One Direction Preferences

#41: His POV

Louis:  I see you standing there and you are unaware, you're shinning so bright. "What are you staring at?" She snapped, I should be offended but the corners of her lips are tugging into a small smile and I know that she was joking. "I've told you, you're beautiful right?" "Shut up." "So beautiful." "Louis! Stop." She picked at her salad once again, cheeks tinted this rosey color that made her eyes get so shiny. She smiled again, reaching for my hand across the table. Her smile blinded me, her movements blinded me, her eyes blinded me. She blinded me with her love. 

Niall:  "I don't know what you see." I frowned, looking over her body once again, her so, so gorgeous body. "How?" She sighed, twitching her lower lip before she but down on it to stop from quivering. "Because I'm not." I scoffed, lifting her chin up with my hand. Lips still tugging at her lower lip. Those shinning eyes of hers gloating over with salt water. "Believe me Hun, you are beautiful, no, you're actually not." I chuckled, when her bottom lip started to quiver again. "You're absolutely gorgeous." 

Harry:  My heart sped up under her head when she lied over my chest, and I prayed, hoped that maybe she wouldn't notice because to my own ears they sounded like stomps. "I wanna be the moon." She giggled, rubbing her fingers over my nipple and around my chest. The urge to just kiss her growing and growing as the night comes to an end. "Why would you want to be the moon?" I wanted to add "I think you're perfect just the way you are" but not trying to embarrass myself was my goal. "The moons so pretty, everyone thinks the moon is so pretty. It's so bright." "Ah," I shook my head, "You're more beautiful to me than some little ole moon." 

Zayn:  I groaned when I saw her, standing at the edge of my bed, in my underwear. My underwear, that's like every mans dream, to see their girl, in their underwear. "There's my beautiful girl." She giggled, shaking her head, while she slowly climbed into the bed. Supporting her hands on my chest while she hoisted herself up on my lap. "So, I'm your girl now?" She smiled, leaning down on her hands to kiss me. "Of course." I whispered into her, my hands absentmindedly grabbing her arse. She giggled, dragging out a hard suck on my lower lip. "You're perfect." Not sure if I actually said that out loud or just in my head but either way, I didn't care, because it was true. 

Liam:  "You fucker." She laughed, swatting at my chest. I smiled back but didn't quite understand why I couldn't just tell her, right now, right here. I mean, did it matter? Of course it did. I just wanted to stop in the middle of the street and tell her. "What are you thinking about cutie?" She giggled, pulling at my bottom lip that I hadn't released was pouted. "Nothing." "Don't be that way, tell me." Her arms linked around my waist. Fuck. Why does she have to do this? "I - never mind." I shook my head freeing those thoughts of three disgusting - or at the time before her, what is the point. "I just think, that I might love you."