One direction imagines and prefrences

Breakfast mornings

Harry: 'It's a smiley face.' He laughs, and the happy sound seems in tune with the soft music playing for the speakers. His hair caught the weak, early sunshine through the curtains, making his brown hair lighter, illuminating every freckle and follicle of hair on his skin, the slight blemishes that made him human.

'It looks happy.' You yawn with a tired smile, taking the fruit platter in which the watermelon made the mouth and grapes carefully balanced on cut kiwi fruit made the eyes...a strawberry nose.

'Well that's because it's a smiley face.' Harry laughs, kissing your cheek. 'I made it look like me.' He breaths on you skin, fluttering your eyes to a decent alertness before he turns away to grab something.

'Did you make coffe-'

'Here we go.' Harry beams, passing you a steaming mug of long black, just like his. 'That'll wake you up.'

'Oh I get it!' You say with a lazy excitement. 'The green fruit is to match your eyes!'

Harry just shakes his head in amusement whilst cracking eggs into a sizzling pan, humming to a song that you didn't recognize. He filled the morning air with smiles, music and comforting love. 'I think I'll make pancakes tomorrow.' Harry grins over his shoulder at you, already thinking about the next morning with you.

'Yum.' You smile, strands of hair from your messy bun falling over your eyes as you take a bite from the watermelon lips.

Liam: Liam either liked to call room service or chuck some cereal and milk in a bowl, but he was always shirtless with loose, untied sweat pants. His physically presence in this way always made the cereal divine.

'I think some cartoons are on.' He mumbles lazily, passing you a bowl after he presses his sleepy mouth on yours.

'We should go out for breakfast one day.' You yawn, not really meaning it no matter how many times you suggested it. You flick on the TV to some morning cartoons, laughing yourself fully awake when Liam spills milk all down his bare front.

'Don't laugh!' Liam chuckles, flicking milk off his chest. 'I'll make you clean it up.' He challenges, already lunging to grab you.

'Babe no!' You scream in laughter, trying to doge him with your cereal bowl in hand.

'Come here.' He calls out endearingly, chasing you around the living room. 'Hey you have to share now!' He exclaims when you teasingly eat cereal in front of him. Like Tom and Jerry you chased each other until you both collapsed on the living floor in each other's arms.

'Oh here!' You say with quick break, shoving the bowl up to his lips before you replaced it with your own lips.

Zayn: It was never breakfast but always brunch because you and Zayn hardly ever saw the morning. It was a quick peanut butter toast with milky coffee in bed.

'How do you always get it melty like this?' Zayn inquires in a relaxed tone, the light brown mixture sitting at either corner of his lips.

'I put it on straight after the toaster.' You laugh, wiping the sides of his mouth with your finger before putting it to your lips. 'We're getting bread crumbs all over the sheet.'

'It's worth it.' Zayn smiles as he takes a large bite from his toast.

'Why's that?' You say with a mouthful.

Zayn chuckles to himself. 'It'll be an excuse to be late to meetings today.' When Zayn looks at you, you can already tell he misses you. He shrugs when you say he's already late and puts on a funny voice. 'Sorry Paul, I had a very serious bread crumb emergency at home.' He brings you into his arms as you double over with laughter in bed, trying not to get his sticky, crumby fingers on your hair and trying not to kiss you because if he did, he'd never leave.

'Oh I wish that counted.' You breathe out, leaning your head on his shoulder. 'I guess for now all we have is peanut butter.'

Zany sighs, hugging you tighter. 'I finished mine.'

You hum at the back of your throat. 'I can always make more.' Zayn can feel your soft smile on his shoulder.

Louis: 'I'm hungry.' Louis moans next to you, his lips dragging on your neck with every word.

'You can't have me for breakfast.' You tease, laughing and palming his face when he tries to playfully bite you. 'I'm still sleeping leave me alone.'

'I can't, I'm hungry.' Louis groans, but unable to close his eyes to the curtain fed morning lighting on you and the bed.

'Make something yourself.' You mumble, rubbing your head against the pillow to get comfortable.

'But you make the best tea...' He whines, playing with the tips of your hair. 'Please?'

'No.'

'Please?' He tries again, aiming to kiss your nose but getting your ear. 'Please.'

'Oh fine, fine, fine.' You exhale, pushing him away and almost falling out of bed you get up. 'Fine.' You glare.

Louis winks, but also gets up. 'I'll come with you big baby.' Louis dodges your slapping hand. 'I'll race you.' He calls over his shoulder as you both bolt for the door together.

Niall: It was only when Niall woke up to the sound of you in the shower he knew it was his turn to make breakfast. He didn't mind, because you almost always made breakfast and dinner. He would hum a tuneless beat to your shower while made his way to the kitchen wondering what you might feel like today. He based if you gave him head last night you probably wouldn't want yoghurt. He yawned, stretching on his toes before bending down to grab out eggs and bacon. He had been frying for five minutes when he heard your chipper voice.

'Oh that's what I wanted.' You say thankfully, kissing him on the lips and simultaneously turning on the kettle and grabbing the bread loaf to begin making toast.

'You look nice.' Niall grins, admiring your tights and jumper combo.

'Hmm.' You nod back to him as a compliment as you bite down on some bacon. 'Do we have orange juice?'

'Fridge.' He nods his head in the direction of the refrigerator.When you walk past him to get to it, Niall smacks your bottom playfully, making you squeal.

'Niall I could have spilt it!' You exclaim. 'No orange juice for you.' You laugh, turning away from him as you cradle the carton.

'No juice, no bacon then.' Niall challenges, sarcastically pouting at your sad expression. 'Too bad.' He laughs.

'Meanie.' You half smile, handing him the juice.

Niall feeds more bacon into your lips. 'Just shut up and eat will ya.- ouch!' He yelps when you bite his fingers.

'Oh, oops.' You winks, stealing the orange juice back and running away.

'Y/n!' He laughs into the morning apartment air, stuck with the frying eggs on the pan.