One direction imagines and prefences (request open)

He finds out an embarrasing secret about you

He finds out an embarrasing secret about you ~

ZAYN:  “What is this?” Zayn asks you, picking up the ratty old blanket that doesn’t even resemble a blanket anymore.  “Nothing!” you quip, snatching it from him and shoving it under your pillow.  Zayn chuckles as he labels the box he’d been packing and casts it aside, grabbing for an empty one.  The two of you had been working tirelessly for the last two days to get your house packed up and your stuff moved over to his place.  “It’s just an old blanket.  It’s a comfort thing,” you spit out hastily, just throwing things into your box so as not to have to make eye contact.  “Hey, it’s cool.  I think it’s kinda cute actually that you have something like that that’s so sentimental.  I just don’t know how I never noticed it before,” he muses.  “Because I didn’t want you to know about it,” you reply quietly.  “Are you ashamed of it or something?” he questions, turning his full attention to you.  “No, I’m not ashamed of it, I’m just a little embarrassed that you found it,” you admit.  He laughs heartily, asking, “Why?  I think it’s cute!”  You blush slightly, still averting his gaze.  “Come here,” he says, tugging you by the elbow to fit into his arms.  “It really is cute,” he insists.  “Stop saying that!” you shush him, giving him a smack and pulling out of his grasp, a smirk on your face.

LIAM:  While rummaging through some old boxes that you are working on clearing out, Liam suddenly says, “Hey, I think I found some of your home videos from when you were a kid.”  You groan and cast your box aside so as to move closer to Liam and see what he’s looking at.  As soon as you realize what year is scrawled out on the sides of the tapes, you gasp and snatch them away from him.  “There’s a reason those were up here and not with the other videos in the living room,” you state.  Liam just laughs at you.  “And what would that reason be?”  “You know what?  It’s easier if I just show you…” you reply regretfully, getting to your feet and leading the way from the attic down to the living room.  You pop one of the tapes into the VCR and hit play.  The first video is exactly what you’d been trying to hide.  “Is that you?” Liam asks, pointing to the six-year-old nude girl on the screen.  “Yeahhhh…” you draw out, watching in silent horror.  “Why are you naked in the backyard?  At that age?”  “Because that’s what I did; I ran around naked all the time until I was seven and realized that wasn’t really the normal thing to do.”  Liam bursts into a round of laughter as you continue to let the tape play.  After a moment, he gets a grip and says through lingering chuckles, “Alright, we need to shut this off, I don’t feel right watching this.”  And with that, you don’t hesitate to oblige.

HARRY:  “Hey!!  There’s Miss Tinkles!” your older brother bellows as he makes his grand entrance into the backyard for the family reunion.  He’s six years older than you and has been living across the country for the last several years, and this is the first time Harry is meeting him.  This isn’t quite the introduction you had in mind.  “Miss Tinkles?” Harry questions from beside you.  “Shut up,” you grumble, as your brother approaches, grabbing you up in a bear hug.  “I’ve missed you, kid.  How are you doing?”  “I’d be doing a lot better if you hadn’t just called me Miss Tinkles in front of every member of our family tree,” you deadpan.  He responds by ruffling your hair before turning his attention to Harry.  “You must be Harry.  Nice to meet you,” your brother says by way of introduction, shaking your boyfriend’s hand.  As your brother wanders off to greet other members of the family, Harry asks again, “Dare I ask why he calls you Miss Tinkles?”  “No, you don’t.”  “Well I still wanna know,” he urges.  You sigh and say, “I wet the bed until I was nine, ok?  So he called me Miss Tinkles and teased me about it endlessly.  Harry laughs so hard at this, that you’re pretty sure he’s about to wet his pants.  “It’s not funny!” you hiss, but Harry just keeps laughing.

LOUIS:  “Who is that?!” Louis demands, sounding almost disgusted as he flips through the pictures your mom had sent over.  You two are working on putting together a slideshow of your lives to play at your engagement party coming up in two weeks.  You pull the picture from his hand to check.  “That’s me, you ass!” you snap, smacking Louis in the arm.  “That’s you??” he asks, now in shock.  “Why is that so surprising to you?” you ask, unamused.  “Because you look hideous!” he exclaims, but quickly changes his tune when he sees the angry look on your face.  “I mean compared to now!  You look hideous compared to now.  I just always pegged you for the type who’d been good-looking your whole life, and- I’m just digging myself in deeper here, aren’t I?”  “Just a bit,” you snap.  “I’m sorry.  It just took me by surprise,” Louis tries to amend.  “You don’t say,” you bite sarcastically.  “I’d just never actually seen a picture of you in those awkward pre-teen years…” he trails off, not really knowing what else to say.  “There was obviously a really good reason for that,” you mutter, returning to sorting through the stacks of photos.  “Oh, come on, you know I love you.  Even if you were an ugly child,” he teases.  “Ugh, I hate you,” you remark, scooting away from him and ignoring him.  “Too soon to joke, huh?” he asks with a forced little laugh.  You glare at him, giving him his answer.

NIALL:  Turning into the room, you see Niall flipping through a book, a blank look on his face.  “What’cha got there, babe?” you ask, placing your laundry basket of clothes down on the couch to join him on the loveseat.  “Oh, just an old scrapbook it looks like,” he mentions with a smirk.  You furrow your brow at him, looking over his shoulder to see a very familiar page.  You gasp cover the pages with your hands.  “Where did you find that?” you inquire hastily.  “It was on the shelf in the bedroom.  How long ago did you put all this together?” he wonders, prying your hands away and flipping to another page full of more of your fabulously detailed wedding plans scrawled out in your middle school handwriting.  “That’s something my friends and I did when we were like 12 or 13.  I haven’t even looked at it in years,” you insist.  “So you’re one of those girls who actually planned out her dream wedding as a kid, huh?  So does that mean that when we get married our wedding song will be ‘I’m All About You’ by Aaron Carter?” he asks playfully.  You scowl, “Of course not!  Is that really what I put in there as my wedding song?”  “Yup, right here,” he says through a laugh, flipping back several pages to show you where you had written it.  “Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing that I ever thought that was actually a love song.  What other stupid stuff do I have in there?” you ask, now laughing at yourself.  “Oh, plenty!” Niall assures you, starting from the beginning of the book so the two of you can laugh at it together.