One direction imagines and prefrences

You look beautiful

Harry: You stepped in Harry's car and you felt like you just had a shower with your clothes on. You were so soaked because of the not stopping rain. And when you finally sat dry next to him, incredibly frustrated about how this work day had finished, you saw Harry smirk in the corner of your eye. 'Don't!' You gave him a finger, but that didn't keep him from barely holding in his laughter. At least he tried though... You opened the little car mirror and looked at yourself, but it didn't look like you at all. 'Oh my God. I look like a panda!' You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air, taking in your smudged make-up around your eyes. And Harry lost his cool, and let out his laughter. 'Oh baby... Is it very cheesy to say that I still think you look absolutely beautiful?' He chuckled in your ear, while pressing his lips on your cheek. 'Shut up, Haz.' You murmured, trying your best to hide your smile as well. 'It is true though.' He said when he started the car. 'You may be looking like a panda. But you definitely are the cutest panda I've ever met!'

Louis: It was four in the morning when you Louis called you to pick him up from the airport. He forgot his wallet on the plane and he didn't have any money to pay for a cab. So you got out of bed right away. Your hair in a sleepy bun and with no make-up on you jumped in the car, with only your pyjama on. You were glad you were someone who could get out of bed easily. When you arrived at the airport you texted Louis that you were there, so he could jump in while you parked your car just at the exit. You could only stand there for a couple of minutes though. But two minutes later, Louis was putting in his suitcase in the back of the car and right after, he jumped in himself next to you. 'God, you're an angel for getting here so fast.' He said while crashing his lips into yours. 'I missed you.' He added softly between the kisses. 'I missed you too, Lou.' You said back, kind of surprised how sleepy your voice still sounded. 'You like me to drive?' He asked, just to be sure. But you could do it. You were wide awake. So you shook your head. 'I did hope to look a little bit more pretty for when you got home.' You muttered, while you started the car and drove off again. 'Are you kidding me?' Louis said, genuinely shocked by your words. 'You look beautiful... I love this look on you. And you rock the bun.' He smirked. 'And the pyjama. And the -...'. 'It's okay, Lou. I get it!' You cut him off with a smile, meeting his eyes shortly before you looked at the road again. 'Next time we're going to an award show, I'll dress like this.' You joked and you heard him chuckle at your words. 'Perfect.' He answered right away, playing along like always.

Niall: 'I hate my hair. I hate my hair. GOD I HATE MY HAIR.' You were complaining to yourself in front of the mirror, while trying to go through your hair with a brush. Only two seconds later you heard Niall reply from the bathroom. 'I love your hair. I love your hair. GOD I LOVE YOUR HAIR!' He repeated in the same voice as you. And when he finished his sentence he peeked his head through the door, just in time to meet your rolling eyes. 'You okay, babe?' He smiled happy, folding his necktie. 'I hate my hair.' You answered, eyes focused on the mirror again. 'I heard that, yes. But I don't agree with you, though.' He said, moving himself closer and sitting on the bed behind you. 'But it looks awful.' You cried out and pouted your lips afterwards. You were both making yourselves ready to go to a wedding of a friend of yours, but your bad hair day caused you a lot of trouble in the process. 'Babe...' He started meeting your eyes in the mirror. 'You look beautiful. Not a single girl can compete with you even on your worst days. So just do with your hair what you want to do. Curl it, straighten it, do it in a bun, I don't care. You're stunning either way.' And he ended with a kiss on your lips. You gave him a thankful smile in return. And just before he left to the bathroom again, he ruffled with his hand through your hair. 'GOD DAMN NIALL HORAN!!!' You yelled at the boy you loved, who couldn't be out the room fast enough.

Zayn: You woke up and when you felt with your hand next you, you noticed Zayn already had left to go to work. It was the first time he went back after you were sick for about a week. But since yesterday it was starting to get better, you told him he had to go. He couldn't leave the boys hanging for any longer, although you both knew they didn't mind at all. But now... Having him not with you, felt empty and sad. Because he made being sick better. Always. But you had to get up and do something to keep yourself from thinking about how nice it would be, having him here. You entered the bathroom and just when you wanted to look at the mirror and witness how awful you looked, you saw a little note hanging in the middle of it.

Don't worry. You look absolutely beautiful. - Z.

A smile instantly appeared on your face, while taking the note in your hand. You didn't even bother looking at yourself anymore. When you went downstairs, you found little notes everywhere and every single one of them made your heart jump from excitement.

On the fridge: Only healthy! You need to get better! - Z.

On the cookie jar: Okay... You can eat one cookie. Or two. Just because it's you. - Z.

On the couch: I bought you the Notebook. Don't cry too much. And afterwards, right to bed again! - Z.

On a box of tissues: For if the 'don't cry too much' doesn't work... I miss you. - Z.

On a picture of the two of you: I love you so much, pretty girl. - Z.

Even when he wasn't around, Zayn still managed to make you feel better. He was truly an extraordinary boy. And you were so happy to call him yours.

Liam: When you opened the door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Liam, you were already longing for the shower you were going to take. Liam looked up from his computer screen and instantly smiled. 'Don't look at me. I'm gross!' You said, while placing your bag next to the front door and undoing yourself from your sport shoes. Liam didn't say anything, and when you looked up at him again, you saw him leaning back in his chair, arms folded and smiling brightly. 'What?' You asked, wondering what he was thinking. 'You can call me crazy. But you look absolutely beautiful to me.' He smirked, not leaving his position. 'Well... I can guarantee you that your thoughts change when you come any closer.' You said, while heading to the stairs. But from the moment you said the words, you saw Liam standing up, moving towards you and you felt him kiss your lips, without any hesitation. And although you loved Liam's kisses to death, you didn't like it when you were sweaty and gross like now. But Liam did not care at all. 'Nope. I still think you're beautiful.' He said while your lips parted again. 'Stunning. Mesmerizing. Breath-taking. Magnif-...'. 'Oh shut up you dork!' You laughed, while leaning in for another kiss again. Just one more.