One Directon Preferences

He Figures Out You Have A Hidden Talent

Louis: "Thank you so much for offering to do Lottie's make-up for her school dance, it means a lot to her," Louis leads you to the living room where a very anxious Lottie is waiting. "No problem, I love doing make-up, and she's an absolute doll," you plop your make-up kit down on the table and Lottie greets you with a hug. Twenty minutes later, Lottie looks fabulous with a perfectly contoured face, cat-eyed smokey eye and rosy cheeks. "I look amazing, you should be a professional or something!" Lottie stares at the mirror with glee. "She's right, babe. You have a real talent for doing make-up!" Soon, his other sisters are begging you to their make-up and the night turns into a Girl's Night Sleepover party. Needless to say, the Tomlinson ladies absolutely adore you. 

Liam: "Babe, have you seen my sneakers?" you peek your head into Liam's room and you notice him on your laptop. "What are you do-" you notice him reading something and go to get a closer look. "I was going through the Documents to look for that article you saved and I found this fan fiction of You and I..." You blush, it must be the one you wrote before you guys were dating. "I wrote that before we were dating, um, I-" He cuts you off. "No, it's, it's amazing. You never told me you could write! I like how you have so many details and a good plot...it's amazing," he smiles. "You should go for an internship at the newspaper or Sugarscape or something with writing..." He kisses your cheek and you smile. "Plus, I love how you described me so handsomely," he attempts to pose seductively but still looks adorable. "I describe what I see," you reply with a wink. 

Niall: "Damn, who made these cookies? They taste amazing!" You were at movie night at Zayn's house with all the guys, Eleanor and Danielle. "Um, I did..." you shrug. "Did you really?" Liam finishes off one of the cookies. "These are better than the Cookie Man's. Niall shoves another cookie in his mouth. "You are an amazing baker, Princess. It's true love. An amazing maker of food meets an amazing eater of food," he gives you a kiss, his lips taste like chocolate. "True love indeed," you laugh. 

Harry: "Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting..." you belt out your favorite song of the moment as you shower, rubbing shampoo in your hair. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and your curly haired boyfriend struts in. "Jesus, Harry! You scared the crap out of me, I didn't know you were home yet!" You quickly pull the shower curtain around yourself and he smiles. "Well, I heard you singing. Did you know you have an amazing voice? Why are you hiding it?" He sits on the floor of the bathroom and asks you to keep singing. You sigh and finish the song and he sings along at the end. "Okay, first of all, you have to sing that for the boys, they'll love it! Second of all," he gestures to your still shampoo-covered hair and gives you a cheeky grin. "Can I join you?" 

Zayn: "Wow, where did you buy these from?" Zayn stares at the large paintings on your bedroom wall in amazement. "I didn't buy them." he turns to you in disbelief. "You stole them?!" You laugh and shake your head. "No, silly. I...I painted them." He looks even more shocked. "You painted these? They look professional!" He runs his hand along the brush strokes gingerly. "Can you paint me one, please? I could really use something amazing to hang up in my room," he smiles. "Absolutely." you smile.