Harry: “Say coffee again, say it please!” he pleads, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Stop making fun of my New York accent!” you scold, sticking out your tongue. “I’m not making fun, I’m admiring! It’s so cute, please?” he pouts, kissing your cheek. “Fine, cawfee,” you say with a small smile, your accent clear and present. “I love it,” he smiles, shaking his head. “Cawfee.”
Louis: “Boston accents are hot,” he smirks, playing with the ends of your hair. “Really? I like your accent, too, ya Brit,” you counter, leaning against his chest. “Park the car in Harvard yard,” he calls out in his accent. “Nah, Pahk the cah in Havahd yad is the Boston way,” you tease, swatting his chest.
Liam: “Your Southern accent is terrible,” you tell him, watching as he tries to imitate your signature drawl. “Oh yeah? Do my accent!” he laughs, waiting for your retaliation. “Pip pip cheerio, tea and chips?” you offer, failing miserably at a British accent. “Let’s both stick to our native accents,” he concludes with a kiss on the cheek.
Zayn: “I love when you talk, your accent is the best,” he smirks, watching you tell a story about school yesterday. “Yeah? You like my accent? I like yours,” you purr, tracing your fingers along his jawline. “Say more words,” he replies, his eyes watching your lips.
Niall: “Jeez, Niall. Your Scottish accent’s better than mine and I’m the one that’s actually from Scotland,” you laugh, enjoying his impressions. “I try, I try. Your Scottish accent is much cuter than mine, though,” he smiles, kissing your cheek. “And you’re better looking.
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One Directon Preferences
FanfictionThis book is about One Direction. I will write preferences for you kids!!! Some of this preference are from tumblr and the author gets full credit for writing all this masterpices!! XoXo
