One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: Rhyming

Niall: You had been wanting to pick up a hobby for quite some time now, what with school being almost over and quitting your job recently. Niall was on break at the moment, but you knew he was bound to go on tour soon, and you shuddered at the thought of being cooped up in the flat with no school or work to go to and no hobby to do.

While shopping for food one evening, you stumbled down the books and magazines article, spotting a puzzle book you thought looked cool. The book contained all sorts of puzzles like crosswords and word scrambles. You grinned like an idiot, thinking you finally found your new hobby.

Niall walked in to the kitchen late that night to see you bent over your new book, chewing your lip lightly. "Whatcha up to do, love?" he asked, kissing your cheek before reaching over you to take a bite of your apple.

"I'm doing this puzzle in my new book."

"A puzzle? Like for old people?" Niall chuckled, and you gasped lightly.

"Niall! Puzzles help to keep the mind active! And they're fun!" you defended, pouting childishly.

"Okay, Princess. Whatever you say," Niall chuckled before leaving the kitchen to go and watch televison. You stayed in the kitchen, tapping your foot relentlessly as you tried to finish the frustrating puzzzle. After fifteen minutes of drawing a blank, you slipped into the living room, collapsing next to Niall on the couch.

"Niall," you groaned. "I need help!"

"With your old lady puzzle?"

"Hush. Not even the smartest old lady could figure this out. It's impossible! And before you say it, no I will not skip it. I am determined to finish," you replied, thrusting the book into his hands. "It's a rhyming puzzle. They give you that bold word at the top and you have to think of ten other words that rhyme with it. They gave me "cry," and so far I've come up with "By," "My," "Sigh," "Lie," "Try," "Fly," "Tie," Bye," and "Fry." But there is no tenth word!" you groaned.

"Die," Niall replied instantly, handing you back the book before focusing his attention back on the show he was watching.

You stared at him, mouth wide open. "W-What? I went through the entire alphabet!"

"Did you skip "D"?" Niall laughed. "I have more too. "Stye", "Wry", "Why", "Hi-."

"Alright, I get it," you grumbled, hopping off the couch as Niall laughed at your cute frustration.

Harry: You and Harry were lying in his bunk on the tour bus, playing with each others' hair and twirling your fingers together. "You're pretty," he murmured, and you blushed.

"You're cute."

"Well you're fine," Harry smirked.

"And you shine," you rhymed, smirking back as his smile widened as he caught on to your game.

"And you like wine."

"And you fancy a casual dine."

"And you like to wake up at nine."

"And you always smell like pine."

"And you're always going to be mine," Harry ended sweetly, kissing your lips tenderly.

"God, I can't tell if you guys are cute, disgusting, or just plain weird," you heard Niall say from outside your bunk.

Liam: "(Y/N)!" Liam called, and you answered him back, saying that you were in the kitchen. "Quick! Say a word that rhymes with "Horse!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Just say one!"

"Course," you blurted out, and he typed it into his phone quickly before letting out a sign of relief and smiling at you gratefully. "What was that about?" you giggled, shoving cereal into your mouth.

"The lads and I got bored, so we decided to make up this game where we each have a minute to come up with words that rhyme with "horse." If you don't get it, then you win. So far, no one's messed up. I'm surprised there are so many words that rhyme with "horse.""

You frowned, holding out your hands for Liam's phone. He handed it to you, taking a bite of your cereal in the process, and watched as you scrolled down the group conversation. You shook your head before breaking out in laughter.

"Liam, you won the game three hours ago."

"What?! How?" he cried, leaning over your shoulder to better see the phone.

"Because the first word you said was the only real word in this list. Everything else is made up," you laughed again. Liam shook his head before holding his hands above his head triumphantly.

"Winner!"

Louis: Louis and you were both watching TV in the living room when a game turned on that excited Louis, but not really you. You sighed, looking around the bed for your book that you seemed to have misplaced last night. "Lou, can you help me look for my book?" you asked, and he smirked, nodding his head before standing up and surveying the room quickly.

"It's cover is red, and I thought I put it somewhere on the bed," you informed him, and you heard Louis snicker again, but you ignored it, continuing to search for your missing book.

"How could it disappear when I just had it last night? Louis, can you turn on the light?" you requested, digging around under the covers. You began to describe your book again before you were cut off by Louis's laughter. "It was written by someone named James L. Bunny-. God, Louis, what is so funny?"

"Love, y-you keep  rhymining," Louis laughed, closing his eyes before letting out a howl of laughter and falling on the bed, holding his stomach. You stopped short, thinking back on everything you've said for the last five minutes, before laughing as well.

"I guess I have," you realized, smirking. "Louis, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! Looks like I can sing and rhyme, but I still can't-." you froze, trying to come up with a word. "Styme, Frime, Klime, Jime, Wime, Mime. Mime!" you shouted, snapping your fingers. "Looks like I can sing and rhyme, but I still can't mime."

Louis stopped laughing, turning to look at me weirdly. "You can't mime?" he asked, and you shrugged. "Well c'mon, let me teach you!" An hour later, you and Louis surveyed your messy living room and laughed at each other. Turns out you guys weren't the best mimes.

Zayn: Zayn was playing on his phone in bed as you sat next to him, trying to finish a poem for your creative writing class tomorrow. It was approaching midnight, and while Zayn was growing more tired, you were growing more frustrated. You had decided to center the inspiration for your poem around your freshman homecoming dance, but rhyming wasn't coming easily to you tonight.

You groaned, throwing your pencil at the wall before falling backwards into the pillow, sighing. "What's wrong, love?" Zayn asked, running his hand over your stomach.

"I'm trying to finish this poem, but I can't think of anything to rhyme with the word "green.""

"Why does it have to be green?" Zayn asked, picking up the paper to see what you'd written so far.

"Because that was the color of my dress at homecoming."

"Well can't you just lie and say it was red or black? Those are easy to rhyme with," he sugested, handing you back your paper. You sighed.

"I guess. I just wanted it to be as real as possible," you said, starting to erase everywhere that you had written "green."

"Well if it makes you feel better, I think black is much more sexier," he mumbled, pulling the string of your tank top down to expose the strap of the black bra that you had worn to bed. He started to kiss your neck, and you shrugged away, giggling.

"Zayn, stop. I have to finish first. Then, maybe."

Zayn's eyes went wide, and he quickly unlocked his phone before googling words that rhymed with "black" so that you could finish faster.

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