One Direction Prefrences

When you guys play sports

Harry- More often than not you find yourself squealing with laughter as Harry startled your hips and tickled you into surrendering.

"Admit it! Admit I won!" He playfully growled in your ear as his calloused hands slipped under your baggy tank and began to tickle you with more force.

"Never!" You gasped out as his tickling made your body instinctively shimmy away from him, sliding on the polished basketball court.

"Fine! You asked for it missy!" He smirked devilish like before lifting your shirt up completely and blowing a raspberry on your stomach.

Niall: Luckily you both considered dancing a legitimate sport, unluckily you can’t dance for the life of you.

"Princess, just sway your hips like this." He exclaimed swinging his hips in a dramatic way wiggling his eyebrows.

"That’s attractive." You giggle as he shimmied towards you and set his hands on your waist. Your heart began to beat faster as his warm hand began to guide your hips to the rhythm of whatever he was humming, the music coming from the boom box in your shared bedroom ignored.

"Just like that baby." He smiled into your hair as you began to relax and got the hang of it.

Liam: You let out a frustrated sigh as Liam continued to throw the game on purpose. You’ve seen him play baseball before, and you know, he surely isn’t playing as well as he could.

Your brows furrowed as he threw you another easy ball and you hit it with no effort. You jogged as slowly as possible to your makeshift diamond in your backyard as Liam walked slowly behind the rolling baseball.

"Good job love! Another home run, you’re really kicking my butt!" He encouraged as you sluggishly got to home base and put your hands on your hips.

Aggravated with him you tipped your cap lightly to him. Two could play this games, and for the next couple of hours it seemed as if you guys had a competition.

Worst player wins.

Zayn:Though both of you had no idea how to play it, tennis seemed like a reasonable choice for weekends where you just felt like moving.

Your serve flew over the net and past Zayn’s racket that got nothing but air. You smirk at him lightly, throwing a wink for effect as he lightly glared at you playfully.

Since you both didn’t know the proper rules, you just switched off with servers and, though you admit your last serve was a lucky shot, you liked to think this switching off made the game better since that’s the only part of the entire game that you both seem to be okay at.

"If you love me you’ll miss this shot babe!" Zayn jokes from his side of the court before lining up to take his shot.

"Love means nothing to a tennis player baby!"

louis:“GOAL! What’s that? Fifty to two maybe?” You tease jokingly before giving your blue eyes boyfriend a peck on the lips to take his pout away.

"Beginners luck is all." He defended his skills as you kicked the ball lightly between you, setting up for another round.

"I haven’t been a beginner since third grade love!" You scoffed before nodding your sweaty head in his direction signaling the beginning of your game."

"Cheater!" You shout as your boyfriend effortlessly picks you up in his arms and begins to kick the ball to your goal.

"Gotta do what it takes to win love!"