One Directon Preferences

You're In The Lwwy Music Video

Harry: "Crap! This water is ice cold!" you shiver as you step out of the pool, wrapping your arms over your chest and flipping your now-soaked hair over your shoulders. "It is, isn't it?" Harry peels off his wet shirt that'd been clinging to his toned body and drapes it over a chair. "I think there's towels by the prop table," you point out, the two of you walking over side-by-side and shuddering in the light breeze. "There's only one left," he frowns, holding up the striped fabric and handing it to you. "You can have it, love." You gratefully take the towel, unfolding it and passing him one end. "We can share...maybe we can combine our body warmth?" you offer cheekily, smiling as he snuggles up beside you in his part of the towel, playfully toying with your damp hair. 

Liam: "Girl in the red! You have to jump into the lake with the others!" the director shouts into the megaphone, causing you to wince and eye the lake warily. "You all right?" Liam surfaces from the cloudy water, his hair matted to his forehead and his smile bright and welcoming. "A little," you admit, stepping near the edge of the water and watching as he climbs out, droplets of water clinging to his toned body. He grabs a towel and ruffles his hair, looking out at the water and back to you. "It's not scary," he nods, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. "Here, if you want...I'll hold your hand while you jump and we'll jump together." You offer him a shy smile and agree, taking his big hand in yours. "Let's do it." The director screams into the microphone and in 3,2...1! You both jump, hand-in-hand. 

Niall: "Niall, Caroline told you not to get those shoes wet!" you bite back laughter when you see his now-waterlogged supras sitting on the ground beside him. He looks up and brushes his wet hair from his face, giving you a bright smile. "I know, but I don't need them since next is the soccer scene and a wardrobe change, yeah?" he shrugs and jumps up as the director calls for everyone to go on the field for the next part. "C'mon!" he grabs your hand and pulls you along with him, but you shake your head. "I'm not an extra, I'm just an intern for wardrobe," you tell him, frowning and gesturing towards the clothes tent. "Aw, who cares? You look gorgeous and I want you to be in the scene," he decides,the two of you heading to the fields. 

Louis: "Are you okay?" you bite back a laugh when you see Louis lying on the ground, having recently-fallen from a stray giant beach ball to the chest. "Ah, fine, just a little fall," he smiles and climbs to his feet, brushing wet bits of grass from his tee. "Don't you hate it when giant balls hit you and you fall on the ground?" you tease, pulling a leaf from his shoulder and tossing it aside. He laughs and brushes his hair from his eyes, holding out his hand. "I'm Louis and you are very funny and very pretty and we should go get something to eat." 

Zayn: "You're so crazy!" you shout, watching Zayn attempt to do a backflip on the trampoline. "Not crazy! I'm just living while I'm young! C'mon!" he laughs as he reaches over and helps you onto the trampoline, his warm hands holding yours tight. "I feel like a little kid," you smile, jumping with him with your hair floating behind you like a cape. "Isn't it nice?" he shouts, his unbuttoned flannel fluttering in the breeze. "And...cut!" the director shouts, clapping his hands. You two hadn't even known he was filming!