One direction imagines and prefrences

Your hair

Harry: You and Harry both decided that today felt like a good day to bake. He put on his apron, and you pulled you hair back into a low ponytail. He likes baking, but he likes watching you bake more. About half an hour after starting he was sitting on a stool watching as you mixed ingredients together. Right when your hands got full of sticky dough, your ponytail slips, letting hair fall around your face. You used the back of your hands as much as you could to push it back behind your ears. It wasn't working, and harry watched with a smirk. "Haaazz can you please fix my ponytail." you begged, with puppy dog eyes. He nodded getting off of the stool and stalking toward you. "Only because you asked so nicely. I was really enjoying how cute you get when your frustrated." He confessed, gathering all of the hair that and fallen and securing it back in the elastic band.

Liam: You were sitting n the floor in front of the couch painting your toe nails. Liam is sitting behind you, his eyes trained on the TV. His legs on either side of you. Every time you bow your head to paint a nail hair slips down in you why. You huffed loudly sending a strand into the air. Liam noticed, "What's wrong babe?" He asked, collecting you hair and laying it over one shoulder. He bent down and placed a kiss on the opposite side. "My hair keeps getting in the way." You laughed at how silly it must seem. He leaned back, "I got this." He chuckled. His rough hands were gathering your hair on top of your head. He pulled it into a ponytail and tucked it into a bun. You can see your self clearly in the reflection of the glass entertainment center. "Ta-da" He exposed the big bun, it sat sloppily and off cent on your head. You cant contain you laughter. "I look so hot." You said sarcastically.

Niall: It had been a long night, you tossed and turned but never managed to fall asleep. A hot shower, maybe that would help. You snuck out of the bed and into the large connected bathroom. Stripping out of nail's 'Quiet' Sweater. The hot water helped, as soon as it touched you skin you felt tired. You were going to shut the water off when you felt two hand wrap around your stomach. Naill's fully nude body didn't nothing to help the current issue. In fact it only made it worse, having him pressed up against you." He kissed you shoulder the way he does when he wants to have sex. "I'm so tired Ni." You moaned, he sighed against you neck, all sexual thoughts out the window. "Can I wash yer hair?" He asked perkily. 'I love how it smells when yer don showering." You nodded and he squeezed some of you shampoo into your hair, before expertly rubbing in it. You swayed, his fingers felt so good, every second that past you can feel yourself getting more tired. He rinsed it out, and lead you out of the shower. After you were both rinsed off he pulled you into the bed, still fully nude. Your head on his chest and his nose in your hair.

Louis: When ever he has the chance Louis spends time with his family. He likes being the older brother that his sisters can look up to. He laid on the bed playing FIFA while you sat on the floor bushing you hair, in front of a mirror. The game stopped and Louis popped up behind you, crossing his legs and watching you curiously. "Can I try something?" He asked watching as you brushed through your hair. That's a big request considering the attachment you have to your hair. "Try what Lou?" He rubbed small circles into your neck. "My sisters taught me something today, I want to see if I can do it." He rubbed in just the right places, he knew how to get you to cave. "Sure." you groaned as he skillfully massaged your shoulders and neck. He gently pulled you hair into his hands, twisting and tucking it. You watch him in the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed as concentrated. After a good 3 minutes, he lift his hands and scooted back. "Done." Sure enough he had braided a pretty decent fishtail braid. "It looks good, Louis" You said kissing him quickly... Your mind wandered back to the massage he was giving you before. "Do you wanna finish that massage." You asked cheekily.

Zayn: You were laying with Zayn in your big bed. Neither of you sleeping, just laying there quietly. That's a great thing about Zayn. You don't have to be talking all the time. Your head is resting on his bare chest. You almost fell asleep when you felt his fingers in your hair. He had a strand in between two of his long fingers. He played with it, twisting it between his fingers, and carefully examining it. "Why is every single part of you so beautiful?" He asked quietly. You shrugged, what ever he was doing was sending butterflies through your body. "Your hair is so soft, and like idk, it's perfect, just like you." He dropped the strand and planted a kiss on your temple.