One Direction Preferences

3 am

(T)

Niall:

"You okay?" he whispers, his free arm finding its way around your shoulder, resting right there as he pulls you in. "Yeah", you say - smile - as he tosses his head a tiny bit back, his chest still somehow unsteady from all of the laugh and jumping around. "You know", he starts off, shorter pause made just so he can think of a word appropriate for the time. "This was my favorite cartoon. Thanks for watching it with me."

Zayn:

Laugh escapes his parted lips just like a protest to the clock which is already assuring you how bad of a decision this is. You laugh yourself and it hurts you to know that this is probably the last time you see him smile like that, last full night you can have him just for yourself, sheltered from the rest of the world. "You know, I'm gonna miss this", you say before pressing your head to his chest, action enough for him to push a single arm around your back. "You better remember this because I'll miss you so fucking much."

Louis:

It's funny how an hour or two of fighting, maybe a cup of alcohol or two can turn the worst enemies into something completely opposite. "I don't think this is a good idea", you manage to say, but do nothing to stop his rough actions. His hand is running up and down your back, desperate to pull off your shirt as he makes a step closer, tossing you to the bed. Your back hit the mattress before you can notice, his body banning your every chance of escape. "Just shut up. It's just for tonight. I'll hate you again tomorrow."

Liam:

"I've heard that the worst decisions are ones you make at two in the morning", he says kind of unsure in his action, the length of his fingers tightening around the cold scissors. He uses his free hand, tangling it one last time into the length of his hair, then moving on to yours before mixing that little box of hair dye. "Liam?" you question, eyes shining. "Yeah", he smiles insecurely. "We have nothing to worry about. It's already three."

Harry:

"You're crazy!" you try scream at him but instantly lower your voice as he nudges you a bit further, floor underneath your feet already slightly wet. "I know", he says and you can imagine the corners of his lips curled up, smirk taking over his face. "It's not even your house, you must be kidding me", you hiss one more time as he walks closer to the point where tiles met the pool, steady water sparkling into the moonlight. "Doesn't mean we can't have fun", he smiles before his shirt meets the floor, your pants next clothing item to accompany the soft fabric of his.