"You're Really Cute..."

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Zayn: “…when you’re concentrated,” zayn snapped you out of your daydream. you were trying to focus, you really were, but he just had to come and snap you out of focus with his godly looks and dashing smile. darn him, that perfect fool. you knew he was doing this on propose to get you mad. his plan was to make you lose your game because if you lost, you would have to do whatever he said for the whole day. what a cliché couple moment. “i know what you’re doing, z.” he taunted you innocently, “what am i doing?” you rolled your eyes with a smile, “stop acting like you did nothing, you doofus. nothing is going to make me lose my focus.” he laughed, “except for the fact that you just lost.” you hit him playfully with the controller, “no! see what you made me do?”

Harry: “…when you’re cooking,” the tall brunette peered down at you, kissing your nose. “thank you, love. why the sudden approach to me and my adorable cooking?” he shrugged, “it’s just cute. you sway your hips to the beat of a random song, you hum and talk to yourself, it’s all really cute.” you hummed, “so that means you pay a lot of attention to me, huh?” the boy with the emerald eyes grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, “of course i do, you’re my girlfriend!” you wrapped your arms around his long torso, resting your head on his chest. “cutie patootie,” you teased, knowing he hated it when you called him that. “go back to looking cute while cooking if you’re only gonna tease me. i think i smell something burning, anyways.”

Liam: “…when you’re laughing,” he smiled that smile everyone loved so much (the one where his eyes crinkle oh-so-adorably, bless). you blushed, smiling wider than you already were, “what do you mean?” the brit smiled at your question, “you look so happy, i don’t know how to describe it. the sound it makes; your face; it’s so joyful and even contagious. i could write a thousand songs and sonnets about it.” liam had such a way with words sometimes, it somewhat surprised you. you stood up on your tiptoes, eager to kiss his full lips after such beautiful comments. as both your lips connected, he lightly snickered, “you’re like a niall.” you chuckled and hit him playfully, “liam!”

Niall: “…when you’re sleeping, y’anno?” you had just woken up due to his unceasing shaking. it was like having a child of your own, being with niall. “you look peaceful,” he stroked your slightly messy bed head — which you hated, but he seemed to love. you stretched your arms out, “hm, do i really?” that was almost moaned out (and obviously, niall started laughing). “yes. you even look cute doing that. you look cute breathing, that’s it! you look cute being alive.” you smiled at your boyfriend, kissing your fingers and placing them on niall’s lips. “that is all,” he concluded. you unconsciously groaned, “you woke me up for that? you absolute dork, i’m going back to sleep.” with that, you turned around and fell asleep. much to niall’s dismay. 

Louis: “…when you’re cold,” he giggled lazily and groggily. he always got like this on murky days: cuddly and cute and giggle and tired. it was absolutely adorable. “you get, like,” he started, his voice droopier by the second, “all red and flushed, but still look like a porcelain doll.” his cute little laugh was the only thing you could hear at the moment (and all you even wanted to hear) and you didn’t mind one bit because it’s so damn adorable. you wanted to pinch his cheeks like an old lady does to a toddler, and repeatedly kiss his lips until they’re numb. “you’re so pretty,” his hand caressed your cold cheek, its warmth creating undeniable goosebumps. “you’re so sleepy, lou,” you half-giggled half-laughed, “go to bed.”

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