One Direction Preferences

#21 Jeans

Harry: You didn’t know it yet but, Harry has been eyeing you all day.  His favorite pair of your jeans, hugged you in all the right places. During the shoot he could barely concentrate. As soon as it was don’t he was at your side, “You look so good in those jeans.” He breathed against you lips, kissing you hard. His hands traveled from the small of your back to your bum giving it a quick squeeze before he went back to change.

Liam: When ever you clean, or paint, or do anything that could ruin you clothes you put on your trusty pair of, old ripped up jeans. You were painting the bathroom today and like usual you grabbed your old jeans. Liam sat in the empty bathtub watching you paint the walls. He wasn’t helping and that was fine, you’d only get distracted if he was. “You look so cute in those, babe” He laughed as you shook you bum to the music playing in the next room.

Niall: Tonight was important, you were going out with your friends and you need an honest opinion about how you looked. But because your friends were all in the same situation, you were left with Niall to tell you. Which would be a problem, but he likes every thing you wear. You came out of the room wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans and black wedge boots. Niall was watching TV with his legs up in front of him. “How do I look?” You asked standing in front of him, doing a little twirl, and lifting up you feet so he could see the shoes. “Ya look great Princess.” He answered scanning your legs. You went back into the room and came out wearing a lighter pair of jeans and UGGs. “What about now?” You asked repeating the actins you had done before. “Great Y/N, you look great.”  He said again. This is the problem, he will always say great. He must have noticed that his answer didn’t help. “Ta be honest, I cant even tell what’s different.” He’s such a man.

Louis: "Luv, you gotta hurry the show starts soon" He whispered loudly down the hall. You’d just gotten done having a quickie backstage with Louis. The entire top half of your outfit stayed on, but for some reason he pulled your jeans all the way off. You felt around in the dark for them. You could hear Louis walking toward you. When you found you jeans you pulled them up as high as you could before you jump up and down in an attempt to slide the tight denim over the rest of your bum. The light from his phone shined on you, and his laugh filled the room. "Don’t laugh, you of all people should know the struggle of have to get your ass in jeans, Louis Tomlinson." Your remark ended his laughing fit. "True. But at least no one will notice my just fucked hair." He was right he always looked like that. You hands flew to your hair in an attempt to fix it. ‘UGHHH, Louis" You groaned following him to the dressing room.

Zayn: His hands were urgent against your skin, he pushed you down onto the bed. Pulled your shirt off leaving you in nothing but your bra and a pair of jeans. He groaned looking down at you. He leaned in kissing down your neck, stopping to suck on your collarbone, and stopping at your stomach. All the while your hands tangled in his hair giving him moans of approval, as you grind you hips against him. “We should get theses off, huh?” He asked in the most sultry voice. Before you can answer he un buttons, un zips and starts to pull off your jeans. You lift your hips just enough for him to slide them off. They were on the floor within seconds. His hands, roaming your now naked legs.