One Direction Preferences

#11: You blush

Niall:An arm sneaked around, wrapping around your back pulling you deeper in his chest. Chuckle escapes your parted lips as you look up at him through your lashes. “You’re cute when you chuckle”, he says and his voice is sweet as the tip of his index finger makes contact with your nose, cute words echoing through your ears making deep red color hit your cheeks. “But even cuter when you blush.”

Zayn:"I like it when you blush", he says and there’s no story behind it; he just lets it slip through his lips, unlinked with the any conversation you had as he lays on the spot next to you on the double-sized bed. Once again, as the respond to his words, your cheeks suddenly go crazy, reddish color coating your soft skin making chuckle vibrate through his chest.

Louis:Smile spreads over his lips showing perfect glint of white teeth as he pulls you in, head instantly falling on his chest. “You’re cute”, he says and it’s odd, unlinked with the any conversation the two of you have had today. Your nose bumps in his shirt, disappearing in soft material of his shirt as warmth hits your cheeks adding them a bit of color after all of laughter. “But even cuter when you blush, though”, he admits wrapping an arm tighter around you.

Liam:Slowly and gently, the bottom of your shirt is captured in between his fingers as he moves them up, cloth being removed from your chest and tossed on the other side of the room. Blush hits your cheeks as you feel coldness wrapping around your naked half. The first instinct for you is to send both arms loosely crossing them over your chest, blocking him a vision of exposed skin. He’s quicker; sooner than you expect, your wrists are captured in one warm hand as he removes them from your body. “You’re beautiful”, he murmurs before placing a kiss to your neck, redness color of your cheeks becoming even more prominent.

Harry:Long arms fall down to his torso, hands catching hold of the bottom of tight shirt capturing fabric before pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes are locked on his torso, gaze slowly trailing lines over prominent abs and bones visible through his skin as he raises both of his hands. Smirk splays over his lips as he notices you staring, warmth hitting your cheeks adding them hot color as you look away, his smirk even wider. “Like what you see?”