You touch his hair/weave
Niall: You and Niall were out and about one day. “Urgh, I’m getting hungry,” you whined, “me too, wanna grab some lunch?” Niall asked. “YES!” You practically shouted, “shit yeah!” Niall said, doing one of his famous jumps. You two made your way to the new restaurant you have been hearing so much about and got seated. The waiter came, took your orders and left, leaving you and Niall just small talking. You noticed he had something in his hair, “babe you have something in your hair,” you told him, pointing to his head. He swiped his hand across his hair, completely missing it. “No right here,” you say reaching for his head but he slaps your hand away and you draw it back. He messes with his hair again, “okay is it gone?” he asked. “Dammit Niall no let me get it,” you said getting annoyed. You reached for his hair again, “STOP IT,” he yelled but you didn’t listen. Right as you touched his hair he freaked out, “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME OR SO HELP ME I WILL SNATCH ALL OF YOUR LACE UNDERWEAR!” He screeched. You backed your hand away, “ugh I can practically FEEL the ratchet you passed on,” he said with disgust as he got out of his chair. “Where are you going?” you asked, “to take an acid bath to wash the basic off of me,” he replied putting his hands on his hips and walking away. He stopped and turned around, “by the way, nice choice of color,” he said, snapping the side of a pair of your pink lace panties that he had taken. He then snapped his fingers and vanished into a puff of pink smoke.
Liam: You and Liam were at your shared flat, getting ready for your dinner reservation. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for Liam, so you got right to work on doing your hair and makeup. You had finally finished and slipped on your new dress. Looking in the mirror you smiled, taking in how fabulous you looked. You stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom where Liam was. He looked up and walked towards you, “you look so beautiful,” he said with a smile. You blushed, “aw thanks Li,” you said kissing his nose and ruffling his hair. He gasped dramatically, “(Y/N) HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY HAIR!!?” He screeched. You knew you messed up, touching Sparkle Payne’s hair was a big no-no, “oh I-I’m sorry I forg-” “HUSH!” He interrupted, “My Gucci locks are not to be tainted by your basic touch!” He sassed. He then started twerking so hard that he began to float and he busted through the roof. You looked out the newly formed hole and watched as he twerked away into the night with all of his animal friends.
Harry: It was a bright, early morning and to no surprise you were awake before your boyfriend Harry. You looked over at his cute sleeping face and forced yourself out of bed. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen fixing yourself a bowl of cereal, not feeling like doing any actual cooking. You plopped yourself down onto the couch and turned on the TV, eating your cereal in peace. You finished your breakfast, putting the bowl in the sink and heading back upstairs. You walked into the bedroom and saw that Harry was still sleeping. You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, “Harry, babe wake up,” you said softly. Nothing. You sighed, trying a new approach; you pulled the covers down and crawled back into the bed. You heard him groan, “Harry wake upppp,” you whined, a bit louder than the last time. “No,” he said flatly, pulling the covers back onto his body, “urgh,” you growled under your breath. You decided to try another approach; running your fingers through his curls. You reached your hand over and got one stroke in before he shot out of the bed, “WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!!?!” He shrieked. “You wouldn’t wake up,” you said calmly, knowing that would’ve gotten him out of bed. He began jumping up and down and flailing his arms, “I JUST GOT THIS WEAVE PUT IN YESTERDAY AND YOU GOTTA COME IN AND RATCH IT UP! UGH I AM SOO DONE WITH THIS!” He screeched, slipping on his sequined Ugg boots and swan diving out the window. He flew across the sky, leaving stars to trail behind him.
Zayn: You and Zayn were sitting on the couch watching TV together when he asked, “hey (Y/N) you wanna go to Gucci? I need a new belt.” “Zayn we went to Gucci like, last week?” you said confused, “a bad bitch can never have too much Gucci. We. Are. Going,” he said hopping off the couch and skipping to the bathroom to get ready. You sighed and walked into the bedroom to slip on a pair of jeans and shoes. You put your hair up into a ponytail, not really caring how you looked because you knew you were a fierce bitch either way. You walked into the bathroom to see Zayn finishing up. “You ready babe?” You asked, “yup!” He said, popping the “p” with a smile. You smiled at your adorable boyfriend leaned in to kiss him. It was a slow, sweet kiss and you brought your hands up to his hair. Just as you touched it he yelped and jumped back, “EXCUSE ME BITCH BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He shouted. “I was jus-” you started, “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU WERE DOING. NOBODY PUTS THEIR HANDS ON THE QUEENS QUIFF!” He shrieked, tearing off his shirt to reveal his new tattoo across his chest that read, “Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks”. He did a cartwheel out of the bathroom and into the hallway. He clapped his hands three times and he disappeared, leaving a mound of purple glitter.
Louis: It was a normal night at the flat you shared with Louis. You two were both snuggled up on the couch watching TV, enjoying each other’s company. You weren’t really paying attention to the TV anymore, more so lost in your own thoughts. You were thinking about how lucky you were to have such a great boyfriend. You reached up to brush the falling bits of hair out of his face and as you brushed them aside, Louis started screaming. You immediately brought your hand back, “WHAT’S WRONG?!” You asked with worry. “YOU JUST TOUCHED MY FUKKEN WEAVE!” He shouted, pointing to his head and springing off the couch. “You know how much I paid for this? More than that ratchet ass purse you carry!” He sassed, slipping on his Coach boots and smoothing down his Victoria’s Secret romper. He clapped his hands and a pink golf cart with Louis Vuitton printed leather seats and a diamond studded steering wheel appeared in the middle of the living room and he climbed in. “LOUIS I can’t even BELIEVE THIS right now!” You shouted in anger and confusion. He scoffed, “Oh gurl, you better beWEAVEit!” He screeched as he drove through the wall and into the night.
Credit: twerkin-prefs
