* If you can guess what movie I referenced Liam's from, I will write you your own One Shot or Preference!
Harry: You and Harry were having a peaceful afternoon watching movies. You were scrolling on twitter on your phone, while Harry watched the movie.
"Babe, are you even watching?" He laughs. You dont respond, to busy reading some of people's tweets to you.
"Baaaaaby?" He whined, you were laughing at some guys tweet and Harry scoffed, you looked over at him.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" You cocked your head to the side confused.
"You seem to like that phone more than me." He hissed, you laughed at his jealous attitude.
"Your jealous of my Phone?" You questioned. He huffed. You places it down on the side table, then scooched closer to him, playing with one of his curls at the nape of his neck.
You knew exactly how to turn him on, and it was working.
"O-Okay... I forgive you." He mumbled, you could see his.... Friend, rising up and slid on top of him.
Niall: You and the boys were on the tour bus, waiting while everyone got back on. They had just finished a concert and were quite tired, but socalizing a lot. Yesterday you had found a really good book, The Outsiders, at a shop and quite frankly couldnt put it down. Through the whole concert you sat backstage, laying on the concrete floor, reading. Now you 6 were in the tour bus, Niall, being your boyfriend, had his arm wrapped around your waist as you all sat on the sofas. Your eyes were glued to the book, as you were arriving to the scene where Ponyboy and Johnny decide to run away.
"Isnt that right (Y/N)?" Niall asked as Liam has just previously asked a question about something you too had done. You didnt even hear him, all you heard was the narration of Ponyboy in the book.
"Babe?" He asked again, poking your cheek, you only just realized he was there.
"Hmmm that's nice babe." You mumbled nochalantly, he ripped the book from your hands and you imediatly started attacking him, clawing at his hands for the book.
"You son of bitch! Give it back!" You whined, he laughed.
"You seem to love this book more than me." Niall stated.
"Right now I do!" You laughed. Liam grabbed it from Niall, and handed it to you.
"Thank you LIAM!" You yelled in Niall's ear.
"You love a flipping book more than me?" Niall pretended to sob into a cushion, the boys laughed but you just kept on reading.
Louis: You and your best friend were having a lazy, movie night at your and your boyfriend, Louis' flat. For some reason both of you continued to laugh at the serious parts, you just couldnt help cracking jokes and you both bursted into hysterics. Louis walked in while you hunched over guffawing.
"What are you to doing? This is a Sad part! Her father just died!" He stated.
"Y-yeah, but- Her crying- It's just- so funny!" You choked between laughs. You and (Y/BF/N) were on the floor now.
"What is wrong with with you too." Louis just shook his head, his hands sitting on his hips.
"It's kinda our thing to laugh at sad parts." You said, wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes. Louis looked offended.
"Why don't we have a thing like that?" He accused. You looked at (Y/BF/N) and you both started laughing again. Louis scoffed and stormed off.
"Lou-gasp-W-wait!" You cried trying to stop laughing at your boyfriend.
Liam: "OH MICKEY YOU'RE SO FINE, YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND, HEY MICKEY, HEY MICKEY!" Liam sang as you and the boys danced around. You were having a random sing off. You could sing as well, so it was very entertaining to hear what the 6 of you could come up with.
"YEAH, AND YOUR MINE, I'LL BE YOURS TILL THE END OF TIME, CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL, YEAH YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO SHINEY AND NEW, LIKE A VIRGIN TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME-" Harry sang looking seductively at Louis, they pretended to grind against each other until Zayn interveined.
"LIKE THE ONE IN ME, THAT'S OKAY, LET'S SEE HOW YOU DO IT,PUT UP YOUR DUKES, LET'S GET DOWN TO IT! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT, WHY DON'T YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!-" Zayn sang, you all dance along, you and Liam close together. Niall stepped forward, there was a pause, then he belted out the lyrics.
"YO I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT, SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT-"
"Niall! That doesn't work! YOUR OUT!" Liam laughs, Niall huffs and sits down.
"Next catagory?" Louis asks, Niall pulls out a card and smirks.
"Beatles music." Everyone looks at you and Liam, everyone knows you both love The Beatles to death. Liam starts the next round.
"HEY JUDE, DON'T MAKE IT BAD, TAKE A SAD SONG AND MAKE IT BETTER. REMEMBER TO LET HER INTO YOU HEAR-"
"HARD DAY'S NIGHT! I HAVE BEEN WORKING LIKE A DOG, IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, I SHOULD BE SLEEP-"
"SLEEP LITTLE WILLOW, WIND GUNNA BLOW YOU-" Liam counters, you raise your fist in victory.
"THAT'S NOT A BEATLES SONG! THAT'S JUST PAUL MCCARTNEY! HAHA I WIN!" You cheer dancing around in victory, Liam huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. The boys all make fun of him because a girl beat him.
"Well I didn't know." He mutters, you poke his nose.
"Suck it up! Your just jealous cause I won!" You sang, he scoffed making you laugh.
"Let's just do the next round." Liam insists.
"Okay... Next catagory is...."
Zayn: Zayn was out, you were alone at your's and his flat. You decided to draw, because you loved to. You pulled out a pencil and some paper and began sketching. You added final deatails to your artwork and looked at it with a superior grin on your face. It was a small bird, a junko, resting a branch, and it looked very realistic.
"Baaaaby, I'm hooome." Zayn sung walking inside, he strutt over to where you were singing and eyed your drawing.
"Wow..." He mumbled.
"You like it?" You asked hopefully. He nodded and walked away. You felt confused.
"Wait... Zayn! Do you actually like it or not?" You asked chasing after him. He sighed.
"Yeah, now let's talk about something el-"
"Then why won't you compliment it, what do you like about it?" You crossed your arms over your chest eyeing your boyfriend. He mumbled something, and then you smirked.
"Is Zayn Malik jealous of MY artwork?" You gasped smirking, he glared playfully at you.
"What artwork, you mean the paper I'm about to rip up?" He asked running into the living room.
"ZAYN! GET YOUR BRADFORD BAD BOY BUTT BACK OVER HERE!"
