One Direction Preferences

#34 He Hears You Sing

Harry: 

You were sitting on yours and Harry's shared bed, listening to your IPod. Then, a familiar song came on. You had completely forgot you about that song on your IPod. 

"I'll have you begging on your knees for me," you sang. You saw Harry look at you. "What?"

"Me and about a million other people just heard you sing."

"Oops?" you blushed, shrugging. 

"You were extraordiHARRY," Harry smiled as you rolled your eyes.

Liam: 

You're downstairs in yours and Liam's living room, reading a book while listening to your music. Liam's upstairs picking a movie for your movie night. You look up, and see Liam with his Toy Stories. You take an earphone out.

"LiLi, it's not Tuesday. We'll watch 'em Tuesday, OK?" His face fell.

"OK," he said sadly. You went up to him.

"It's OK, Li. How about this, we'll watch 'em after  we get though with the first movie, k?" He smiled, and kissed your cheek.

"OK!" When he turned around, you gave his bum a light pop. He turned around.

"You're going to get it after the movies, babe," he whispered in your ear.

"Get your butt up, and get another movie." After he left, you went back to your music. Then, you hear your favorite song Picture Perfect by Escape the Fate. "You lived your life like you were on fire. But, how can I dance, when your soul just lifted me higher and higher and higher. Paint bleeds, ink runs, image of your love. Your memory, our history (why did you have to go?) I give up my eyes, to see you one last time. And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you. And I could paint you picture perfect. Even if I were blinded. But you have to die, for me to see how to live. (For me to see how, for me to see how oh, for me to see how, for me to see how oh) I live my life hiding in shadows, but now I can see. Cuz your soul is lifting me higher and higher and higher. Paint bleeds, I can't breathe, need you here with me. Close my eyes I can feel you close (why did you have to go?) I give up my eyes, to see you one last time. And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you. And I could paint you picture perfect. Even if I were blinded. But you have to die, for me to see how to live. Angels fall, it's not your fault. Time goes on without you. Goodbye old friend, we'll meet again. Life goes on without you," you sang very loudly. When you turn toward the stairs, you see Liam leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head. You pause the song, take your headphones out and ask, "What? Did you find a movie?"

"Yes, I found something else, too." You raise an eyebrow.

"What else did you find?"

"That my girlfriend has a biLIAM voice." You bite your lip, and look away. Liam chuckled, walked over to you, lifted your chin up, gently, to make you look him in his eyes. "You're cute when you blush, sweetie," he said as he slowly started to lean in. Your eyes widen. You were about to have your first kiss with him. His lips finally touched yours. You both smiled though the kiss. You pulled back from the lack of air. Liam rest his forehead against yours as he kissed your nose. You scrunched your nose up. Liam knew you didn't like it when he did that, but your reaction was just so cute to him. 

"You know I hate that, Liam," you said. 

"I know, but I love the reaction I get. It's just so cute when you scrunch your nose up," as he pinched your nose playfully only earning his hand a slap. 

"And you know I hate that too." He just shrugged, and kissed you lightly.

Louis: 

You were listening to your Take Me Home album. Then, your favorite song came on. 

"I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah, I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah, I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me you care I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah!" you sang, but every time they said 'rock me' you would do Louis' hip thrust. 

"I used to think that I was better alone (better alone), Why did I ever wanna let you go? (let you go), Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea (stared at the sea), The words you whispered I will always believe," Louis whispered in your ear. Your eyes widen.

"Eep!" you let out. Louis smiled.

 "You do my hip thrusts better than me, love," he whispered in your ear.

Niall: 

Niall was taking a shower while you were still asleep. Then, your phone went off. "Simmer down, simmer down. They say we're too young now to amount to anything else. But look around. We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now. If you don't swim, you'll drown. But don't move, honey," you sang along with Luke. 

"Wow, Princess," you heard Niall say. You pull your head up. 

"How long have you been standing there?" you asked with wide eyes. 

"Long enough to know that me Princess can sing," he smirked.

Zayn: 

"I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy," you sang along with Rihanna. 

"I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek. Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey. Wanted to receive attention for my music. Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me. For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways. Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated. When I blew; see, but it was confusing. 'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf. Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!). Hit the lottery, oh wee. But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet. It was like winning a used mink. Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink. I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep. Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith. But I'm actually weirder than you think. 'Cause I'm," you heard Zayn rap from behind you. 

"Damn, Zayn!" you laugh as Zayn only bowed while you laughed even more.