One Direction Preferences

Shaving

(T)

Liam:
"How can you just do that?" Liam asked you one morning. You were in a shop and you were carefully reading every shaving cream there was. "Ooh, Liam." You gloated, intrigued by a current bottle you were reading. "You might like this one." You laughed throwing a bottle of AXE shaving cream into the cart. He had used it that same morning, and you couldn't keep away from him. His face smelling like heaven, as stupid as it sounds.

Zayn:
The two of you had just finished renovations in your new house. Everything was prefect and beautiful, but the room you loved the most was your bedroom, more so, the en suite. You spent a lot of your time in there, this bathroom seemed bigger than your old flat. One day you were sitting on the counter, absolutely naked, with your legs in the sink. You were shaving your legs and Zayn walked in. It didn't even phase you, he had obviously seen you naked and he had obviously seen you shaving. "Am I interrupting something?" He laughed, walking over to you, rubbing your back a little. "I love how much you don't care." He smirked when you didn't even look up to acknowledge him. "Funny," You laughed, placing the razor down next to you and looking up at him, "I was gonna say the same thing." He leaned in kissing you. "I love you." He mumbled on your lips, "You can turn me on by shaving." He laughed pulling back, making his way back to the door. "That's saying something."

Louis:
All the guys were at your's and Louis' flat. It had to be two in the morning and you were all playing truth or dare at the dining table. "(Y/N), truth or dare?" Zayn asked, trying his hardest to look threatening. "Dare." You answered confidently, returning his hard glare playfully. "Shave Louis' legs." was all he said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest in approval. All the other guys laughed and clapped their hands together, Louis' eyes widened. "No!" He groaned, you laughed and obliged. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed one of the disposal razors. The guys had to hold him down on the table. "Hold still!" You laughed, trying your hardest not to hurt him.

Niall:
"I wanna try!" You exclaimed as soon as you noticed Niall shaving his face. He laughed as you rushed over. "Okay, hold still." He giggled, putting shaving cream all over your face. You started making faces at how weird it felt. He looked around the sink for something you could use. He then handed you a comb. "Use the back." He smirked. "Okay, like this," He showed you as the razor glid down his face. You tried doing it but it didn't really work. "I can't!" You squirmed, "I'll never be a real man!" You groaned jokingly, throwing your 'razor' into the sink. He quickly finished up with himself before turning to you, "Here, muffin head." He laughed lightly, picking up the comb from the sink and gently gliding it down your face. "Can you just do it?" You asked, never once looking away from his beautiful eyes. "Sure thing, tiger." He smiled, kissing your lips lightly. "Bleh." He grimaced, sticking his tongue out of his mouth. "That tastes like shit." He said in total seriousness before the two of you doubled over laughing.

Harry:
Harry had been sick for the past couple days. He had retired to a place on the couch. He would only get up to use the toilet. He was getting smellier and sweatier by the minute "Honey, you need a shower." You laughed, trying to pull him off the couch. "I'll pass out though." He mumbled, flicking through the channels on the telly. "What if I showered with you?" You reasoned, standing in front of TV, blocking his view, with your arms crossed over your chest. "You wanna shower with me?" He asked, looking at you like you asked him to marry you. "Don't flatter yourself Harold," You laughed, helping him to his feet "You stink." You mumbled incoherently. You had to drag him to the shower where you had to help him with his clothes. The shower had turned into a bath, Harry's legs extended in the tub and you sitting on his lap, facing him, rubbing his arms. "You need a shave." You laughed, picking up the razor from the side of the bath and handing it to him. Harry had fallen asleep before he got the chance to actually do anything about it. So you decided you were going to do it for him. "Your lucky I love you." You mumbled even though you knew he was far from hearing you.