One Direction Preferences

67-Spotted

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  “if we lose this, no sex for a month.” Liam says, his voice muffled slightly by his mask. You can’t help but snort, knowing it’s not true. “Like you would ever survive that.” You say, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, I tour. I’ve gone what, 3 months with no physical contact.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Yeah. And we Skype, missing a few items of clothing now and then, as well.” You say, smirking at him. Harry sighs from behind you, shaking his head. “It’s like I’m not even here. Hey Mr. Tree! How are you today? Your leaves look lovely.” He says, tapping the tree’s stump. You roll your eyes at your friend and turn back to your boyfriend. “Zayn has seen us already, thanks to daddy long legs over here, and he just ran to find Niall and Louis, for what I suspect will be an attack on all sides.” You gesture to across the field where you saw Zayn a moment ago, then dashed off. Why you agreed to participate in paintball after one of their band members dropped out is beyond you. And no you had been spotted by what Liam was calling the ‘enemy’. “Don’t know why I had to be insulted and then blamed.” Harry drones again, and you pick up your gun, shooting him in the face mask once, blocking his vision. “Shh.” You say, trying not to giggle at his defeated figure. Liam is cracking up beside you and lifts up both your masks to press a quick kiss to your lips. Liam gets pelted all the sudden, and from the laugh you hear it’s undoubtedly Louis. Liam makes almost a growl noise and sprint away from your hidden area, you and Harry jogging behind.

Louis:  “Oh for the love of- crouch down.” You nearly run into Louis as he is dragging you through the hotel lobby by your linked hands. “Jesus Louis, a fair warning next time please.” You mumble, taking a few steps back from him. “Well I just saw them!” he says turning to you, narrowing his eyes. “Who?” You questions, glancing around a bit. He glances around you for a beat, licking his lips, and you swear to god your boyfriend thinks he is on some crime show 90% of the time. “Management.” He whispers, then shuts his mouth quickly. You blink at him for a moment. “Your point?” You question as Louis keeps close eye at his managers sitting at the bar a few feet away. “It’s like 1:30 AM.” He says sharply, his blue eyes serious. “Oh…” you say, nodding your head. “Well then ninja mode activated.” You say, nodding. Management has a tendency to throw a fit if the boys are out too late on the night before a show, and 10:00 was pushing it with them let alone 1:30. “Did you just say ninja mode activated?” He turns to you, his blue eyes happy. You nod and shrug. “I make good choices in girlfriends. This means we’re rolling and crawling back to the room. You’ve brought this upon yourself, love.” He says as you roll your eyes and sigh as he cartwheels away from you.

Zayn:  Your hand is trying to hide the smirk on your lips, but you don’t think Zayn would notice anyways. You glance at your phone again, and ten minutes have passed. You look at your boyfriends focused face, slightly hidden by a snapback, and laugh to yourself. You look around at all the families in the area, little kids with cameras running up to the glass, their eyes searching for a moment and then running back to the next place. You and Zayn had been at the zoo for the entire morning, but Zayn had insisted on stopping to see the wolves before you guys headed out for lunch. Despite your stomach growling, the wolves stayed hidden, away from the glass you two stood behind. You had started walking away at first, till you noticed Zayn not moving. Now, Zayn is still waiting, staring off at some rock. You zone out for a moment, when Zayn comes up behind you, his chin on your shoulder. “There are three of them, right back there.” He says, pointing to the rock he had been so closed in on. You now notice the three wolves sitting still behind the rock, out of site to the quick eye. “Maybe they hate being watched every day, so their hiding.” You mumble, leaning into Zayn. He chuckles, sighing close to your ear. “I know the feeling.” He says quietly, and your eyes don’t miss the normal stares you get, in the arms of a world famous pop star. You ignore them and glance back at the wolves your boyfriend has an odd love for. “At least we don’t have cameras.” You mumble, kissing his cheek. He smiles, reaching his hand towards you. “Lunch?” He questions as you nod, lacing your fingers through his.

Niall:  “Your father is going to kill me for this.” You mumble, dusting a bit of light blue eye shadow on your five year old. She giggles in response. “I will look pretty like you though!” You grin at the compliment. “Yes but Daddy said no make-up until your 25.” You say, carefully brushing a bit of mascara on your daughters tiny blonde eyelashes. Her brow is furrowed and you can tell she is trying to figure out how many years it is until she is that golden age. “That’s twenty years baby.” You help her out, moving to the other eye. “Oh.” She says softly, petting your dog as it sits at her feet. You pucker your lips, poking hers, letting her know to the same. She pouts her lips out and you quickly swipe a bit of chap-stick across them, you daughter giggling soon after. You smile and hear the familiar muttered swear words as Niall gets home, tripping over a toy left in the door, or his own two feet. You make an over exaggerated scared face towards your daughter, “Daddy’s home!” You say, poking her stomach. She hides her face in her hands, and you hear Nialls footfalls as he enters your bedroom, finding you two seated on the bed, your make-up spread around. He glances at your daughters hidden face and smiles. “Why are you hiding? Are you, my precious little girl wearing make-up?” He says, feigning shock, kissing your head as he leans and picks up your daughter. “Mommy we’ve been caught!” She says giggling as Niall hangs her upside down. “It appears so!” You say making a funny face and falling back onto the bed with your family.

Harry:  Okay, so maybe you had one too many drinks tonight. And maybe you really like the concert you were currently at. And you really love your boyfriend. His mouth keeps pressing against your bare, slightly sweaty shoulder. Mumbling the words to a song he clearly doesn’t know the words to. Your hips move closer to his swaying slightly to the music, as his hands find your waist. You guys were at some show Lou and Tom dragged you to, neither you or Harry really caring if you knew the band or not. You heard a squeal a while ago, not really paying attention to it, but the murmurs below your spot on the balcony were getting a bit louder every minute. Harry makes a soft groan next to you, and you move to pull away so he can go wave to them, and make them calm down for a beat, but he just pulls your hips closer. You giggle lightly and stick your tongue out as Lou makes a gagging noise at you two. You can see from up here that all the girls down below are on Twitter, or Tumblr, you name it, typing in all caps that Harry Styles is above them, grinding on his girlfriend. Normally you and harry were low key. You tending to hide in his beanies and a baggy jacket in the darkest corners of the arenas he played in. Other nights you held his hand as he dragged you through the large group of people surrounding your every move. Tonight neither of you minded that you had been seen, so you just held onto your boyfriends neck and enjoyed the music.