One Direction Preferences

Punk series: #7 He sneaks into your room

Louis: "What are you doing here?" You exclaimed, watching Louis slide closer to your window, being careful not to fall off the tree branch. "I came to visit you y/n. I'm lonely at home." He said as if it was the most obvious answer there was. "Are you crazy? I swear, if you fall, you're going to die." You said, freaking out inside, and he simply chuckled. "I'm fine, y/n. You don't realize how many times I've had to do this in my own house so my mom never caught me sneaking out. Now, move over before I actually do fall and die." You quickly obeyed him and stepped away from the window. Louis, who had now landed gracefully in your room, sent you a smile before taking your hand and leading you back to the bed. "Now can you explain to me why you're really here at two in the morning?" You said as he pulled you down onto your bed, practically pulling you to rest against him completely. He shook his head, burying his head into your neck. "I'm just tired," He mumbled. "Want to sleep." "You can also sleep at your house but you chose to come here. Now explain before I kick you out." Both you and Louis knew that was a obvious lie but you needed to say something to get him to talk. "Okay. Well," He said but was cut off by a loud yawn as he moved to look at you. "we had-or at least I thought we did-a really good time tonight and I couldn't stop mind from drifting back to it. I don't know if you felt this way but I thought that or date had ended a bit too early for my liking." The room seemed to become much hotter as Louis' eyes seemed to stare into your soul as he moved your body so that you were straddling him. "I want to pick up where we were interrupted, will you let me?" You felt his breath against your face as he spoke. You nodded your head slightly; Louis' hand slipping behind your head as he roughly pushed his lips against yours. You squealed lightly as you felt his tongue slip into your mouth. This was a whole new experience for you, sure you've been kissed before but nobody's ever kissed you like this. His rough lips wrapped up with your soft, delicate ones. It was full of passion, desperation and maybe even a bit of lust. A moan escaped you lips as his hands moved down to your butt, squeezing and kneading as he pleased. "Shh," He said, pulling his mouth off of you for a moment. "we don't want you family to hear, do we?" He attempted to connect your lips together once again but you quickly turned your head before he could do so, causing his lips to connect with your cheek. "I-It's really late, Louis and, you're right; I really don't want my parents to wake up because they'll kill me. Maybe you should go... Before they catch us." A look of hurt was on his face as he realized that you rejected his kiss, rejected him. With wide eyes, he shook his head. "They won't catch me, y/n, I promise. Let's just get some sleep and we can talk in the morning." Those were his last words before he gently moved you off of him and got comfortable in your bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Liam: As soon as you enter you room, you jump at the unknown voice but quickly relax once you realize who it is. "You should really lock your window, you know." Liam is laying on your bed, looking a bit out of place seeing as your room is very girly and bright but he his lying on the bed covered in tattoos and leather. "What are you doing here, Liam? I thought you left after you dropped me off." "I was going to," He said, pushing himself off the bed and standing in front of you. A smirk was on his face as he bushed some hair out of your face. "but I felt our night wasn't quite over yet." "So decided to sneak into my room when my parents are directly downstairs?" He nodded and laughed quietly, careful to keep his voice down so your parents wouldn't hear him. "I wouldn't exactly put it that way but, yes, I guess you could say that. Now, c'mon, let continue where we left off." "Oh?" You giggled as you pushed him back down onto his previous spot on the bed and climbed on top of him, resting your hips against his. "and what was that?" "I think we left off here, sweetie." He said, covering your mouth with his. His fingers sneaked up your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your stomach, never once separating your lips. "Can I take it off?" He mumbled into your lips, referring to your blouse. "Not now; we just had our first date, Liam. I don't move as fast as you usually do..." He nodded, not as bothered as you had expected him to be when you denied him, content with just kissing you. A loud knock on the door cause you to push Liam away towards the window. "Get out," You mumbled, heading towards the door. "It's probably my father. If he sees you, I'm dead." He nodded pressing his lips against your slightly swollen ones just before he slipped out the window without getting caught.

Niall: "Really, Niall?" You said as you entered your room. "What?" He laughed, reaching his arms out for you to move closer to him, pulling you into a tight hug. "Y/n, you told me that there was no way that your father would even let me enter the front door so I found another entrance." "That's not what I meant, Niall. If they catch you here, they'll kill me." "Don't worry," He mumbled, pulling you towards your fluffy bed. "If nobody even noticed me sneaking in then why would the notice that I'm here?" He quickly sat down on and pulled you to sit on his lap. "Are you still drunk or something," You laughed as Niall nibbled on your neck. "Nah, it's takes a lot to get me drunk and only a few drinks won't do it. I'm practically completely sober right now. Don't worry about anything but us right now." "I'm convinced you're drunk, Niall. I don't remember you ever being this affectionate before." You giggled as he found your sweet spot on your neck, biting down gently on it. "That's because I didn't know how much of an amazing kisser you are and I really wanna do it again. Can I?" "Can you what, Niall?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted but you wanted him to work for it. He didn't even bother to reply, crashing his lips down onto yours. "Don't tease me now. I really fucking love kissing you and I don't need you making fun of me for it because I can tell that you love it just as much-if not more then-I do." He growled, his hands gripping onto your thighs to pull to against him tighter. "Niall, my dad's coming up the stairs." You mumbled against his lips, hearing the footsteps come closer. 'Then you should be quiet, huh? Don't want your father to know that I'm in here with his only daughter, right?"

Zayn: "Does this count as sneaking into your room then?" He asked as you lead him down the hallway and towards your bedroom. "Not exactly, Zayn. When you say 'sneaking into your room', I think of someone climbing up a tree or something and into my bedroom window. You're just sneaking up here for a while until my parents get here. Then you have to actually sneak out so that they don't catch you." He chuckled at your words as he entered your room, immediately seeing some random band posters and a desk covered in some photos you had drawn and some of your favorite books. "These are really good," He mumbled as he held a drawing in his hand. "Maybe you could teach me a few things about drawing, y/n." "C'mon now, Zayn. I'm sure that you didn't come here to look at my drawings." "Yeah," He said, setting your drawing back down and encasing you in his arms only to push you back onto the bed and climb on top of you. "I planned on doing a lot of this with you." He said just before his lips connected with yours once again. It was only moments later when you heard a noise from the driveway. "Fuck, my parents are here, that was their car door slamming. You have to go." You said, pushing him off of you and walking to your door in case you have to stall your parents in order for Zayn to sneak away. "Okay," Zayn said, moving towards your window. "and y/n?" He said quietly, causing you to turn away to look at him. "Thanks for giving me the chance. I promise that you won't regret it."

Harry: "Fucking hell," You hear a deep voice moan followed by a loud thud erupting through your room. You sat up immediately, slightly hoping that you had imagined the noise. "Relax," You quickly recognize the voice to be Harry's and you did what he had said. "It's just me, y/n." He mumbled, climbing into be next to you, lying on his stomach and wrapping his arm tightly around you. "What are you doing here, Harry?" "I had to make sure you've been okay. I haven't seen you around at all; I thought something bad had happened to you." You would have laughed at his words but you could practically hear the fear in his voice and chose not to. "Nothing would have happened to me, Harry. I've just been grounded since my parents found out I skipped class and they're only letting me leave for school, which you seem to never go to. What could have possible happened to me anyways?" You felt him shrug against you, not clearly being able to see him in the dark. "I don't know," he mumbled. "things? I mean I've heard people saying a lot of things and I got worried, I guess." "Who said these 'things' then?" "It doesn't matter. They're all assholes anyways." "No, Harry, it does matter. I know that you don't like it when there are rumors about you but, now, there are some about me and I want to know what exactly they are and who said them. I think I at least deserve that, right." "You're so stubborn," he groaned, his voice slightly lower as he started drifting off to sleep. "you remember those boys from gym class, right." You made a quiet agreeing sound. "Well, the one day that I did go to school, I heard them talking about you and how they were planning something. I couldn't exactly hear what it was but they said but I overheard one part where they said they were going to find you..." Find me, you thought, what have I ever even done to them? "It's not your fault," His voice answered your questions. "They're only doing it because they believe that I've 'done them wrong' and they want to use my love for you against me so I had to come here as soon as I had a chance to make sure you're okay." The end of his sentence didn't even process in your mind since you were focused on the fact that he practically said that he loves you. "Do yo-" You opened your mouth to reply but stopped when he released a loud snore. Maybe tomorrow, you thought.