one direction preferences

you tease him

Liam: "Babe. You are not wearing that. Are you wearing that?" you look at Liam's outfit with a horrified expression. Black socks, burgundy T-shirt and bright blue shorts. Backwards bright blue shorts. "Yeah, I am...why?" he shrugs and smiles. "Um," you blink. He does not match at all and his shorts are backwards. "Baby, you're absolutely hot and adorable and all, but your outfit..." He looks down at his outfit. "I look fabulous," he says jokingly, posing. "Liam, also, your shorts are on backwards," you laugh, pointing. He looks down and his cheeks turn pink, but he laughs. "Fine. I guess it's a sign I should change my outfit, yeah?" He jogs back to the bedroom to change his outfit and you sign onto his twitter, changing his name from "Liam Payne" to "backwards shorts". He doesn't notice till nearly four hours later, and boy did twitter have a field day... 

Lou: "And it wasn't even the right color!" Lou sighs dramatically, retelling his story of how he'd been shopping for paint and the salesclerk was rude and didn't know what he was doing. "Ugh! I can't believe it was the wrong color, ohmigod," you reply in a sassy dramatic voice, teasing him. He laughs and shakes his head. "No, but seriously, he was so rude!" Louis says again. "So I told him it was the wrong color and he said I was a sassy fame whore who is completely deluded!" Louis tells you. "So I told him to shove the can of paint up his ass and I left." You find this awfully hilarious, and can't hold back your laughter. "Aww, Lou, my sassmaster from Doncaster...with an ass-ter," you sing. "Ass-ter?" he laughs. "Well, nothing else rhymed and you have a nice ass!" He shakes his butt and does a dance. "Do I? Do I really?" 

Niall: "Niall! You finished all the pop corn, you poop!" you look at the empty bowl, just a few kernels remaining and he sticks out his tongue. You'd both been watching Mean Girls, your choice, for movie night and the movie had barely begun! "Fine, I'm making some more popcorn and you can't have any!" you say, getting up to make yourself a bowl. He shrugs, but when you return with the warm pop corn he looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Can I have some?" he asks sweetly. Your dog runs over and sits next to you. "Four for you, Glen Coco," you say, quoting mean girls and tossing four bits of pop corn to your dog, who eats it greedily. "And none for Gretchen Weiners." you say, poking Niall. Niall laughs and you share your pop corn anyway. 

Harry: "Harry, a beanie, again?" you shake your head and look at Harry's green beanie. He'd worn beanies all week! "Are you a beanie addict?" He smiles and shakes his head. "No, I wear beanies because beanies totally turn you on, am I right?" he raises his eyebrows. You slap his arm playfully. "Anything you wear turns me on, babe," you reply. "But I wanna see your curls! If you wear one more beanie..." Suddenly you burst out laughing as a nickname comes to you. "Harry. I just thought of a golden nickname," you point to his green beanie. "I'm going to call you GREEN BEAN. GET IT. 'COS YOU HAVE A GREEN BEANIE?" you laugh hysterically and he snorts. "It's not that funny," he says, laughing at your hysteria. "Green bean, green bean," you choke through laughs. The next day during an interview, the interviewer asks Harry about his ideal girl, and he winks at the camera and smiles. "Well, she has to be a fan of GREEN BEANs." Louis looks at Harry with horror. "Oh God. This is just like...carrots," he whispers. Needless to say, green beans became the new carrots, but only you and Harry truly knew the meaning of Green Bean. 

Zayn: "Oh my GOD," you laugh as Zayn follows you off the plane. He'd been asleep the whole flight, and you could totally tell. "Zayn, your hair..." you smirk at his normally flawless 'do. It was an absolute mess. Knotty and sticking out in all directions. Zayn looks at his reflection in a mirror nearby and groans, smirking. He tries to pat down his hair but it won't stay. He sighs and gives up. You take this as an opportunity to tease him all the way to the car. "Hey Zayn. How many directions does your hair go? Certainly not ONE DIRECTION," you say your cheesy joke and laugh as Zayn smirks and shakes your head. "Is that a dead racoons that got electrocuted, or is it your hair?" you tease. Zayn laughs and sticks out his tongue. "Fine, fine, I'm kidding," you pat his head and pull him closer. "Your hair looks kind of nice, it looks like sex hair," you whisper in his ear. He blushes and bites his lip, ruffling his hair a bit more.