Preferences 2.0 || One Direction (English)

1.1 He Draws You

Niall: "Stay still!" he orders, placing his right hand gently on your jaw as he carefully sketches with his pencil. "Niall, I've been sitting like this for an hour. I'm hungry," you pout, watching the pencil glide across the paper. "So am I, hold on, I'm almost done." His tongue peeks from between his lips as he furrows his brows in focus. "There!" He tosses the pencil down and holds up his finished drawing. A stick figure with huge boobs and a huge butt. "Niall! Is that really how you see me!" you laugh, grabbing the sketchpad and slapping his shoulder. "No. Yes. No. C'mon, you know I can't draw!" he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss. "Let's go get dinner."

Harry: "I think I'll definitely let Zayn stick to the drawing," he smirks, raising an eyebrow as he sketches your eyes. "I'm scared," you cover your eyes with your sweater sleeves and smile as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Don't be scared, the drawing isn't that terrible, I promise," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. "See?" You look at the decent looking drawing of you and shrug. "Not bad, Styles. Although I'm much prettier in person, aren't I?" you joke, flipping your hair over your shoulder. "You absolutely are," he replies with total seriousness. "You are."

Louis: His pencil glides over the paper as his icy blue eyes dart from you to the sketchpad. "You done yet?" you ask him, getting antsy and impatient from sitting still for the past ten minutes. "Yes, yes, yes," he replies, sketching a few more lines and clutching the sketchpad to his chest. "Wa-laa!" he holds up the sketchpad and raises an eyebrow. "That's adorable," you smile at the poorly drawn cartoon of you and him sitting on a boat with a sunrise in the back. "I love it," you nod, leaning over and giving him a kiss.

Liam: "Let me draw you," Liam decides, grabbing a sketchbook and a marker, motioning for you to model for him. "Fine, fine," you decide, giving him a model pose and a bright smile. Less than five minutes later he tosses the marker down and declares that he's finished. "Finished already?" you raise an eyebrow and gasp as he turns the drawing towards you. "Marry me?" it says in swirly letters with a heart in the corner. You watch in awe as he pulls a ring from his pocket, his cheeks flushed and eyes nervous. He leans down on one knee and pops open the ring box, clearing his throat as he begins to speak.

Zayn: "I'm quite excited, I think you're quite the artist," you muse, watching his hazel eyes dart across the canvas as he sketches your face. "Thanks," he replies sheepishly, keeping his eyes focused on the drawing in front of him. "Almost done." You nod and admire the sharp lines of his jaw and brightness of his eyes, his long eyelashes and soft stubble on his upper lip. He's stunning. "Done!" he steps away from the canvas proudly and turns it towards you, his eyes gauging your reaction. It looks like a cartoon version of you, literally. "Zayn...that's amazing, I love it," you admit, running your fingers across the dark pencil lines. "You're amazing."