One Directon Preferences

He Sees The House You Grew Up In For The First Time

Liam: "Aw! That's where you put your pretty head!" He points towards your pillow. "Aw! That's where you sat your cute little bum!" He sits on your computer chair and does a spin. "And that's where-" you put your finger over his lips. "This is where I'm going to kiss my boyfriend if he stops commenting on every piece of furniture," you say, pointing to where you both are now and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Sorry! It's just amazing to see that all these places are like...where old you was," he says with amazement. "If that makes sense..." You nod. "It does. Now, when are you going to show me where YOU grew up?" He squeezes your hand and smiles. "Very soon, I hope." 

Zayn: "Wow! You had a full sized mirror on the back of your door," He stands in front of your door, admiring himself in the nearly 6 ft tall mirror. "This is so awesome!" You laugh, surprised he's so entertained by a big mirror. "I used to have a mirror in my room half the size!" he exclaims, still amused by a simple piece of glass. "Zaynie, do I need to pry you away from the mirror?" you joke, tugging at his hand. "Sorry! I'm just thinking of all the times you stood in front of the very same mirror growing up and looked at yourself..." He kisses your nose and runs his hand through his hair. "Maybe I should show you the house I grew up in some day." 

Harry: "Harry! You're so naughty! My parents are downstairs, they still live here, you know!" You squeak, as his hands slide under your shirt and onto your stomach. "We'll be good," he murmurs, kissing your neck. "Don't you want to make a new memory on this old bed?" You kiss him back, unbuttoning his shirt and grinning cheekily. "This bed will be traumatized, I used to read fairy tales and magazines on this bed, now this..." you trail off and laugh, pulling him closer. 

Louis: "No way! I didn't even know they made this many posters of us. Of ME!" You watch in horror and embarrassment as Louis stares at your old One Direction poster-covered walls. You quickly run over to your bed and flip your pillow over, sighing with relief that he hadn't noticed it. "What's that?" He points to the pillow you'd just flipped and you shrug. "Hmm? Nothing..just cleaning a bit." He can tell your lying. You sit on top of the pillow and cross your legs. "Doll, I know you're lying! What are you hiding?" he says, an amused smile across his face. "Nothing!" He picks you up and starts tickling you until you reluctantly show him your Harry Styles pillow case. "It was a Christmas gift! I'd wanted a Louis one, but my mom couldn't..." Louis picks up the pillow case amused. "A Harry Styles pillow case?" He decides it'd be fun if you took a picture with him, the Harry Styles pillow case over his head and tweeted it to Harry. Harry replies later with a "What even...what a strange fetish @(yourtwitternamehas), haha" and you blush. 

Niall: "This is the place you grew up! I love it!" You show Niall through every room and he admires everything with amusement. "And that," you lead him outside and point to a tire swing hanging from your favorite tree. "is the funnest swing ever." You both squeeze onto the tire swing, swinging back and forth, admiring the beautiful day. "This swing is the best swing ever," he agrees after a few moments. "You know, back at my old house I've got a wicked trampoline. I have to show you my old house. Maybe this weekend?" You nod and kiss his nose, and you can't wait to see the place where your prince grew up.