One Direction Preference

Teasing you

Liam-

"Could you pass the salt, Niall?" Harry asks, reaching over to grab it from him. You smile at them both, picking at the Cesar Salad on your plate.

"What do you think of this place, babe?" Liam asks and you rest your head on his shoulder. His hand sneaks under the table, resting his fingers on your knee as Louis kicks Zayns leg under the table.

"It's nice, it's quiet." Liam hums in agreement, fingers tracing around the inside of your thigh. You set down your fork, leaning into him as Harry smirks at you from across the table.

"Quiet eh?" Liam mumbles, fingertips riding up higher, running up the hem of your skirt. His fingers brush an especially sensitive bit and you shiver, shutting your eyes.

"You okay there Y/N?" Louis questions, glancing over at you. Liam quickly snatches his hand away and you shoot him daggers as he picks up his fork, and shovels his pasta into his mouth.

Harry-

You sat down beside Louis, leaning back into the sofa and flinging your legs over Louis'. (It's one of those 'L' shaped couches mkay?) Harry sat down behind you, Niall on his left in an armchair.

"Right, I'm gonna get another beer." Niall stated, pausing the game of fifa the boys were playing.

"Grab me one too yeah?" Harry calls out from behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomache to pull you further towards him and away from Louis.

"Hello." You murmur, playing with his rings.

"Hello..." He breathes, hot breath running down you neck. You curl up into him, drawing your legs up to your chest, streatching your neck as he peppers kisses to the shell of your ear. His tongue darts out, coating the lobe and tugging it between his teeth before letting go with a ragged breath.

"Hazza! You drinking light, or full strength?" Niall yells from the kitchen.

Louis-

"Hey Y/N could you hand me the ticket, I just have to go in first!" Louis calls as you pull up at the ticket check for the train. You pass him the ticket as he walks up to the machine, pushing it in as you two race to get down the steps to the platform as the train rolls up.

"Just made it!" You gasp, pecking him on the nose as the train doors close behind you. You sit down in a seat as Louis sits down next to you, taking his bag off and setting it by his feet.

"Mm?" He hums in reply, throwing an arm down behind you and slipping a hand into your back pocket.

"Lou..." You warns, an empty threat as he kneads your bum, head beginning to spin as you forgot what to concentrate on. This hand slowly creeps out, climbing up your shirt and rest on your hip, tracing slow circles before he pulls you sharply into his side. You giggle as his fingers dig into your skin, heat against heat, not even caring that everyone around you is staring. He nuzzles into your neck, nipping lightly before suddenly he pushes away, picking up his bag.

"Gotta text the boys, left my phone in my bag." He mumbles as you sit there, jaw hanging open.

3/5 done, post rest tomorrow