One direction imagines and prefences (request open)

Imagine~ He finds out your flexible

Imagine~ He finds out your flexible

LOUIS:  “What?” you ask flatly when you turn around to see Louis gawking at you from the doorway.  In an attempt to lose the baby weight after Lea was born, you’ve converted part of your office into a home gym.  You’d been stretching out and working on getting your flexibility back to what it once was. and that’s what Louis had walked in and seen.  “You were just bent in half and then you did the splits…I didn’t even know you could do all that!” he exclaims, pleasantly surprised.  You laugh and continue your stretching.  Next thing you know, Louis is coming up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.  “Louis!” you protest through a playful laugh.  “I can’t help it.  You need to let me watch your workouts more often,” he tells you suggestively, turning you around to face him and giving you a large kiss.

HARRY:  You and Harry are fighting your most recent bout of boredom by having a friendly gymnastics competition and challenging each other to do various silly things.  “That’s the worst cartwheel I’ve ever seen,” you muse as Harry hurls his body in a barely circular motion before landing on the ground in a heap.  “Well, I had to up the ante somehow.  I was all out of balancing things and our attempts at headstands were massive failures,” he reminds you through a smile as he picks himself up and dusts himself off.  “It was an awful cartwheel,” you confirm.  “Alright, Miss Smartypants, let’s see you do a better one then,” he challenges, stepping aside to give you room.  And with that, you proceed to demonstrate a cartwheel, roundoff, double backhandspring.  “How did you do that?” Harry asks in awe once you finally land.  “Years of practice,” you inform him simply, flashing a smug smile.  “Any chance you could show me a few of those moves?  In the bedroom?” he asks cheekily, receiving a playful shove to the shoulder from you.

LIAM:  “I have had a terrible cramp in my leg for days,” you complain as you enter the room where Liam is watching TV.  “From what?” he inquires.  “No idea, but it’s driving me nuts.  It’s right here,” you point out, indicating the back of your thigh.  “That’s a weird place for a cramp,” Liam says with a chuckle.  “No kidding,” you agree.  You walk around to the back of the couch and prop your foot up on the top of it.  “What exactly are you doing?” Liam questions, raising an eyebrow at you.  “Stretching,” you state as though it should be obvious.  You lean forward, reaching for your toes to get an optimum stretch.  Liam simply continues watching with a confused look on his face as you bend so easily.  “When did you get so limber?” he finally speaks once you’ve returned your foot to the floor.  You shrug.  “Since always?” you offer as an answer.  “I never knew that…” he mentions, awwed.

NIALL:  “Say it!” Niall demands.  “No!” you protest.  “Sat it!” he repeats.  “No!” you say again through a laugh.  You squirm and try to get free, but it’s no use.  Niall has you pinned face down on the couch, sitting on top of you to keep your arms pinned down as well.  “Niall, I can’t breathe!” you claim through more laughter.  “Are you calling me fat now?” he feigns offense.  “So fat.  I’ve been meaning to speak to you about it.  Your weight is becoming a real issue,” you joke, prompting him to begin tickling you.  You squeal and squirm once more.  “What the hell?  How did you do that?” Niall asks, ceasing all torture when you kick him square in the back, catching him off-guard.  “I’m a girl of many talents,” you reply with a smirk.  “I guess so!” Niall agrees, removing himself from on top of you and pulling you into a sitting position.

ZAYN:  You and Zayn have been play fighting on and off all day.  It had turned into a sort of game where you’d try to ambush each other and attack.  At one point, you hear Zayn go downstairs to the basement for something, so you seize the opportunity to ball yourself up and squeeze into the small space below the desk in your living room.  Your knees are bent up by your ears as you wait for him to return.  As he walks by the desk after coming back from the basement, you reach out and grab his ankle.  He screams and jumps away from the area.  You emerge, laughing uncontrollably.  “What the hell?!” he gasps.  “How did you fit under there?”  “Magic,” you tease through your laughter.  “You’re like a damn ninja!” he exclaims, still slightly worked up from the scare.  “I try,” you chirp smugly as he gets his revenge by bear-hugging you and tossing you onto the couch to return the attack.