Liam: Liam was doing another one of his infamous twitcams and you knew there would be millions of girls watching, wishing it was Skype rather than a twitcam that they had to share with a thousand other girls. You had other plans though. “[Y/N] come join me!” his voice rings to you in the kitchen. You walked out with a cup of tea. “Ooh I want some!” he says like a little kid. You go back and bring him a mug joining him on the couch. “She’s just the best,” he beams to his viewers. She blushed a bit and waved to the camera. After a while you started getting bored and you wanted to heat things up so you started running your hands across his chest and abs and down to his thighs. You saw him tense up a bit and give you the look. Apparently the fans noticed too and started trending #GetSomeLiam #JustDoIt #[Y/N]MakeAMessUponLiamsInnocence and other completely outrageous things. “Alright guys, I guess it’s time to go!” he said. “Bye!” and with that the twitcam was over. “Babe, you’re definitely going to pay for that,” he growled before pushing you up and into the bedroom.
Louis: Louis decided that the fans deserved a twitcam. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be the day that you were especially hot and bothered. You couldn’t get him away without making your presence known to the millions of fans. “Louis, could you help me get something real quick!” you yelled from the question. You heard him tell the fans that he’d be back. He walked into the room to see you only in your undergarments trying to get something off a high shelf. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He gulped hard and came up behind you. Easily grabbing the item off the shelf and handing it to you. You took it as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “What exactly are you trying to do to me?” he whispered into your ear. You giggled and shrugged. “Nothing, why?” He smirked and walked out to your disappointment. A few minutes later he came back into the room. “The twitcam is over,” he said, pushing you onto the bed. “So I guess you’re gonna get what you want.” You smiled and kissed him, leading to a long night.
Harry: “Harry! I’m home!” you say, walking into the bedroom. “She’s home!” he says happily. He was hosting a twitcam to your dismay. You joined him on the bed and waved to everyone. You were going to get what you want so you started some major PDA. Honestly, you guys never held back in public anyways so why was a twitcam any different. You kissed his cheek and cuddled with him, fans beaming at the amount of cuteness on their screen. You kissed him on the lips, hoping he would get the hint. “Later, babe,” he mumbled against your lips so that the viewers couldn’t hear. You sighed and got up to change into a pair of Harry’s sweats and a his shirt. You changed behind the laptop and you felt Harry watch your every move. “Okay guys, it’s getting a bit late, it was nice talking to you all!” he said before ending the twitcam. “Why’d you end it?” you ask innocently. “You know exactly why,” he says, making his way over to you. You just smirk and say, “You didn’t have to.” “Oh but I wanted to. The things you do to me, I swear,” he mumbled before carrying you back to the bed.
Niall: Niall was hosting a twitcam and the wee hours of the night and it was driving you crazy. “Niall, keep it down over there or just come to bed. I’m trying to sleep! Xx” you texted him. You heard him laugh and tell the fans that they had to be quieter. Just then you got a text back, “What do you mean by ‘come to bed’? ;) xx” How cheeky of him. “Well you’re the one doing a twitcam. I’ve been waiting up here for hours!” you text back. Next thing you know you hear, “Guys, no [Y/N] is not being dirty! I’m just naturally blushy!” he tries to explain himself. You can’t help but bust up laughing. “She’s laughing at me!” he whines. “I better go get her back. Bye guys!” he says, ending the twitcam. He bursts though the door. “You’re gonna get it!” he says. You giggle and say, “You started it!” He just chuckles before climbing on top of you. “Whatever,” he says before kissing you.
Zayn: Zayn was doing a twitcam to your surprise since he honestly could never figure one out. You didn’t want that, though. “Zayn, babe, c’mon,” you mouth to him from across the room so that the fans couldn’t hear or see you. He just chuckles, trying not to be obvious. You let out a huff and give up, making your way to your bedroom before closing the door. You sit there for a bit before coming up with a genius plan. You walk out again in just one of Zayn’s button ups and your undergarments. His eyes widen and you wink from behind the laptop. You just stand there, waiting for him to do something. When he doesn’t, you start walking around, cleaning up a bit here and there. Zayn couldn’t resist any longer as he said bye to the viewers before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you into the bedroom.
