One Direction Preferences

#7: You're best friends and he accidentally touches your boob

Niall:Darkness lingering around empty hallway made everything feel desperate, even colder than it actually is, but you didn’t seem to care; you had Niall right next to you, his warmth making everything better. “No, that way… I think”, he said placing a hand on your upper back lightly pushing you and guiding you to his bedroom where you were supposed to spend a night due this storm which made electricity go off. His strong arm came from your back touching the walls in desperate attempt to find the wooden door and open them. Once he opened the door, his hand continued its trip but only tried to find you and guide you inside this time. In the darkness, where he couldn’t feel anything, warm hand grabbed you making your eyes grow wider and head turn around to face him. Squeezing soft skin in his palm, you could only imagine deep red color hitting his cheek as he spoke. “Please tell me this is your shoulder.”

Zayn:"It’s… fine", he said crossing two arms over his chest before he leaned on the white wall of changing room. A pair of warm eyes trailed over your body exploring every inch of short dress. Turning around on your heel, you turned your front to him and your hands glided down to your hips making soft fabric fit better. "I don’t know", your face set in a frown, "you said the same thing about the last one." He squeezed his eyes, looked at you one last time before approaching you. "It’s good though", he said before both of his hands flew up, each one grabbing one of your breasts and pushing them up in attempt to fit them in dress. "No, you were right. It’s kinda baggy. Try the other one."

Louis:"Stop it!" you yelled throwing both hands on the couch by the each side of your body. Turning your head, you gave him one of those touch-me-again-ana-I’ll-kill-you look. Raising his hands in surrender, he shifted in previous position in the corner of the couch. Just when you put the hand in the big bowl filled with pop corn sat on your lap, Louis took an opportunity of your distraction by reaching his hand once again in attempt to take some more. Smug smile played in the corners of your lips as you took the plastic bowl taking it out of his reach. Of course that didn’t stop him; he reached hand even more following your hand, but only to fall back on the couch, his hand instantly grabbing the first thing he found only to prevent him from falling. Redness of his cheeks matched the warmth hitting yours as he quietly removed his hand from your body. "Sorry."

Liam:"Talk to me", he said and his finger came close to your face poking your cheek. Rolling your eyes, you somehow managed to keep your lips closet without even letting that desperate, annoyed sigh leave them. "Pleasepleaseplease", he begged and you felt mattress of the couch shifting underneath you as he placed both of his hands by your side leaning in letting himself to be just an inch apart from you. "You asked for it", he said before his hands attacked you, tickling you at the most ticklish placed until you felt on the floor, his body hovering over you while you squirmed desperately avoiding his touch. He just stood there laying over you; with one forearm placed by your side letting him lean in and one tired hand placed somewhere on your body resting. It was like that until the both of you realized where that hand was placed; right on your left boob. "Sorry", deep red color hit his cheeks and his eyes parted from yours. "It’s okay."

Harry:"I guess it’s okay for to friends to sleep in the same bed", he explained, two shiny green eyes not matching his calm, deep voice. After you climbed in the warm bed and tucked yourself in under the warmth of cozy sheets, he followed your movement taking the empty spot right next to you. Bringing your knees close to your chest, you turned around, your back placing him, eyes meeting the darkness of the room. Mattress shifted underneath you; he moved - he moved just a bit but yet enough to be as close to you as he could. Probably thinking that you were already asleep, one strong arm came from behind, encircling around your body. And you had to admit that it felt good; safe and secure, it did until his hand moved up, trailing over your front. "Harry?" you asked. "Mhmm?" he murmured, voice sounding even deeper. "You know that’s not my stomach?" "Yeah."