One Direction Preferences

#31 - You tube video you do together

Niall:
“Hi welcome back to (Y/N)’s weekend!” You announce. “It’s Sunday night and I just spent the most amazing weekend with…NIALL!” Niall pops into the shot next to you, grinning widely.
“Hello!” He cheers, very eager to be featured in one of your videos.
“Tell them what we did this weekend, babe.”
“Why not show them?”
Then a series of clips of you two walking around Mullingar comes. A lot of them are goofy moments and Niall stealing your camera to make a weird face or crack a bad pun. Then occasionally it’ll show a really cute clip of Niall kissing you on the cheek or staring at you when you aren’t looking. You walked hand in hand all day through Mullingar, revisiting places Niall went when he was younger.
Then the next ones are of you and Niall back at his parents home in Mullingar. In one you’re helping Maura cook dinner. In another Niall is screaming at a game on TV while you show yourself slightly bored. Then there’s one where Niall tries to paint your toes and ends up staining the carpet with fluorescent green nail polish. Finally there’s a clip of the two of you cuddling on the floor in a blanket and pillow fort you’ve arranged.
“And this is the end of (Y/N)’s weekend,” you say, still cuddled up to him. “Come back next week and who knows, maybe Niall will make another guest appearance.”
“Please subscribe and like this video. How could you say no to this face?” Niall proceeds in pinching your cheeks causing you to whine. He chuckles and leans in for a quick kiss.

Harry:
“Hello my lovelies! Today I have a special guest with me today…my boyfriend!” Harry pops up from under the counter with a chef’s hat on his head. “Hey that’s mine!”
“But it looks better on me,” he winks. You roll your eyes playfully.
“We are baking a cake. You think you can handle it, Styles?” You challenge.
“If I do recall, I used to work in a bakery.” You giggle and begin to start the baking process. In the beginning, Harry constantly kept messing with you; flour fights, egg fights, blender fights (that certainly made a mess in your kitchen). Then as things progressed, things started heating up in the kitchen.
“Now you really want to-“
“You’ve got icing sugar on you nose, love.” Before you could react, Harry leans down and seductively licks it off. His face lingers near yours for a minute. “I got it.” You flush before returning back to what you were saying. Harry squeezes your hips when you began to stutter.
“I must say Mr. Styles, you didn’t do half as bad as I thought you would,” you comment, noticing how his eyes light up at the nickname. You do your signature sign off with Harry before reaching down to grab a cupcake. Harry sneakily pushes it up so it smushed in your face. “Oh, you want another go, huh? Bring it!”

Louis:
“So since so many of you wouldn’t leave us alone about this, here is the blindfolded-boyfriend-does-my-makeup with my boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson.” You had gotten so many hits on your boyfriend-does-my-makeup, the fans insisted you make one again. “Louis nearly made me blind last time so I’m putting all my trust in him not to do it while he’s also blind.”
“Hey it was an honest mistake!” He defends. “How about we get to work now, honey?” He brings down the bright pink sleep mask over his eyes. Oh boy, this would be a long recording process.
As forty minutes passed, Louis has managed to smear lotion and foundation on your face and hair, neon pink eyeshadow across your forehead, blush on your chin, and attack you with an eyeliner pencil.
“I think we should hold off the mascara,” you say, carefully taking the brush from his hands.
“Now lips!” He palms the makeup supplies in front of him, until he reaches for a bright red lipstick. He uses his free hand to grab your cheeks, making you look like a fish. “Pucker up!” He harshly rubs the lipstick over your lips, sides of your lips, and nose. “Perfect!” Louis rips off the blindfold and tumbles off the bed with laughter.
“Yeah yeah laugh all you want.” Louis climbs back on the bed, still giggling. An idea pops into your mind.
“It’s a good look for you!”
“Babe, I want a kiss!” You request. You slam your lips on to his cheek, making sure to smear enough lipstick to cover his whole cheek. “I think that’s a good look on you, too.”

Zayn:
“So Zayn’s birthday is coming up and I really wanted to give him something nice, but nothing really flashy, so I came up with this idea,” you whisper into the camera as you tip toe through your house. “Zayn fell asleep on the couch tonight, but I’m going to paint him while he’s asleep. He’s the heaviest sleeper I’ve known, but I really don’t want this to be spoiled! Let’s begin!”
You place the camera so it’s facing your canvas, but also on Zayn asleep on the couch.
You’ve been known for your artwork on YouTube for a while now, it’s how you met Zayn in the first place. As you gaze upon his peaceful sleeping face, a smile comes on your lips as you remember his tweet to you about your artwork. From that point on it turned to messaging over Twitter, texting, and then your first date. Three years later and now you were happily together. Over time you two share your talents with each other. There have been plenty of videos of Zayn and you painting together and having little competitions with one another. The fans loved seeing Zayn’s sillier side whenever he’s around you and you love capturing those precious moments when he doesn’t have to be so guarded.
Within a few hours you were done and you sign off before turning it off. You quickly clean up and hide the portrait to dry. You head back into the living room and turn off the light just as Zayn begins to stir in his sleep.
“Babe?” He mutters, but doesn’t open his eyes. You smile to yourself before tucking under the covers next to him on the couch. He immediately throws an arm around you and pulls you closer.
“Just go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper before falling asleep yourself.

Liam:
“You might be wondering why Liam and I are dressed in all white with a Twister mat and paint and the answer is…” You wait for a moment until you both shout. “EXTREME TWISTER!”
You’ve cleared a large space in your living room for the event with a tarp underneath to save the cleaning process.
“We’re going to be playing Twister, but with paint on the colors. Let’s begin!” Liam announces.
Within minutes into the first round you’re already slipping and sliding across the mat. You slide down first and Liam does a little happy dance.
After four rounds you have a tied game and are both covered in paint.
“How about we make this last round more interesting?” He suggest. “Loser has to give the winner a kiss.”
“And cook dinner!” You added. He agrees and it began. It became the longest game out of all of them, neither one of you wanting to lose. You two kept going on until you couldn’t reach the blue dot.
“Difficulties, babe?” Liam teases when you’ve stretched your body long enough to make it. Your arm began to shake under the pressure until your whole body collapsed in paint. Liam sits up and taps his lips. You roll your eyes before grabbing his face (making sure to smear paint on his cheeks) before giving him a quick peck. “I feel like your delicious pasta salad tonight…hmm?” He jokes and wraps his arms around you from behind. You playfully push him away before getting up to say farewell and turn off the camera.