One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Soft Skin

Niall: ”Niall !! You home ?” You yelled through the ginormous house. “I’m on the couch.” Niall answered tiredly. You made your way to the kitchen and set the groceries down. Ready for a full on cuddle session, you took your winter coat off, even though you shouldn’t be wearing at this time of year, it was basically April and 20 degrees out. Sliding off your shoes and placing them neatly in the closet, unlike your unorganized boyfriend, who puts them next to the closet, you grabbed your book and finally headed across the hall, to the family room. Niall was comfortably laying on the couch, limbs spread out, and eyelids barely open. He gave you that boyish lazy smile that made your heart flutter till this day and made grabby hands at you. He was wearing a plain white cotton t-shirt that lifted up when he raised his hands, exposing his black Calvin Klein boxers, and baggy grey sweatpants. “Y/N. Come here.” He softly demanded. “Oh all right, lift your head for a minute.” You said walking to the couch, almost positively sure your cheeks were bright red. He placed his head in your lap, as you started to brush your fingers through his blonde-brown locks. He nuzzled his face into your cotton shirt, breathing in your scent. His lips grazed the tiny exposed piece of skin that your shirt didn’t cover, and Niall’s baby blue eyes were quick to face you. “Have I ever told you that you have really soft skin.” He asked adorable grin on his face. “Hmmm.” You thought. “I don’t know.” You said with a smirk kneeling down to kiss Niall’s plump red lips. 

Harry: You stirred the beef stew you were making for dinner, as you turned around to check up on your husband Harry. He was still in the same position that he was about 20 minutes ago, laying comfortably on the couch, on his laptop. A few moments later, Harry’s head shot up and he gave you a goofy grin. “You’re staring.” He said. “I’m gazing.” You answered, cheeks as red as a tomato. “It’s weird.” Harry joked. “It’s romantic.” You dragged out, heading to the couch, lips nearly 2 centimeters away from Harry’s when you heard of shriek and then loud baby cries. “I’ll get her. Just resume your cooking and look beautiful.” Harry said, big smirk on his face. He trotted up the stairs and into your baby daughter’s room. “Hey baby girllll.” Harry sang as he entered the pink nursery. Catherine’s cries died down as her father picked her up and hugged her into his embrace. “Shhh.. Don’t cry.” Harry softly said, stroking her light hair, rocking her up and down. He leaned his face in and gave her a big sloppy kiss on her soft little chubby cheeks. A huge smile planted on her face when she started to happily wail her arms and legs. Harry gently grabbed her tiny little feet and started to tickle them and giving them each multiple kisses. “Gosh you have such soft skin !” He said laughing as Catherine continued to gurgle at him with shrieks of laughter. “Why don’t we go see what mommy’s doing yeah?” Harry rhetorically asked, expecting no answer. “Love you baby girl.” Harry said kissing her once again, as he proceeded to go down the stairs. 

Louis: "Louis…Babe." You said softly trying to wake him up. Your index finger gently rubbed circles onto his cheek, making him stir. He nuzzled his neck further into the pillow, avoiding your pleads. The boy just didn’t want to wake up. "Louis." You whispered to him, kissing his ear. "Louis you have to wake up." You said this time a little more louder. He groaned into his pillow. Still asleep. You slid your hand up his soft white cotton t-shirt and started to tickle his soft tan skin. He twitched and got up instantly. "Don’t….I’m up…..I’M UP." He said laughing uncontrollably. "Ok! OK." You screamed laughing yourself, arms up in surrender. You inched closer to him and held him by his torso.  You pecked his lips lightly. "Have..I..Ever..Told….You…That…your….Skin…Is…Amazingly….Soft…" You said in between kisses. "Hmmm" He hummed pulling away. "Not sure.." He said smiling. 

Liam: "Mommy !!" James cried out running towards the kitchen. His face was beat red from all the crying and his eyes were blood shot. Tears kept on falling from those light green eyes he inherited from you and it broke your heart. "Whats wrong honey??" You said panicked, looking at current state. You lifted him up into your arms and started to kiss the tears away. You teared his eyes away from his face and looked to his knee. There was a big gash right below his knee, blood falling down all the way to his calf. "Liam !!!" You yelled loudly, needing help. James cries got a little quieter, after calming him down, but he was still in pain. Liam rushed down the stairs with your baby daughter Emma in his hands. You took Emma from him and gently but rushly placed her in her high chair. "Liam get the first aid kit." You shouted down the hall. He brought it and you got to work. "No mama !! James yelled when he saw the protection of infection spray. He knew it was going to burn him. Liam held him tight to his chest as you sprayed the sting spray on James  knee. "Listen bud, I know it hurts but you don’t want to get infected on that soft skin of yours." Liam told James convincingly. James’s cries died down few moments later. "Well wasn’t that the cutest father son moment I’ve ever seen." You said to Liam, huge smile plastered on your face, as he blushed. 

Zayn: "Zayn no !!" You screamed and giggled running up the stairs. "Your face it way to scratchy !! I’m not going to kiss you !!" You shrieked again running faster as Zayn was at the tips of your heels, laughing as well. At one point Zayn stopped in his tracks and surrendered. "Fine I’ll shave !!" He screamed loud enough for you to hear, still laughing and clutching his stomach. Zayn strutted himself to your shared bed room that you were in and you hesitantly stayed still. He went into the bathroom, got the razor out and started to shave. Few minutes after he stepped into the bathroom, he came out, fresh and clean, all shaven. "Happy now ?" He said raising one eye brow. "Very." You said smiling standing up from your place on the bed. You placed both your hands on his hairless cheeks; "Your skin is so soft." You said softly, running your thumbs against his cheeks, as you placed a kiss on each of them.