One Direction Preferences

Late Night Conversations

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Liam:
"Are you asleep?" You whispered, only to be responded to with "No, what are you doing up?" He asked, tightening his grip around your waist. You shrugged and even though he couldn't hear you, he could still feel your movement. "Do you ever think we'll get married?" You blurted out, he laughed quietly before answering, "That's all I ever think about, I mean, we have been dating for quite a while now, four, almost five years. Do you think we're going to get married?" He asked, starting to regret his previous statement, not wanting to mess anything up. "I think we'll get married and have three kids and two dogs and they'll all have stupid names." She laughed, nuzzling into my chest. I sighed, relieved that she probably won't remember this conversation, but also happy that she sees her future with me.

Zayn: (His P.O.V.)
"Zayn!" She whisper-yelled, she kept poking my chest, even though I was awake, I didn't bother to tell her to stop. "(Y/N)!" I whisper-yelled back. She just giggled and propped herself up on her elbow, "Why is my tongue pink?" She asked, trying to lick her nose. I propped up in front of her and shrugged my shoulders. "Then why are some skittles red and some yellow?" I stifled a laugh at her pure nonsense and shrugged again. "Then why are turtles green?" She asked, making one more attempt to get an answer out of me, I shrugged again, Causing her to fall back down on her pillow and sigh, in pure distraught. "We're hopeless Zayn, what am I going to do when our kids ask us all these questions?"

Louis: (His P.O.V.)
"Why is the alphabet so stupid?" She asked, in total seriousness, making a face at the cup of tea in front of her. I nearly gagged on my own, not being able to contain my laughter of the hatred she just shot the mug of tea. "It's not stupid, love. Think about it. If we didn't have the alphabet, we'd have to speak...I don't know...Italian." She threw her arms up in the air "Posso parlare italiano" She squealed getting all excited. "C'mon," I laughed, knowing I had just gotten myself into staying up way later than we should. "Let's get you up to bed." I smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards our room. "ma io non sono nemmeno stanco." She moaned, "I have no idea what you said, let's just stop talking Italian, yeah?" She nodded and didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

Niall:
"Niall." You sang. You were currently lying in bed with your Irish boyfriend, trying to figure out the weirdest way to say each others names. "Okay, you win." He laughed. "I'm hungry." You whined. He sat up, looked at you and smiled, "That's my girl." He smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you down to the kitchen. The two of you sat facing each other, cross-legged on your counter, feeding each other random crisps, whilst talking about Lana Del Rey. "Sometimes, I think she sounds like a goat...that's a heavy smoker." You stated, quite simply. However, Niall had fallen off the counter he was laughing so hard.

Harry:
"You smile, I smile!" You yelled. The two of you had been blasting Justin Bieber for hours, running around in just knickers. "Your lips my biggest weakness, shouldn't have let you know!" Harry yelled, and you just laughed as you tripped on the rug. "Baby, you won't ever work for nothing, you are my ins and my means." You sang, and he returned that with "with you there's not in between, I'm all in." He lifted you off the ground and you were now nose to nose, breathing in the scent of one another. Trying to figure out how the two of you got so lucky. No words were needed as Be Alright came on and you two danced until falling asleep on the couch.