one direction preferences / imagines

interracial

Harry - "Our hair almost matches," he chuckled, running his hands through the curly strands on your head. A chuckle left your mouth as you ran your hand down one of his arm. "Mine's better," you argued playfully, shaking your head and letting it brush against his face. "Hey, no fair, yours is always nicer," he pouted, but eventually gave in pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But I love it. It's so poofy and wonderful." Smiling softly, you leaned your head up slightly to press your lips against his. You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled away slightly. His hands ran down your arms repeatedly, letting his soft hands caress your warm skin. "My beautiful girl... I'm so lucky to have you."

Liam - Holding onto your arm, Liam led you protectively through the crowd. He knew when you two got together, there would be some nasty comments thrown at you, but he was going to go to any lengths to keep it that way. As the paparazzi's snapped pictures, a sigh escaped your lips when you began to hear the racial slurs flying from some of their mouths. However, the look on Liam's face made you feel much better. He was glaring at the men with disgust, his teeth clenched and his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. He was trying to hold it together, and you mean really trying. The minute you two got back to the car, his attention was faced right back to you. "They don't get it. They just don't," you murmured softly, pressing your lips to his as a means to calm him down again.

Niall - He rolled off of you panting heavily, the hot sweat sticking to your guys' skin. Your chest heaved up and down as you both stared at the ceiling in absolute awe. "Holy shit..." he breathed out deeply after a couple minutes of nothing but panting, his eyes wide in amazement. "No kidding..." you replied after a couple of minutes, finally starting to catch your breath. You felt more movement on his side of the bed, looking over to meet his eyes, a smile spreading over your face. HIs hands roamed over every inch and curve of your body, exploring it in a much more gentler manner than he just had. "You're like... sparkling," he smiled softly, kissing your shoulder gently. "Yeah, I guess you can't really see it as well on your white skin," you giggled softly pushing some hair from your face. "You're just so beautiful baby... tonight was perfect."

Zayn - Sitting at the park, you waited for your date to get there. Nervously chewing your lip, a million thoughts ran through your mind. Was he going to show up? Had something happened? Did he change his mind? You were cut off when a presence beside you caught you off guard and your head whipped up. "(Y/N)..?" he asked, wanting to make sure he had the right person. "Zayn?" you spoke softly in reply, biting your lip softly. "Oh thank god! I kinda thought it was you, but I didn't know for sure," he smiled widely, relaxing slightly. You broke out into a huge grin, taking him in. His head was shaved, not that you minded and he had his fair share of piercings and tattoos. "I wasn't sure you were gonna come," you admitted shyly, pushing your thicker hair back away from your face. "Why wouldn't I?" he questioned softly, raising an eyebrow. "The minute we started talking, I knew I had to meet you. You're beautiful love. Now, let me take you to dinner?" he offered, standing up and holding out his hand. "My pleasure." "The pleasure is all mine."

Louis - His head rested on your large baby bump as you lay in bed, your shirt tucked under your breasts. "I just hope the baby has your eyes," you explained softly, running your hands through Louis' head. "I want them to have brown eyes," he replied quietly, tracing his hand over the spots where he would feel movement. "No, brown eyes are boring," you muttered, shaking your head softly. The minute those words came out of your mouth, Louis' head was up and his eyes were looking right into yours. "Don't say that. Ever. Brown eyes are not boring. Seriously, when I look into your eyes, I get this sense of warmth and safety. There's something about them that just reads 'home', and when I see you, I know that no matter where you are, I'm home. Your eyes give off so much love and peace, it's so amazing... Plus they're the colour of chocolate. And chocolate is the best thing in the world!" he smiled widely, manoeuvring to wrap his arms around your waist carefully. "Brown eyes or blue, this child is ours and healthy... and that's what matters."