One Direction Preferences

53-He tries to help you with homework...

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  Liam snaps his head in front of your eyes, pulling you back awake. "20 more minutes baby and then we can sleep." He mumbles, and you nod. You made Liam swear he would make you study your Spanish notes for at least 1 hour for the big exam you had coming up tomorrow. He was a man true to his word, going over some contracts for the band as you both lounge on the couch. "Here, I'll help you, give me the sheet and you translate." he says, taking your study guide out of your hands. He says a few phrases and you repeat them as best you can in your sleepy state. "i know you made me pinkie promise, but sweetheart you're exhausted. Go to sleep and we'll study while we eat in the morning." He says, setting the list down along with all his papers on the table, before pulling you into his chest. "look at us being rebels, avoiding our work." He says jokingly, kissing your forehead. You giggle lightly and curl into him, already falling asleep.

Louis:  "Math is stupid yes it is, it makes my girlfriend ignore my pretty face." You glare at your happy boyfriend, singing to you across the table. You try to focus on the equations in front of you, but he is making it very hard. His hair is pushed back today and he is lounging around in his suit, waiting to go out later tonight for an event, and not only is his noise distraction, so are his looks. "Louis William." You warn, avoiding his eye. "Whoa, middle name, girlfriends getting feisty." He says to no one in particular. "Let me help you. Here is a word problem. If a Pop-star makes his girlfriend angry while she is doing her stupid homework, how many kisses will said Pop-star receive before he has to go out and do his Pop-star duties?" he asks seriously, leaning over the table towards you. You laugh loudly. "As many as he wants. Cause he is very sweet and adorable." You say happily, leaning over and pressing your lips to his, your hands going to his slicked back hair.

Zayn:  "When the hell are you going to use this?!" Zayn asks incredibly, pointing to a rather complicated Calculus problem. "I ask that question myself." You mumble, trying to focus. "Is that just one problem?" He questions, tapping it with the cigarette he just pulled out from behind his ear. "Yes, Malik." You state, writing down a quick answer and holding out your hand. he sighs and places the cigarette there. "You really are smarter than me." He mumbles, crossing his arms. "Don't get all moody on me." You mumble, now more focused on typing something into your calculator. "Humph. I was actually going to say it makes you sexy." he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him. "Nice save." You counter. "here, this one is a simple problem." He says, shoving a piece of paper over your current problem. 'Zayn+ ____= bedroom.' "Oh good god." you blush, crumpling it up and tossing it behind you. he laughs loudly. "Let me focus and the math work..." You sing-song, and he automatically shuts up.

Niall:  "Right again babe!" he says tossing another M&M in your mouth. Niall was helping you study for your science vocab quiz. Each time you got a question right, he would toss and M&M at you, and you caught it easily each time. "Niall watch your hands." You mutter, laughing slightly, his hands have got a bit of melted chocolate on them, considering as he is doing more eating that you are, and it's gotten on your flashcards. "Sorry Princess." he mumbles, blushing slightly, popping more candy into his mouth. "Looks like we're all out of M&Ms." he states, rubbing his hands on his loose sweat-pants. "Darn." You state, trying to focus on your work. He ask you another word and you get it right, and then this time he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. "Mmm. You taste like chocolate." He mumbles, tossing the cards to the side, and shoving you back onto the couch, the science long forgotten.

Harry:  "Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death..." Harrys deep voice vibrates underneath you as you lean back on his chest, you two still in bed, working on yours week homework for your English class. "Shakespeare was a bit of a pussy." he says, his cheeky grin appearing on his half-awake face. You giggle, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Wasn't it you who woke me up a week ago blasting 'Kiss Me' and a lovely breakfast in bed, and I quote, 'just because'?" You ask biting back s mile, remembering the lovely gesture your boyfriend did for no reason. "From now on I'll walk you with water and heavy metal, sound good?" He asks in a monotone. "Fine by me. As long as its you whose there when I get up." You reply, leaning back into him. "Wow you and Shakespeare are both cheese-balls." he says, tossing your packet of sonnets and poems aside, wrapping his arms around you. He drops a kiss to your shoulder. "Forget the homework, we'll do it later....lets make some actual love, hmm?" He says, raising his eyebrows as you punch him lightly, blushing.