One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Making Up

Harry - Slowly backing you up against the wall he’d slam his right hand on the wall by your head and use the other to wrap his arm round you and pull you close. He’d growl in your ear incoherent sentences as you felt him grind his hips into yours, the friction between both your bodies heating up. Before you could argue back or push him away your lips would crash together, silencing you. There would be no begging your tongues would just dance together as he fought and won dominance, biting your lip roughly. There’d be some more making up in the bedroom soon after.

Liam - A single tear would roll down your cheek as you wiped it away harshly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His eyes would soften back to normal, shaking his head he’d envelop you in a tight hug. Kissing your forehead repeatedly he’d apologise profusely for what he’d said before. You’d both stay standing for a while whilst you both apologised and questioned why you even argued in the first place.

Niall - Sat on the bed you’d have your head in your hands, a tentative knock on the door would lift your gaze up. Niall would stand in the doorway shifting uncomfortably, staring apologetically at you. Not being able to bear it any longer you’d run into his arms and breathe deeply. Inhaling his comforting scent as he rested his cheek on the top of your head he’d whisper his apologies, in response you would simply hold him tighter.

Zayn - Glaring at him from across the room he would step closer and closer to you, his smirking only aggravating you more. 

“What are you smirking at Malik?” You would finally snap at him. 

“You just look sexy when you’re mad,” he would chuckle catching you off guard. Taking the opportunity he’d pull you to him and plant a kiss on your lips muttering that he was sorry. How could you resist that?

Louis - Stirring food in the pan, frowning and muttering to yourself about how mad you were in general. Letting out a squeal and dropping the spoon as Louis started tickling your sides. Spinning you round and picking you up to perch on the counter in front of him you would frown as he pouted up at you. Pecking your face as you attempted not to laugh he’d beg for you to forgive him until you gave in and kissed him back.