One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

Secret Desires

Niall: He was unattainable in the worst way. It wasn’t unrequited love, no it was something much worse. He was your brother’s best friend, therefore by default, you were like his kid sister. It was awful. You were only a year younger, which was basically next to nothing but somehow that age gap felt like oceans. As well as his relationship towards you was, what you though, sisterly. He sat down next to you on the couch and tugged on your pony tail. “Hey cutie,” he said grinning at you. You ducked your head and tried to bite back your grin. “Hey, handsome,” you quipped back before you could stop yourself. He smiled, his hand still playing with the end of your pony tail. He was desperately trying not to stare at your bare legs on the couch, knowing that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. You were supposed to be his best friends sister but lately he couldn’t stop staring at you. You’d grown up together, but something had changed. When did your eyes turn that green? Was your lower lip always that full? Niall didn’t ever see it before and god, when you smiled at him he felt it right down to his toes. Your brother walked in the room and Niall dropped his hand, both of you looking away, the end if your moment ruined. Your brother sat between you on the couch and Niall sighed. You were a foot away but suddenly, it felt like an ocean.

Harry: He had ulterior motives for coming over to his best friends house every night. What started as a fascination with video games soon turned into a fascination of you. He couldn’t tell you how, or when, but somehow he’d fallen in love with you. From all the 2 am snack runs to the days where your brother worked and he hung out in your kitchen, Harry had lost his heart to his best friends sister. You were the same in age-twins, actually, although fraternal- and had similar interests. But right now, he was watching you finish your morning stretches before you went on a run. He was munching on cereal watching you fold in half. Damn, was that hot. “You should run with me sometime,” you said from your spot on the floor. Harry stopped chewing and stared at you. He’d done hundreds of things with you but somehow this felt different-maybe it was because you were half dressed. He swallowed the cereal and threw on a pairing your brothers shorts. He’d run with you. Deep into the woods you went, the sun barely able to stretch it’s hands down to you. Your body was covered in sweat, chest heaving and Harry was having a hard time concentrating. When you stopped to catch a break, hand braced on the tree you met his eyes. In two strides, he was in front of you, your hair wrapped around his fist as he moved in. “Our little secret,” he murmured as his mouth sealed over yours.

Liam: He would not think about how sexy you looked in those tiny little shorts. He would not stare at your legs. You were his best mate’s sister, almost in effect making him your brother. He hated it. He didn’t want to tell your brother the main reason he was over here everyday was to see you. That wouldn’t go over very well. Your brother saw Liam in all his states, drunk, trying to hook up with a girl- the like. There was no way in hell he’d give his blessing. And what’s more, if he heard how explicit Liam’s thoughts were, well, he’d throttle him. You had thoughts to match though, there was something about the way Liam’s jaw tightened and how he looked in leather that made your toes curl. Though it was never stated, the sexual tension was palpable. You watched him now, shrug on his jacket as your brother left the room. “Busy night of picking up girls?” You asked are thing yourself along the door post, eyes heavy on his body. “Haha,” he said sarcastically, eyes scanning you head to toe. “Your brother wishes,” he teased. God, you looked so kissable and Liam was trying to control himself. “And what about you,” you said seductively, your fingers flirting with his jacket collar. “What do you want?” His eyes darkened and his hands met your hips as he shoved you back into the wall. He let a growl pass his lips and he rose to his whole height, pressing you back into the wall. You moaned, eyes closing as he moved in. “Ready?” Your brother asked rounding the hall. Liam stepped back like nothing had happened and walked out, his hands shaking and his head light. He couldn’t last much longer soon, he’d make you his.

Louis: Louis had, at first, learned jokes to win over your mum because she thought he was reckless and insensitive. But now, he learned jokes to hear youlaugh, and he knew that your brother- his best friend- would murder him if he knew what he thought about you. Which was exactly why, he treated you like you were a speck of dirt on his shoulder. Which couldn’t have been farther than the truth. He adored you from a far, his own secret desires pulsing and pressing against his chest with every breath. You were cuddles on the couch watching TV when he walked in, your brother on his heels. “What are you watching?” He asked leaning over your shoulder. As much of an ass he was you couldn’t help but think Louis was the most infuriatingly handsome asshole on the planet. “Christmas movies,” you said not turning your head. “Such a weirdo, your brother muttered heading into the kitchen. You sighed, your brother was an ass and Louis normally followed suit. You were waiting for his snide remark but when it didn’t come, you turned your head. His eyes were quiet and on your face as he debated. “I love that you love Christmas movies,” he whispered, his finger touching your cheek. “I love that you sing in the mornings, even though your shit. I love when you tag along with us, even though I pretend I hate it. I love being with you, even though I’m terrified to show it.” Your brother called Louis name and he dropped his finger, a sigh on his perfect lips. When he left the room you sat frozen. All this time you had it wrong. He wasn’t hurtful because he disliked you: he was hurtful because he loved you and could never have you.

Zayn: He was dangerous and oh, so yummy. He was the baddest of bad boys and the unattainable quality that he had around him made him that much more desirable. You sighed, watching him walk through the door with your brother. His brown eyes immediately flicked to you and his mouth tugged up as he nodded at you. He was a good guy, but something in his air screamed mistrust. And you well, he looked at you on the couch and saw innocence. And he wanted nothing more than to dirty you up a bit. He smelt like smoke, leather and cologne as he sat next to you. Your popped in a movie and Zayn draped a blanket over his legs, covering your left thigh. Zayn was friends with you, in that he asked how you were and how classes were. You exchanged a few other words, enough to know about each other but that was all. Zayn knew you felt something for him by the way your cheeks flushed and eyes dials yes when you looked at him. He sat there next to you and slowly slid his pinky up the outside of your thigh. He urged you with his eyes to keep quiet as he traced the pattern again and again, his fingers sliding higher each time. Your breath was coming faster and Zayn smirked. “Meet me tonight,” he whispered as he pretended to stretch. “You and I are way over due for some alone time,” with a quick brush of his lips to your ear you nodded. He was the lion and you, you were the lamb.