One direction imagines and prefences (request open)

a moment with his siblings

HARRY:  “Where have you two been all day?” Harry asks, a playful smirk forming across his lips as he spots the multiple bags weighing you and Gemma down.  “Just doing a bit of shopping,” you chirp, giving Harry a quick kiss to the cheek before leading the way to the other room so you and Gemma can drop your bags and take a load off.  “I see that.  Did you have a good time?”  “We had a great time!” you confirm, shooting Gemma a quick glance sending the two of you into a fit of giggles.  “What’s so funny?” Harry asks, baffled.  “[Y/N] did the funniest thing at the mall,” Gemma starts, but is cut off by her own laughter.  “It wasn’t that funny!” you deny through your own chuckles.  “It was hilarious, admit it.”  “What did she do?” Harry asks, eyeing you both curiously.  “She- she-  Oh my God, it was so funny!” she reels, unable to say it without laughing uncontrollably.  “I still can’t belive you-  And then he-” Gemma’s choppy sentences directed towards you are enough to clue Harry into the fact that this is clearly some kind of inside joke at the moment, and he’ll be sure to hear about it after.  Not wanting to spoil the good time it’s obvious you two have had, he quietly excuses himself from the room, leaving you and Gemma to continue giggling like little school girls over the day’s events.

LOUIS:  “What’s up, buttercup?” you ask, taking a seat next to a sullen looking Lottie.  “Nothing,” she mutters.  “Doesn’t seem like nothing.  Everyone else is laughing and having a good time, and you’re over here sitting in the corner by yourself.  Now spill, what’s bugging you?” you press easily.  “It’s stupid,” she tries to downplay it.  “Talk,” you insist firmly.  “It’s just this guy…  I really like him, and we’ve made plans to go out and stuff, but he either always acts weird or he cancels.  He was supposed to come over today…”  “Ah, so that’s it…  Well, do you know if he likes you back?”  “He says he does.  I dunno, he’s just really weird about it sometimes.”  “Well, my advice to you is to try to forget about him.  If he wants to see you, he’ll make sure he does.  And if he’s being all wishy-washy like this, then he’s not worth your time to keep guessing about what’s going on between you two.  There are plenty of guys who would be lucky to get to take you on a date, Lottie.  So don’t let this fool get the best of you,” you remind her, running your hand down the length of her ponytail comfortingly.  “I guess,” she mumbles.  You stand up and grab her hands, pulling her up off the couch.  “Come on, I’m not gonna let you be miserable today.  I’m pretty sure your mom is making some cookies, let’s go lick the bowl.”  Lottie cracks a small smile and follows you into the kitchen.  Having seen you talking to his sister, Louis pulls you aside to quietly inquire, “What were you guys talking about?”  “Just some girl stuff,” you quip before rejoining Lottie, at which Louis smiles, very pleased.

NIALL:  The Horan’s are assembled at your house for dinner, and everyone is just sitting down to eat the fancy Italian meal that you’ve whipped up for them.  Before everyone is halfway through their first plateful, Niall is already helping himself to seconds.  Greg, who’s seated next to you, leans over so only you can hear and says, “How do you put up with that lad?  No wonder you’re so thin, he doesn’t leave you any food!”  You chuckle at this, nodding in agreement.  “He sure does eat a lot.  But that’s alright; at least I know the leftovers will never go to waste.”  “Watch this,” he whispers as Niall sets the plate down.  As soon as he turns his attention long enough, Greg makes a grab for some of the food off Niall’s plate and drops it onto his own.  “He’ll notice, I guarantee it,” Greg tells you.  Sure enough, as soon as Niall turns back to his plate, he immediately notices.  He turns to Greg.  “I thought we were past this,” he states in mock seriousness.  Greg simply laughs and points to you and lies, “It’s her fault!”  “Oh, conspiring against me now, huh?” he says to you teasingly.  Niall grabs for his food back off Greg’s plate, prompting the brothers to start play fighting.  “Boys, knock it off!” their mother scolds.  “[Y/N] worked hard to prepare a nice meal for all of us and you’re acting like animals.”  “Boys will be boys,” you say to your mother-in-law, giving a quick shrug of your shoulder.  “Let’s get him, Greg!” you announce, coming to your brother-in-law’s defense against Niall’s playful attacks.  “Hey!  You’re my wife; you’re supposed to be on my side!” Niall whines as you and his older brother gang up on him.

ZAYN:  Growing bored backstage waiting for the boys’ concert to begin, you and Doniya start poking around at things.  Spotting the pair of shoes that Zayn is to wear in the opening songs, she grabs them and stage-whispers, “Where can we hide these?”  You shoot her a mischevious eye.  “Doniya, that’s terrible.  We can’t do that to him.”  She can see it in your eye though, that you’re dying to play this prank on him just as much as she is, and doesn’t buy your act.  “Come on, you know you want to…” she prompts.  “What about over there?” you say, pointing towards the corner where some of the other clothes are hanging.  “Nah, he’ll find them too easily over there…”  After a couple more minutes of scheming, you finally find the perfect spot for them.  Once they are stashed away, you and Doniya reclaim your perches on the couch and wait for the boys to come into the room to get their clothes.  Everything carries on as it should, until…  “Where are my shoes?” Zayn’s voice rings out.  “What do you mean where are they?  They should be where they always are,” someone else’s voice replies.  “They aren’t there,” Zayn insists.  “Did one of you do something to them?  Louis?  Harry?” Zayn interrogates his bandmates.  “We’ve been with you all day, when would we have moved them?” Louis points out.  “You?” he asks, pointing to you and his sister.  “They were there when we got here,” Doniya replies smoothly.  “You’re lying.  What did you do with them?”  “No we’re not.  They were there when we got here,” she repeats haughtily.  “Where did you put them?  I need to get dressed,” he asks, searching for them.  He finds them a moment later, causing you and Doniya to burst out laughing.  “I can belive you would do this to me, but I can’t belive you would rope [Y/N] into it,” he mentions goodnaturedly, hurrying out of the room.

LIAM:  You and Liam have been dating for a while, and he’s made it blaringly clear that he cares about you a great deal, but he’s yet to drop the L-word and say that he loves you.  You’re beginning to wonder if he’ll ever say it to you, and you don’t want to be the first to say it just in case he doesn’t return those feelings just yet.  Sensing your fretting, Ruth asks you about it.  The two of you had always gotten along well, but you’d never really talked to her about anything like this before and are a bit hesitant to at first.  Finally, you just lay it all out there.  “Liam hasn’t said that he loves me yet.”  “He hasn’t?!  Wow, I thought he’d said it a long time ago.”  You frown, losing hope after hearing that.  “No, no, stop that.  Smile.  I didn’t mean that in a bad way.  He’s just usually more up front about those kinds of emotions, so it surprises me that he wouldn’t have said it already.  He defintely loves you though, I can tell.”  “Yeah, how?” you remark, still feeling down.  “Just the way he treats you, and talks about you, and looks at you…  I wish you could see the way he looks at you when he’s across the room and you’re not looking at him.  If that’s not a man in love then I don’t know what is.”  “Really?  He really does that?” you ask, feeling more giddy now.  Ruth nods, smiling at you and bringing a smile to your own face.  “Thanks.  That makes me feel a lot better,” you tell her sincerely.  “Anytime,” she assures as the two of you go join Liam and some other of his family members in their conversation across the room.