One Direction Preferences Part 2

he's a little handsy in public

he’s a little handsy in public

Liam: You blushed slightly under all the attention. Liam flew you in to Chicago, where he was currently on tour, and you and the rest of the One Direction group were trapped in a crowd of screaming girls, frantic security, and grabby paparazzi. Liam sighed as someone else started yelling comments toward you - both rude and amicable. You had been battling rabid fans and nosey cameramen all day, and enough was enough. You felt Liam’s hands rest low on your hips as he pulled himself flush against your back, almost wrapping himself around you. You could feel his fingers tapping on your hips as he got impatient. “Liam,” you giggled. “That tickles!” Liam pressed a sweet kiss against the back of your neck. You could feel his smirk as he started to tap his fingers constantly, turning into serious tickling. You squealed and tried to pull away, but you were forced back into him as the crowd surged. You sighed, trying to control your giggles as Liam’s hands stilled, content to wait comfortably against your boyfriend until a path cleared.

Zayn: You relaxed on the blanket Zayn had brought, staring up into the pleasantly cloudy sky. It was a quiet day for the two of you. You managed to find a mostly empty park, and counting your blessings, threw together a hasty picnic, eager to spend the day together and hopefully undisturbed. You had your hands folded behind your head like a pillow as Zayn laid his head on your stomach. You stretched your arms, feeling the twinges in your shoulders and back. “Urrrg,” you groaned, not welcoming the slight pain of your knotted muscles. Zayn lifted his head, staring at you in slight confusion before he saw you attach one hand to your shoulder, kneading into it. He smiled loosely and sat up. “Roll over,” he commanded gently. You figured that you knew what his plans were and happily conceded. You closed your eyes, head turned to the left as you let Zayn press into the creases of your back. “Oh, God,” you moaned quietly. Zayn stifled a laugh, reckoning that your response sounded a bit too much like one associated with a certain other pleasurable experience. “Feel good, babe?” he breathed by your ear, leaning over you as he continued to massage your upper back. You decided to ignore the fact that you were in public and nodded, keen to lie there and let Zayn continue with his ministrations.

Louis: “It is so cold,” you said, feeling your teeth clang against each other as you shivered. “Why is it cold? We’re in Florida. This doesn’t make sense.” Louis looked at you partially in concern and partially in amusement. The two of you were spending the day at Universal Studios, Orlando. It was late November, and freakishly cold for Florida - even during the winter months. “Come here, love,” he said, opening his arms. You gratefully curled yourself into his embrace. He ran his hands up and down your thinly covered arms, hoping to help you generate heat by friction. You continued to shiver and hid your face in Louis’ neck, garnering warmth from there to thaw your frozen nose. Louis frowned down at you. “Let’s get you inside and get you another sweater, hmm?” he said, smiling softly. “Oh! We can get matching Gryffindor robes!” he smiled brightly, now happy to pull you along to the other side of the Harry Potter sector. You shook as a cold wind blew your already tousled hair and leaned into Louis’ side as he slowed down in the force of the wind. His hand slid a little farther down, stopping to rest on your bum. You furrowed your eyebrows at his action and the small cheeky grin that developed on his face, but let it slide. His hand was really warm, anyway.

Niall: You soaked up the sun as you reclined on your towel, feeling serene on the beach. Unfortunately, you sun was cut off by a figure - Niall. “Baby, come in the water with me!” he pleaded excitedly, causing you to smile. “Niall, I hate fish. I’m terrified of them. So…no. You can lay with me, though,” you said, squinting up at the silhouetted figure you recognized as your boyfriend. Niall “tsk”-ed and leaned down to lift you up, despite your protests. “Please, sweetie? Look, how about this - you can sit on my shoulders and I’ll only go so far in. You wont even be in the water!” You acquiesced resignedly, grabbing his hand as the two of you trekked towards the shore. You got about knee deep before you grabbed Niall’s arm. “Okay, now’s good. Can I get up now?” you asked, almost hysterical. Niall giggled but kneeled, letting you step over his shoulders from behind to rest comfortably on them. You tangled your hands in his hair as he waded into the ocean, praying not to fall. He only went in so far that your toes dipped into the surface. “You alright?” he asked softly, letting his fingertips draw on your legs. You twisted some of his hair anxiously - from the sensation of his fingertips on your skin or from the fear of the creatures under the surface of the ocean, you weren’t sure. He turned his head to kiss the inside of your knee and you let out a soft gasp. “Niall,” you whined. “There are people around! Stop.” he smiled against your skin, turning his head the other way. “So?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to this knee as well.

Harry: “Oh look at that,” Harry said hastily. “Looks like Preston took the last seat. I guess you’ll just have to sit with me, gorgeous!” He cheekily pulled you onto his lap. You rolled your eyes but settled back into him anyway. You were at a signing with the boys, and, eager to keep you as close to him as possible, Harry wrote “Preston” on a piece of paper and taped it to the extra chair they had provided for you. Honestly, although you didn’t want to interfere with the fans, you didn’t mind being this close to Harry. It made you feel safe and loved. -And he was relatively (extremely) fit, but that was just a bonus. As the fans started pouring in, you kept to yourself, playing with your hair or fingers, smiling at the kind fans who giggled or complimented you, and signing a few things. About halfway through the event, you felt Harry’s warm hand trail across your lower stomach under your shirt. You started and squeaked, not expecting the skin-to-skin contact. Harry chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “You’re soft,” he muttered, and you hid a smile as some of the fans looked on amusedly.