one direction preferences / imagines

"you're so cute"

Zayn: Sometimes there was no other way to describe you. No other word would do. You were standing before him, fingers lacing and unlacing together. "I'm nervous," you admitted, eyes on the floor and away from him. He smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels, hands in his pockets. "Why?" He asked, eyes taking in your face. "I don't know," you shrugged. God, why were you shaking? You wanted to kiss him so bad and here you were hiding like a little girl. "Look at me," he crooned, voice dark and just a little bit dangerous. He stepped forward, hand cupping your cheek as he used his thumb to tilt your chin up. Zayn moved his other hand to brush your bangs out of your eyes, watching your skin flush under his hands. "You are the cutest thing I've ever seen," he said with a boyish grin, the dimple in his cheek showing, "and I've never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life," he said hotly, lips inches from yours. "Then kiss me," you said, breath mixing with his. You didn't know who was more surprised you or him but he grinned again, fingers knotting in your hair as he pressed his mouth to yours, your soft sigh filling the room and filling him with a sweetness he never even knew existed.

Harry: It was unexplainable to you how he could go from ridiculously sexy to ridiculously adorable in less than a second. One moment his eyes were dark and his tongue was darting out to lick his pink lips and the next he was nuzzling into your arms with a cute little yawn. "Hi baby," you laughed, watching him worm his six foot frame into your five foot one. "Hi," he planted a kiss on your collar bone and settled his head beneath your chin, lying chest to chest. "Long day?" You asked, fingers tugging on his chocolate curls. He groaned, eyes closing in pleasure. "Yes and all I wanted was to hold you all day," he admitted, lifting his eyes to yours. He'd been writing all day for the new album but he was distracted. All he could think about was you and what you were doing and if you were thinking about him too. "You're so cute," you laughed, pecking his nose. "I'm not cute, I'm a man," he frowned, propping himself up on his arm. "Nuh uh, you're definitely way too cute,"" you smiled, adoring how stubborn he was with his knitted brows and pouted lip. "I'm rugged, like a man!" He protested, his lips inches from yours and his body tense. "Prove it," immediately his eyes darkened and his hips rolled against yours. "Gladly."

Liam: He thought that his favorite thing was to see you curled up on his side of the bed when he worked late, clad in his clothes and your arms wrapped around his pillow. It was a sad sort of sweet, that you missed him so much. "Hey sleepy head," he whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. "Hi Li," you lifted your head and rubbed your eyes, a yawn slipping past your lips. "Slide over for me," he murmured lifting the sheet. He slid into the warm spot you had left behind for him and he opened his arms. One of the things that Liam loved so much was watching your body move to his. He loved seeing how you reached and how you nuzzled, he loved curving to you and letting you place your hand right above his heart. "So cute, so sweet," he murmured as he rained kisses on your face. You grinned a little, a sleep smile that had his breath coming in pants. "So late," you teased, knowing it was after midnight. He laughed, nipping at your neck. "So sorry," he played along, continuing his lazy path of kisses. "So gunna need to make it up to me," he grinned against your skin as his hand slid under your shirt and you gasped. "Oh I am so willing to do that," with a wink, he pulled off your shirt, lips sinking to the exposed flesh he so loved to taste.

Niall: He watched you swing Theo up into your arms and smile, your nose bumping against his. You were made to be a mom and for Niall to see you so at ease with kids made his chest tight. That feeling was unexplainable when you saw the person you loved, the person you wanted your future to be with, to have a kid in their arms. In fact it was easy to pretend that it was ten years from now and the baby was his and you were a mom and he was a dad. It was easy to get lost in it. "You two are so cute," he came up beside you, lips pressing to your temple as his fingers tickled Theo. "Well it's easy to look cute when you have such a charmer with you," you kissed his pudgy cheeks and Theo squealed with laughter. "Nah, I think you make him look good." Your cheeks flushed and eyes twinkled as you looked up at your boyfriend of three years. "Wanna hold him?" You handed Niall his nephew and he immediately hugged him tight to his chest. "There's my best man," he whispered to the baby that was clinging to him. "He's smitten," you laughed, watching Niall's large hand splay across his back. "I want one," he whispered, eyes on you. "Oh yeah?" Your brow raised as he leaned in, giving you three quick kisses against your lips. "Yeah, what do you say? Wanna start a family with me?" Theo's hand pressed against your face and he have you a toothless smile. "Yes, yes I do. We'll be he cutest little family,"

Louis: It was seeing you in his over sized rover hoody with your hair up and sweatpants on and you were curling into him like he was all that was holding you together. It was late Sunday night and rain was slamming against the window. You both had to be up early but neither of you could fall asleep just yet. There was something so sweet about just holding each other, fingers tracing and feeling. He grinned, letting you nuzzle up under his chin as you closed your eyes. "Sleepy?" He asked, voice husky and soft as he brushed his lips over your hair. "Yeah," you murmured back, hands linking around his tummy. "You're so cute," he giggled, letting you work your way further into his lap. You were so soft and so small, you fit perfectly to him. "I look awful, hush," you groaned, eyes still heavy with sleep. He shook his head, hands cupping your cheek. It was hard to tell someone how beautiful they were, and Louis knew he would never have the right words to tell you how perfect he found you or that he loved seeing you with no make up and relaxed in his clothes. That's when he saw how truly beautiful you were. "You're beautiful, all the time, you constantly take my breath away." Your soft breathing told Louis you had fallen asleep and he smiled snuggling down next to you and drifting off