One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Frat Boy

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 6px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Niall:His head lolled back as he let out a laugh when you took your spot at the head of the table, “What you’re next?” He asked once his laughter subsided and you looked over at him with a quirked brow. “Yeah I am…problem Niall?” You questioned and he shook his head with a grin. “No. No problems at all on this end. But don’t worry babe I’ll go easy on you yeah.” He teased picking up the plastic white ball angling himself to sink it in one of your cups and you shook your head a giggle falling from your lips. “That won’t be necessary babe. You see I have plans on beating you fair and square in front of your brothers.” You beamed as the people surrounding the table snickered and he scoffed. “Beat me huh?” He chuckled throwing the ball and sinking it in your cup, the beer sloshing over the sides, “Don’t really see that ‘appening babe. Drink up though.” He grinned motioning to the cup he made as the people chanted around him.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background: #fdfdfd;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Louis:“Brought your boyfriend with you?” Louis asked in your ear with a quirked brow. “Maybe why?” You questioned with a grin and he let out a groan. “Because I invited you…not you and him. I can’t make passes at you comfortably with him lurking around some where.” He complained letting his hand fall from your waist and you let out a giggle shaking your head. “He’s not ‘ere. Should have brought him though, it’d keep you away from me.” You teased with a roll of your eyes as you slipped passed him and further into the crowded house. He followed after you with a dry chuckle falling from his lips, “Oh please. You know you like me.” He muttered grabbing a hold of your hand and lacing your fingers. You peered over your shoulder with questioning eyes, “I have a boyfriend Lou.” You reminded him glancing down at your linked fingers. With a smirk he shrugged his shoulders, “I know. And I noticed you didn’t deny liking me either.” He wiggled his eyebrows, only causing you to roll your eyes at him.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Liam:You looked on as girls attached themselves to him, giggling as they closed their hands around his biceps probably babbling on about how strong he was. Soon as your eyes met you couldn’t help but roll your eyes before bringing your cup up to your lips you took a big gulp, wincing a bit at the burn. You downed the rest of your drink before trudging over to kitchen, where Liam so happened to be with his friends. Once you were close enough he grabbed a hold of your elbow, giving the girls his crinkly-eyed smile as he announced his departure. He slung his arm around your shoulder as the two of you continued over to the drinks, “Having fun?” He asked with a quirked brow and you shrugged reaching over for the tequila to fill up your cup. “I know you are though right, Li.” You quipped giving him a tight smile. “Oh c’mon babe…don’t tell me you’re jealous.” He chuckled tightening his arm around your shoulder, “You know you’re my favorite.” He whispered leaning in to press his lips to your cheek. “Whatever Liam.”</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background: #fdfdfd;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Zayn:“S’not ‘appening.” He interrupted, grabbing a hold of the guy’s shirt and pulling him back. He looked down at you taking in your hiked up shirt and salt lined up along your skin with a smoldering look. “Seriously?” He questioned letting out a dry chuckle. “Shows over.” He barked not taking his eyes off you, listening to the murmurs as the people filed out of the kitchen. Sitting up on your elbows you jutted out your lower lip after removing the lime from between your lips, “Aw you’re not fun Z.” You teased, watching as he narrowed his eyes letting out a growl. He gave your shoulder a bit of a push, making you lie back down before leaning in and running his tongue slowly over the scattered remains of salt spread along your skin. He trailed his tongue across your skin with his eyes locked on yours before reaching over to get a hold of the shot to knock it back quickly. “In the future if you want some one t lick ya or take shots of ya, come look for me yeah.” He breathed sucking in his lower lip between his teeth.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Harry:Klutz. That’s what you heard them call him and you knew exactly why as he tripped over his own feet making his way over to the couch. He let out a giggle as he fell into the seat beside you, “You didn’t see that.” He grinned bringing his hand up to push away his wild hair. “What happened to your scarf?” You asked with a quirked brow, letting your eyes rake over his long locks. “Dunno honestly…this girl was playing with my hair a bit ago and guess she nicked it.” He muttered with furrowed brows a slight frown taking over his lips and you let out a quiet chuckle. “Well ‘m Harry.” He shrugged and you nodded knowingly shooting him a slight smile. “You know that already huh…that’s just my way of getting you to tell me your name.” He shook his head with a dimpled grin. “[Y/N]…” You spoke quietly letting your eyes trail to your lap as you smiled a bit shyly. “Well [Y/N]…how about a drink or maybe a dance. Or both. Dunno just get off the couch for a bit.” He rambled a bit still with his dimples on display as he pushed himself off the couch, knocking his knee in to the table. Klutz…it suited him well.</li>

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