou, I asked for your advice, not to help me bury a body.” She says, wiping at her face a bit. I blink at her casualness. “Sue me.” I mumbled, wiping my face with a napkin. “Can’t you just pick up a book or something?” I asked, ringing my hands together. This has got to be the most awkward moment in our friendship, for me at least. ___ just went on. “A book on what guys like in the bedroom?” She narrows her eyes at me and I stare back. “ That’s it get sassy on me. Guys like sex.” I say, crossing my arms. “No shit Sherlock. I mean like foreplay wise, what do I do?” Now she is blushing, red as a cherry. I knew her and her new boyfriend were getting serious, but lord. My best friend post all the sudden switched into sex advisor. “I mean just… like. Uh, you can like. Hmph, go down on him?” I say quickly, shoving a piece of the muffin we were sharing into his mouth, now I was the one blushing, picturing my innocent best friend in that situation. “Maybe I should talk to Eleanor instead. My eyes were now as wide as saucers, afraid of what El would share. “Yes, just talk to Eleanor.” I say, rubbing my forehead, glad to be rid of the conversation.

Zayn:  “Dear god what the hell size is this?” I ask, holding up a bra towards ___. “Will you put that down. This is why I said you should just go get a pretzel and wait for me.” She says grabbing the large garment from me and putting it back in its place. “And miss looking at a bunch of pictures of girls in bras? No thNk you, I am perfectly content hanging out with Vitoria and all her secrets.” I say smirking, leaning against a display full of underwear. She rolls her eyes but laughs a bit anyways. “Great, if you’re here you can help me.” She says sweetly, walking over towards what looks like a large room filled with lingerie and I follow her quickly. “Help?” I croak out, I have a feeling where this is going, and a part of me is excited, and the other part wants my best friend to keep it in her pants. “It is almost our one year, and I want to do something, I don’t know, special for him.” She grabs a few randomly, one red two piece sticking out to me. “I like the red one already.” I state and she glances at the lace covered clothing. “I’ll try it first then. She disappears into the dressing room and reappears a bit later, and I have to remind my friend to chill out down there. I just nod, giving her a thumbs up. She avoids my eyes and goes to the dressing room to change. Next time I’m getting a god damn pretzel.

Niall:  He has to be here somewhere, I shove open yet another door. No Harry. Dammit. “Niall who are you looking for?” She didn’t disappear like I thought she had and I jumped at the sound of her voice. “Uhh, Harry.” I replied making a face at Zayn as we passed him. Zayn! “Hey mate! ___ here has a question for you.” I said, poking my thumbs towards her. “What?” He asked, his mouth full of something. I could feel her glaring at the back of my head. “Niall needs help in bed but it too scared to ask you.” She smiles at me sweetly and my eyes widen as Zayn starts chuckling. “Lose the Irish touch or something?” He says, nudging my shoulder. “No, SHE asked ME what a guy likes in a blow job!” I said, pointing at her as her jaw dropped open, wide. I nodded at her, smug. “You two confuse me.” Zayn said, glancing between us, walking away back towards the dressing room. As soon as he was out of site, I prepared myself. “Niall Horan you dick! I asked you that thinking you would help me!” She screeched, making my arm her own personal punching bag. “Can we just leave our friendship to normal things? I am not a sex counselor!” I say, grabbing her small wrists, and giving her a look, making her stop hitting me. “Sex is normal.” She says shrugging. Harry appears suddenly, on his phone. “Here, ask Haz, he likes sex as much as you do.” Harry looks confused, but smiles towards ___ anyways, I walk off quickly, making my escape.

Harry:  I widen my eyes at her. Not going to lie, her talking about this subject, that we’ve never mentioned before shocked me. And turned me on. I rubbed my face. “You need my what?” I questioned, glancing over at her on my chest, the movie we were watching long forgotten. “Advice. I am a failure at being sexy.” I blinked at her in her yoga pants, her hair natural and a sweatshirt on just lip-balm on her lips. She looked sexy to me. I sighed internally, “I’m sure you don’t suck at being sexy.” I said, glancing at her. “I do so! I don’t know how girls do the whole heel thing! I stumble around like an elephant trying to walk and in short dresses my butt gets cold. Meanwhile you look sexy even when you’re sick or in a flippin’ one piece, so helpppp meeee.” She ranted on and then whined, tapping at my chest. I ignored her urgency and smirked at her, “You think I’m sexy?” I questioned, purposely making my voice sound huskier than usual. “I think you’re a dick and should help me.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I think a girl is sexy when she is comfortable. Or when she doesn’t realize how sexy she is. Like you are right now. Trust me __, when the time comes I’m sure you’ll be fine, sans heel and ass freezing dress.” She smiled softly and blinked at me. “No wonder you get laid so often, Mr. smooth talker.” I threw my head back and laughed. “I try.”