One Direction Preferences

25. He Catches You Singing In The Shower

Zayn: You loved to sing - if you weren't an aspiring artist, it probably would have been your first career choice. When you were painting, you had always enjoyed half-heartedly breaking out into song with a favorite hit of yours, and today it was 'Something's Coming' from your favorite musical West Side Story. You got really into the song, abandoning your canvas and clutching your paintbrush, singing into it like a microphone. "Will it be? Yes it will! Maybe just by holding still!" You danced around in your dirtied apron, paint on your face and in your hair. As you whirled around, you stopped mid-twirl to see your boyfriend Zayn by the open door, leaning on the door-frame with a smirk on his features. You started at him wide-eyed as your cheeks flushed a light pink, and Zayn laughed, clapping slowly. "Brilliant, babe," he mocked, amused, "Just brilliant." You folded your arms over your chest. "Need I remind you of your own dancing video, Malik?" That certainly shut him up.

Liam: Home alone today and incredibly bored, you thought you'd test out the new karaoke Wii game that Liam brought just yesterday - he hated you being bored at home and knew you loved to sing, so why not? You popped the We Sing UK Hits disk into the console and readied yourself, clad in your pyjama shorts and a tank top. Your hair was down, cascading down your back and unbrushed from your sleep - in short, you looked like you just woke up though it was verging on lunch time. Scrolling through the songs, you located 'Who Do You Think You Are' by the Spice Girls, swinging your hips and prancing around and looking a lot like Taylor Swift in her You Belong With Me music video. You squealed as you heard the door open, turning to find Liam holding in laughter. "I forgot my wallet," he choked out, red-faced and incredibly amused by what had happened. You eyed him until he pecked your cheek and ran out the door without another word.

Niall: In your room singing 'Sexy Silk' by Jesse J as you were changing into your pyjamas, you felt sexy (much like Jesse), slowly stripping off your clothes, expression sultry as you attempted to look the part for the song that you were singing. Unfortunately for you, Niall had been butt-dialled and he was cackling on the other end of the phone. You didn't realise until the song was over and the silence of five laughing band members filled the void of silence, leaving you staring at your phone until you found the willpower to pick it up. "Niall...?" you asked, raising your eyebrows to yourself. "I love your singing, babe!" Niall cried into the phone, erupting into laughter again. "Did you have me on speaker?" you shrieked, mouth agape as he laughed so hard he couldn't answer. You frowned, fuming though you wouldn't admit to yourself that the situation was hilarious. "That's it!" you cried, "No sex for a week!"

Louis: You were very old-school when it came to your music taste, so when you snuck out Louis' bed on Saturday morning, you immediately went to the laptop and played your 'golden-oldies' playlist as loud as possible before ambling into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' was on and you danced around in the kitchen, spilling pancake mix but not really caring - your singing wasn't terrible, though it was barely tolerable. Halfway through the song you felt Lou's hands on your hips and you bit back a laugh, turning in his arms to dance around the kitchen with him. You loved morning's like this, because despite how bad your voice was, Louis still loved to dance around with you and act foolish. When 'Don't You Forget About Me' came on, you guys danced on the table like the characters in The Breakfast Club and almost burnt the apartment down with the pancakes that you neglected.

Harry: In the shower, you were washing your hair as you began to sing Aqua's 'Barbie Girl', a song that had always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for you. "Hiya Barbie!" you cried, picking up a shampoo bottle for your microphone. "Hi, Ken! You wanna go for a ride?" You belted the lyrics, completely forgetting about the fact that you shared your apartment with your boyfriend, Harry. Your singing was awful but you had never minded. "You can touch, you can pla-ay! If you say, I'm always yours, ooh!" You continued singing as you got out the shower, wrapping a towel around your body as you stepped into your room where a red-faced Harry was sitting on the bed, laughing. "Hiya, Barbie," Harry choked out between laughing, clutching his thigh. You narrowed your eyes at him, but he continued. "Wanna-" he paused to laugh, "-go for a ride?" You pressed your lips together, dropping the towel. All his laughter subsided, but you shook your head. "Sorry, Styles, but you can't touch - or play." Harry looked at you with wide eyes. "But I'm always yours!"