One direction imagines and prefrences

Painting

Harry:

"Y/N, can you hand me those paint brushes and a towel please?" He asked running his fingers through his shaggy curls.

You picked up the small basket that held the painting supplies and carried against your hip, over to him.

"Thanks sweetheart." He said kissing you.

"No problem, which room do you think we should start with?" You asked.

"I though we'd go big to small. So like, the den, then the kitchen, something like that." He said trying to straighten out his bandana.

"Here let me help you." You said grabbing his bandana and tugging it softly to one side of his head.

He stared at you smirking just enough for you to see his brilliant white teeth. Once he realized that you saw him staring, he laughed.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

"Did you know that you stick your tongue when you're concentrating?" He laughed.

"No I don't!" You said defensively.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." He said shaking his head.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you softly, before the two of you started to paint.

Liam:

I dragged sheets across the floor, covering the wooden panels. You and Liam had decided to paint your flat, to 'brighten' it up.

"How's the hallway coming along?" Liam asked.

He was lazily dressed in a pair of low riding sweatpants, and no shirt. He smirked at you in your torn up shirt that you always used for painting, and your blue jeans.

"It would be going a lot faster if I had some help." You joked.

"Yeah maybe I can call the lads and the can help you." He laughed.

"I meant you dingus." You said throwing one of the clean paint brushes at him.

"Did you just call me a dingus?" He asked laughing.

"Yes I fucking did!" You said sassing him.

He laughed and dipped the brush into the bucket near my own. You turned your head back towards the wall when you felt a slap across your arse. Liam was laughing uncontrollably, while you inspected your arse. There was one distinct paint splatter on the back pocket off your jeans, and it had gone everywhere.

"You want to play Payno?" You laughed waving your own brush.

"Bring it baby!" He laughed raising his brush again.

Niall:

"Ni! Are you gonna help me or are you going to make me paint this entire room by myself?" You shouted, from the living room of your new home.

"I'm coming!" He said

You could hear him walk into the room, but were to focused on the wall to notice what he was wearing. Which was a pair of white socks, and only a pair of white socks. He tried to keep his laughter to himself, but he couldn't help it. He bursted into laughter.

"What are you doing?!" You asked, finally turning to a fully exposed Niall.

"I didn't want to get my clothes dirty."

"What about your socks?" You said pointing at his feet.

He wiggled his toes and shrugged, " Me toes were cold."

You started to laugh because this was Niall's logic and no one else's.

"What about your willie?" You asked laughing.

"I hadn't really thought that through." He smirked.

You just shook your head, Niall was such an idiot. He did stuff like this all the time, which is normally why he gets sick, but he's your idiot and you loved that all the stupid stuff that he did you got to see.

"Right. Let's get painting then." He said rubbing his hands together and grabbing a paint brush.

Louis: "Louis you can take your hands off my ass..." You urged, while painting the corner of the room. His hands firmly on your bum. "I don't want you to fall off the ladder." He responded his hands not moving an inch. "I'm not going to fall I promise." You felt him reluctantly move his hands. "Thank you, now will you paint that wall?" You asked reaching to a spot of dry white wall. Suddenly the ladder was kicked from underneath you. You shrieked falling back, and into Louis tattooed arms, the paint brush still in your hand. "I thought you said you wouldn't fall." He teased. "You kicked the ladder," You noted motioning toward it, folded up on its side on the floor. "That's not the point." He sassed back. "You broke a promise now you have to make it up to me."

Zayn: Zayn stood in the center of he room. Snapping pictures of the walls. He always does before he paints over the graffiti room. Tomorrow they would be new clean walls to use. "Ready?" You asked holding out a white paint roller. He looked down at you with amber eyes, and took it from you. "As I'll ever be." He turned on the radio and you both started to paint. His mask sitting on top of his head pushing his hair down. When ever he reached for the high sections on the wall, you can't help but get distracted by the happy trial sitting on his lower stomach. One of his favorite songs come on shuffle and he starts to dance. As soon as he started moving his arms you could feel wet paint splatter all down the side of your face, hair, and shirt. Your mouth fell open and your turn toward him slowly. Your arms out from the sides of your body, as you took in the fact you have paint over the entire right side of your body. "Zaaayyyn, dammit I just did my hair." You whined. His quite chuckle made you laugh. "Tats a good look on yeh." He's teased. "Ok," you said quietly. You dipped your brush in the bucket and flung paint right back. By the end of the day, the room was painted, but so were the two of you.