One direction preferences and imagines

#4 He kisses you but your just friends

Louis: His team was trailing by one, and you lied across his crossed legs. With just as much anticipation because Man U sucks, absolutely sucks, period. He chewed on his thumb nail every time they got the ball and brought it down. His fingers gripped on your shoulder when one good cut was made and he was inching towards the goal. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" You started yelling, standing up to bounce on the balls of your feet. And it happened, the ball slides in with ease, the goalie throws up his arms, glaring at his defense but that was all forgotten when you turned to Louis with the brightest smile. "Fuck!" He laughed, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and pulling you into his pink lips that melted into yours.

Niall: "You look really pretty when you cry." He smiled, wiping away mascara stained tear drops with one of his sweatshirt sleeves. You laughed, turning yourself to his warm inviting chest. Leaning your forehead on him, he parted rivers into your hair. Rubbing along the ends of hair, and scratching at your scalp. He opened his legs slightly for you to move in between them. "I'm getting snot all over you." You laughed, he laughed too but his hand was falling from your hair whiny oh sat up from his chest. He tucked a final strand behind your ear before letting his palm rest on your shoulder. "It'll come out in the wash." He smiled, wrapping his fingers around the nape of your neck and slowly tugging closer to his dry lips, mashing together with salty, slimy ones. "No more crying."

Harry: You were halfway off, halfway on his body in his bed. Even though there was room for about three people you couldn't force yourself to lift your head from his stomach. Playing with his hand and filling the slots between them with yours. Tangling and untangling, tangling and untangling. Until they were tangled did his hands tense to were you couldn't remove them so easily. "Hazzie." You laughed, pushing on his wrist to let go. His laughs shook your body from above him as he tightened his grip. "Your hands are sweaty." You whined, shaking your hand in his. But the smile on your face was taking up you're entire face. You stopped when he suddenly wasn't laughing anymore. His head tilted to the side as he took you in. Your eyes went wide when his found your lips, that were slightly open. "Let it happen." He mumbled, leaning down almost too slowly before your lips were filled with a cherry color and were unconsciously closing around his.

Liam: Chlorine was filling his mouth and nostrils as you splashed him. He was laughing way to hard for his liking because god, he really wanted to splash you, or dunk you underwater but you were snorting an awful lot. "Liam it's no fun when you don't splash back." He wiped his face to rid it of water before his arms were failing like yours were just seconds ago. You dipped underwater to avoid the splashes, backing yourself into a corner. Air bubbles from your nose rose to the top of the pool and you could see Liam making his way over. You wanted to move but he was already so close, you couldn't. Rising from the depths you started giggling, he smiled, placing his hands against the concrete on either side of you. He could splash you now, or take you under but he was too busy watching beads of water cascade down your cheeks that were exploding with a large smile. He smiled once again, and lent down to catch your lower lip.

Zayn: He walked into your room, with some chocolates and soup that his mum made for you. Piles of tissues were made by the side of your bed, not to mention a million blankets thrown on the floor in the middle of fever break, making it unbearable to move in such hot corders. He sat the soup and chocolates on your desk before folding himself into the covers beside you. Moving the hair that covered your neck away to your front. Drawing inanimate objects on the boiling skin, circles and smiley faces. He wanted so much to flip you over and squeeze the life out of you but you were dead asleep and already so hot. So, instead he found comfort at staring at your back muscles expand with big intakes of breath. He smiled, kissing the back of your neck, removing your hair again to peck your ear, your cheek and then your nose.