One Direction Preferences

177-With his arm around your shoulders

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Louis: You feel safe. Because tucked under his arm, you know nothing's gonna hurt you, he doesn't even need to remind you of it with murmurs and praises, you just know. And maybe it's a horror movie on the sofa, cuddled up under blankets with the lights turned out and far past a reasonable hour. And you're absolutely terrified of the film, but with his arm securely around you, and warmth completely radiating off his body, it's safe, you're protected, and everything will be okay. 

Harry: You feel small. But you can't help but smile, because it's almost comical how much bigger he is. His right arm slung lazily over your shoulders, fingers skim your arms just above your elbow, and you're up on your toes a bit so he doesn't have to bend over to comfortably rest his arm there. And it's not exactly an ideal position for either of you, but you're both happy, and it's warm and he's protective over you, and he'll stoop down to press kisses to the crown of your head, and you feel little and safe with him.

Niall: You feel like you're that high school couple again. Because maybe a few years ago, you were, with his arms hanging around your shoulders, his soccer jersey tucked loosely into your jeans, as you paraded around the halls to calculus. And your opposite elbow curled up so his fingers could grasp yours from atop your shoulder, and he's cracking ridiculously dumb jokes, but they make you laugh all the same. And you're so cozy, snuggled up against his torso as you saunter through the throngs of people, him pressing random lazy kisses to your temple as you go.

Zayn: You feel like you're his. Even in a crowded room, with dozens of people coming up and talking to both of you, everything on your mind is just him. Because he's there, and he's real, and he's warm, an every so often his grip gets tighter, pulling you closer to lay slow, languid kisses over the side of your face, from jaw to temple, and to whisper confessions of love into your skin. And he doesn't need to ward off other guys, because he's got you, tucked up under his arm, and he knows you're there, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Liam: You feel beautiful. Because he doesn't stop reminding you, with strong arms pulling you tighter against his chest, nudging your chin up for sloppy kisses, and he wont stop murmuring compliments, adoration, praises. And he's warm, wrapping you up in his arms, covering like a blanket, and you've never felt prettier, safer, or more loved as his legs tangle themselves with yours while some film plays quietly in the background. "And I hope this doesn't kill the moment," he's chuckling, "but I'm kinda, really in love with you"