One Direction Preferences Book 2

187. You're best friends and he walks in on you showering

Zayn: He swore it was unintentional, but of course, you didn't believe him. The suspicious smirk on his lips and the war his eyes observed your body before he walked out gave it away. "I just woke up! I didn't know ..." he protested, saying that he was too tired and half-awake to realize the shower was running. "You're lucky I love you," you muttered, tightening your towel around your wet body as his hung low on his dry torso as he got ready to go in. "You don't have to be annoyed," he laughed, watching you as you stomped your way past him. "You didn't have to stare," you shot back, turning to him. "You didn't have to stand there and watch me admire you ..." he whispered as he backed you up against the wall. "You didn't have to fling the curtain back like you did." "So I did, punish me," he tested, his body towering over yours. You both glanced by each other's lips before you pushed him back, "Shut up." You heard his raspy laugh before it was cut off by the sound of the shower running.

Liam: It was an honest accident, but he didn't stop once he saw you. As you rushed to get ready for your day with Liam, he showed up earlier than expected, looking around the house for you. He heard the shower running and when he walked in, he didn't expect to see you stepping out. "LIAM!" You screamed, jumping back and hiding behind the shower curtain. "Be careful! Be ... careful ..." his eyes caught a glimpse of your body, fully exposed and now, he saw only your wet, flushed face. "Sorry ... sorry ... I'll uh, I'll go downstairs, if you want me to ..." He looked up at you, his eyes apologetic, but twinkling and you nodded shyly. When you walked out of the bathroom, his head snapped up, smiling softly up at you. "You didn't ... see much, right?" "I saw ... your body ... Like ... I saw everything," he blurted out and you blushed as he lifted his body from the floor by the bathroom door. "You're ... wow, you're beautiful. In every way, really, you are," he suggested, moving a strand of wet hair from your eyes. "Go get ready ..." he smiled, kissing your nose. You nodded quickly, scurrying of to your room as he watched you disappear. "Absolutely beautiful ..." he smiled at his feet, blushing, for he finally admitted what he always believed.

Louis: To him, it was a cheeky mishap, but for you, it was just another one of his attempts to flirt with you. Everyone knew Louis liked you except Louis. Even you knew, but kept your opinion on the situation to yourself. Waking up hours before Louis did, you stepped into his shower, grabbing a towel and placing it in the sink so you can reach it when you came out. Washing away all of the sweat and dirt from your body from the night before, you lost track of time. Louis woke up soon after you, hearing your singing from inside the shower. With a sly smirk and a ameture idea, he quietly walked into the bathroom, took your towel and walked out. You went to reach for it a few moments later, on to feel the cold top of the sink. "LOUIS!" You yelled from behind the door, sending him into an eruption of giggles. "COME GET IT!" You groaned, stepping out of the bathroom, stomping into his room. Marching up to him, you ripped the towel from his hands, and his eyes widened. Trailing them from your head to your toes, he gaped, looking into your eyes. You snickered, turning around, slapping your bum slightly before strutting away, leaving him gobsmacked and flustered

Harry: He was just as scared as you were, both of you freaking out. He really had to pee and he knew you were almost done. "I'm almost done!" "I'll be out in a sec!" "Two more minutes!" That was more than 40 minutes ago. Not knowing that you were just stepping out, he swung the door open, both of you screaming, before you pulled the towel over your body. "HARRY! I SAID I WAS ALMOST DONE!" "YOU SAID THAT 45 MINUTES AGO!" You both screamed again, before you shuffled out awkwardly, both of you brushing against each other in a swift attempt to get out of each other's way. You slammed the door closed behind you, Harry's pants zipper already down. Both of you thought of the situation that just happened, making you cock your head and Harry smirk. That was the first time he saw anything beneath your collarbones. Washing his hands and getting dressed, you both bumped into each other on your way to the kitchen. He smirked down at you, reaching towards the neckline on your shirt, pulling it down. You slapped his hand away, only making him tug on your pants. "Stop!" "You have a sick body." "Shut up." "I'm being honest, you clown," he laughed, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He slapped your butt, causing you to kick your legs. "LET ME DOWN!" "No." "PLEASE LET ME GO." "Nope."

Niall: This wasn't the first time it happened, but it was your fault for leaving the door wide open. You tend to leave the door open all the time, so when Niall walked in to hear the shower running, he went to go shut it off. Not even thinking about you being in there because you do it so frequently, he screamed just as loud as you when he saw you. "NIALL GET OUT!" "SORRY!" He ran inside, his usual flushed cheeks now red with embarrassment. Not long after, he heard the water cut off and the door of his bedroom being shut. He bit his nails, pacing back and forth as you came inside. "Why?" "I DIDN'T KNOW!" "Don't yell!" "Sorry ... you just do that all the time. 'Oh, I forgot my phone, let me get it' and leave and the shower still runs and the door was open, I'm sorry!" "Okay, one, I don't talk like that. And two, JUST CALL MY NAME!" "DON'T YELL!" You both started pacing as he mumbled, "You have a lovely body ..." "What'd you say?" You asked, looking up at him. "You have a lovely body ... You always complain about how you look but ... you're gorgeous. In every way possible, you're ... so incredible," he admitted, looking down into your eyes. He meant every word he said, making you blush and hug him, "Thank you ..." "You're welcome," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, safe hug.