One Direction Preferences

#7 Your Itchy

Liam: You let out a grunt/screaming noise as your drag your foot across the carpet, and bang it against the wall. Liam walks down the stairs with, a book, and a coffee in hand. "(Y/N), what are you doing?" he asks you as you start to hit your foot with the T.V. remote. "My foot itches, and I don't want to take my shoe off!" you whine, punching your foot. All he does is laugh. "Have fun with that."

Harry: You drop too the floor, and squeal. "Haaaazz! My back! It itches!" you say, sliding across the floor on your back.He looks up from his phone, and lets out a chuckle. "Come here, babe." he says motioning you to come closer. He turns you around, and begins to scratch your back like crazy as you let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Haz." you say kissing his cheek.

Louis: You look around the fancy dinner table, and bounce in your seat. You were in the middle of a fancy dinner with Louis, the lads, and their girlfriends. You stretch your arms up, hoping it would itch your chest. Yes. Right under your boob was very itchy. Suddenly you are pulled up by Danielle, and Perrie, and dragged to the females' washroom. "We both know your itchy. Just do what you gotta do." laughs Perrie, and Danielle. You sigh in relief, and plunge your hand down the top of your dress, and itch. "Why do they make these dresses so fucking itchy?" you ask. "You'll get used to it." they both say, laying a hand on your shoulder.

Zayn: Groaning/screaming in frustration you drop to the floor in frustration. You hear a thud from upstairs, and fast footsteps rush down the stairs. "Help me Zayn!" you say mellow dramatically. "Oh my God! What's wrong!? Are you okay!?" he asks you in a hurry. You shake your head, and scrunch up your face. "What's wrong!?" he asks you. "Between my shoulder blades...." you say. "What happened!?" he asks, eyes wide. "It's itchy." you say, rubbing your back fiercely against the carpet. "Really (Y/N). Really." he says giving you this face- ( -_- ).

Niall: You run up the stairs (falling a few times, may I add), and take a sudden left turn in to yours, and Niall's shared room. You push the door open suddenly, scaring the crap out of Niall. "Niall. Help me! My back itches!" you say frantically. He looks at you, and raises and eyebrow. "Bitch, who da fuq you think I am? Use this." he says throwing you a back scratcher. "I ain't no personal back scratcher." he says going back to strumming his guitar.