The other boys see the love bites you gave him
Harry: "Haz, whats all over your neck? Are you allergic to something?" Liam asked. Harry got up and looked in the mirror. He smirked and walked back over to the boys. "Oh, those are just some reminders from last night." "Was it good?" Louis asked. "Absolutely amazing..."
Liam: He had tried putting makeup over the mark, but it smeared off just enough for Niall to see. "Liam... Did you mess up [Y/N]'s innocence last night?" Liam bluahed and nodded his head yes. "Oh, well then, you may need more makeup to cover up that thing or else the other guys will notice."
Louis: He went into the studio not wanting to cover them up. Zayn was the first to notice the marks though. "Lou, what were you and [Y/N] doing last night?" he said, smirking. Louis looked up at him, "Everything that you could dream of..." All the boys laughed and made more jokes about it.
Niall: "What's on your neck mate?" Liam asked. Niall turned bright right and shrugged his shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhh!!!!' They all said in unison. "Was it good, Niall?" Louis asked. Niall looked up and tackled him before he could say anything else.
Zayn: He walked into rehearsal trying to hide his neck from everyone. "Zayn, quit covering your neck. It's weird...." Louis said. He dropped his hands and the boys all snicked at him. "Did the bad boy get some last night?" Harry said and Zayn blushed like mad and covered his face.
Liam: He had tried putting makeup over the mark, but it smeared off just enough for Niall to see. "Liam... Did you mess up [Y/N]'s innocence last night?" Liam bluahed and nodded his head yes. "Oh, well then, you may need more makeup to cover up that thing or else the other guys will notice."
Louis: He went into the studio not wanting to cover them up. Zayn was the first to notice the marks though. "Lou, what were you and [Y/N] doing last night?" he said, smirking. Louis looked up at him, "Everything that you could dream of..." All the boys laughed and made more jokes about it.
Niall: "What's on your neck mate?" Liam asked. Niall turned bright right and shrugged his shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhh!!!!' They all said in unison. "Was it good, Niall?" Louis asked. Niall looked up and tackled him before he could say anything else.
Zayn: He walked into rehearsal trying to hide his neck from everyone. "Zayn, quit covering your neck. It's weird...." Louis said. He dropped his hands and the boys all snicked at him. "Did the bad boy get some last night?" Harry said and Zayn blushed like mad and covered his face.
You have a panic attack
Harry: You and your boyfriend Harry were sitting on the couch watching tv. There had just been a news announcement saying that a mad man has escaped from jail in your area. Inside you were panicing because your favorite uncle was killed by someone like this. Harry got up to go to the bathroom. It was pretty quiet because it was nighttime. Just then there was a knock on the door. But suddenly the back light went on. You started hyperventalating and you felt like you couldnt move. Harry ran out of the bathroom “(Y/N) we have to hide,” You couldnt move though. Your brain was screaming for you to move but your body wouldnt listen. You look up at Harry. You try to tell him you cant but your words come out like stutters. You dont even realize your crying until Harry leans down and wipes your tears away. He picks you up and you bury your face into his neck. “(Y/N) Shh.. Its alright i got you now.. The cops will be here soon..” He says as he places you on the bed. You slowly nod your head. He places a kiss on your lips as you cuddle into bed.
Zayn: You had always been afraid of needles. Like deathly afraid of needles. So when you found out you had to get a shot at the doctors you paniced. The nurse could tell you were panicing so she called Zayn in. “How you doin?” Zayn asked you. “F..F..Fine” You say. Zayn sees right past you. He pulls you in for a hug. “Its gonna be ok. Itll be over in 3 seconds I promise.” Your still sweating a bit when the nurse comes in. “Ready?” She asks as she cleans the spot where you’ll be getting the shot. You grab onto Zayns arm. As the lady gets closer you tighten your grip on Zayn. As soon as you get the shot you release from Zayn taking a few deep breaths. Zayn just laughs at you “I think you broke my arm.”
Louis: You were out to dinner with Louis and his family. Normally you were fine at resturaunts but this one was different. The dim lighting made you feel extremely uncomfortable. You began to feel sweaty and you couldnt see straight. Everything looked either blurry or doubled. “Is she ok?” Lottie asked Louis pointing to you. “Excuse me,” You said as you ran out the door. You sat on a bench outside trying to control your breathing and to cool down. “You wanna just go home and relax?” Louis asks you while sitting down next to you. “What about dinner?” “They’ll understand” He reaches his hand out for you. He puts his arm around you and kisses the top of your head as you both walk home.
Niall: You and Niall were on a cruise for your 1 year. You were sitting in your suite when the boat starts rocking a bit too much. You call up the front desk to find out you are sailing throught some bad weather. You began to feel sick. You run to the bathroom and start puking. Niall runs in behind you holding your hair back and rubbing your back. You start to cry. All you keep thinking is that your going to die. “We’re gonna die and drown.” You say. “No we arent. Get cleaned up then come to bed.” You do as he says. You climb into bed with him and cuddle up next to him. “I wont let anything bad happen to you” Niall says as he pulls you closer. You lean up and kiss him thankful to have him in your life.
Liam: You were watching a movie with Liam when it starts to rain. You both think nothing of it considering its just rain. But then theres a giant flash and giant boom. The power goes out. “(Y/N)?” Liam whispers. You dont answer. “(Y/N)?” Liam says louder and shaking you. “Mhm?” You say. Just then another loud clap of thunder makes you scream. By this point you just wanted to crawl into a ball and hide. “I’m gonna get a blanket and flashlight ok?” Liam says. You nod even though he cant see you. 5 minutes later and he isnt back. “Liam?” You call out. No reply. You slowly get up. Just as your walking through the hall way you bump into someone. You scream. “Shhh! Calm down its just me!” Liam says while holding you close. You start to laugh because its just Liam and cry at the same time because he scared you so much. “Lets just go to sleep yeah?” You both walk back to the living room and cuddle until you fall asleep
Zayn: You had always been afraid of needles. Like deathly afraid of needles. So when you found out you had to get a shot at the doctors you paniced. The nurse could tell you were panicing so she called Zayn in. “How you doin?” Zayn asked you. “F..F..Fine” You say. Zayn sees right past you. He pulls you in for a hug. “Its gonna be ok. Itll be over in 3 seconds I promise.” Your still sweating a bit when the nurse comes in. “Ready?” She asks as she cleans the spot where you’ll be getting the shot. You grab onto Zayns arm. As the lady gets closer you tighten your grip on Zayn. As soon as you get the shot you release from Zayn taking a few deep breaths. Zayn just laughs at you “I think you broke my arm.”
Louis: You were out to dinner with Louis and his family. Normally you were fine at resturaunts but this one was different. The dim lighting made you feel extremely uncomfortable. You began to feel sweaty and you couldnt see straight. Everything looked either blurry or doubled. “Is she ok?” Lottie asked Louis pointing to you. “Excuse me,” You said as you ran out the door. You sat on a bench outside trying to control your breathing and to cool down. “You wanna just go home and relax?” Louis asks you while sitting down next to you. “What about dinner?” “They’ll understand” He reaches his hand out for you. He puts his arm around you and kisses the top of your head as you both walk home.
Niall: You and Niall were on a cruise for your 1 year. You were sitting in your suite when the boat starts rocking a bit too much. You call up the front desk to find out you are sailing throught some bad weather. You began to feel sick. You run to the bathroom and start puking. Niall runs in behind you holding your hair back and rubbing your back. You start to cry. All you keep thinking is that your going to die. “We’re gonna die and drown.” You say. “No we arent. Get cleaned up then come to bed.” You do as he says. You climb into bed with him and cuddle up next to him. “I wont let anything bad happen to you” Niall says as he pulls you closer. You lean up and kiss him thankful to have him in your life.
Liam: You were watching a movie with Liam when it starts to rain. You both think nothing of it considering its just rain. But then theres a giant flash and giant boom. The power goes out. “(Y/N)?” Liam whispers. You dont answer. “(Y/N)?” Liam says louder and shaking you. “Mhm?” You say. Just then another loud clap of thunder makes you scream. By this point you just wanted to crawl into a ball and hide. “I’m gonna get a blanket and flashlight ok?” Liam says. You nod even though he cant see you. 5 minutes later and he isnt back. “Liam?” You call out. No reply. You slowly get up. Just as your walking through the hall way you bump into someone. You scream. “Shhh! Calm down its just me!” Liam says while holding you close. You start to laugh because its just Liam and cry at the same time because he scared you so much. “Lets just go to sleep yeah?” You both walk back to the living room and cuddle until you fall asleep
He helps you with your homework
Liam: You shut your book with a groan and let your head fall onto the coffee table. You were sitting on the floor, Indian style, between the table and the couch. Your physics book sat dauntingly in front of you and you stared at it with weary eyes. How were you supposed to study something that didn’t make sense in the first place? “What’s up, sweetheart?” Liam asked as he walked into the room, sliding onto the couch behind you, one leg on either side of your body. “Physics is dumb,” you grunted, throwing your head back to look at him. “It’s not so bad,” he smiled, reaching over you to reopen the book. “Just think of it in terms of everyday life. So, easy example. Laws of gravity. What does gravity do to you everyday?” he asked, hovering over you. “Keeps me on Earth?” you asked, hesitantly. Liam nodded, humming. “So, now just look at in a larger scale. It’s a force of attraction, see? So just look at it on a planetary basis and you’ll have the whole idea,” he smiled, leaning back into the couch. You twisted around to look at him. “Liam,” you began hesitantly. “Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but, you hate math. And science.” Liam chuckled a little, winking at you. “I don’t like it, sure, but I like airplanes and when I was little I wanted to understand them,” he grinned. “So I did. If you think about it in terms of what you like, it’s easier.” You stared at him, dumbfounded, before pushing yourself onto your knees, reaching up to kiss him. “You’re a genius,” you mumbled against his lips. He responded by kissing back harder.
Zayn: Frustrated, you bit your lip and dropped the dull pencil onto the counter. “Zayn,” you called. He peeked his head in the door way, a brilliant smile on his face, but it fell once he saw your head in your hands and the heard the long sigh you gave. “What’s wrong, babygirl?” he asked, coming behind you to rub your shoulders. You heaved another sigh in response, flimsily motioning to your math homework. “Calculus is stupid,” you muttered, rolling your head to the side to give Zayn better access to that side of your neck. His fingers dug into the knotted muscle, relieving tension. “Well,” he said, never stopping his motions. “Why don’t you tell me the problem and I’ll talk you through it,” he suggested, leaning to drop a kiss on your head. You explained to him the equation, pausing so he could soak in the whole thing. “So I factored out the three, right? But it-” Zayn chucked, cutting you off. “No, babe, you see if you factor that out,” he said, letting go of your shoulders and leaning over you to write on the legal pad in front of you, “you lose the value you need to do the square root, see?” He finished solving the problem and dropped the pencil, resuming his ministrations to your shoulders and neck. “Oh,” you murmured, looking at the paper. “That does make sense.” Zayn chuckled again and pressed a kiss to the back of your head.
Louis: “Louis!” you called from the bedroom, where you were currently curled into the comfy armchair you had purchased from IKEA at the start of the school year. “Yeah?” He yelled back, not bothering to get up from the couch. “Make me some tea!” you shouted. You heard him laugh before getting up to shuffle to the bedroom. “What kind, darling?” he asked, poking his head into the room. You grinned at him, flashing the smile he loved best. “Yorkshire, of course. Can’t find it anywhere in the States, you know,” you grumbled. He laughed before turning to put the water on the stove, only to return minutes later, a curious expression coloring his face. “What’re you reading?” he asked, noting the small book you had in your hands. “The Importance of Being Earnest,” you mumbled, unhappy with the short play. Louis, however, broke into a grin wider than you had seen before. He strode to the center of the room and knelt, extending one arm towards you. “Ever since I first looked upon your wonderful and incomparable beauty, I have dared to love you wildly, passionately, devotedly, hopelessly.” You stared at Louis with wide eyes before breaking out into a laugh, flipping pages until you reached where he quoted. “Um…I don’t think you should tell me that you love me wildly - oh, wait,” you grinned to yourself, stretching as you stood up and walked to where Louis was still kneeling. You knelt in front of him, so you were face to face. “I do think you should tell me that you love me,” you mumbled. “Wildly,” you kissed him. “Passionately.” Again. “Devotedly.” And again. “Hopelessly.” This time you didn’t pull away, letting your hands crumple against his chest as his found your waist. Needless to say, you soon forgot the play you were assigned to read in favor of Louis’ lips, soft against your own.
Niall: “Yo no sé,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead as the Spanish language evaded your understanding. Niall chuckled from across the room where he was devouring the apple pie you had slaved over this morning. “Niall,” you groaned again, pouting violently. “Do my Spanish homework.” He donned a mischievous expression before slowly setting the pie down and sauntering over to you, never letting his eyes leave yours. Just inches away, he began to speak. “No puedo ayudarte, mi amor. Yo soy demasiado distraído por tu belleza a pensar,” he purred. Your stomach fluttered nervously, hearing phrases that you could recognize - “my love,” and “your beauty.” You blinked rapidly and Niall smiled, half hiding a laugh. He moved even closer, his breath ghosting over your lips before he turned his head to the side, leaning close to your ear. “¿Puedo darte un beso?” he asked in a whisper. You didn’t care what he said - your brain was too fuzzy to think so you nodded, instinctively knowing he wanted a kiss - and then it happened, soft and smooth upon your own bitten lips, and you relaxed into him, arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled away far too soon, chuckling as he lent his forehead against yours. “Tú tienes que hacer tu tarea,” he murmured, pecking your forehead before walking away. You stared after him, shell-shocked, until your brain finally translated his last remark. “I still don’t understand it!” you whined, hearing Niall’s laugh and the clatter as his fork hit the plate of pie once again.
Harry: “Richard the Lionheart,” he said blandly, reading the name off of the white index card. Harry was sitting next to you, at an angle, so you couldn’t see the cards, but close to enough to pat your leg or kiss your cheek if he felt the urge. He was helping you study for your AP World exam by quizzing you with the hundreds of flashcards you had spent all year making. “Crusades, against Saladin,” you said, just as bored. He sighed as he flicked to the next card. “Wars of the Roses.” You bit your lip in concentration. You knew this. You learned about this at the end of last semester - but nothing else came to mind. “I know it’s England,” you said slowly, looking up at him, “but I can’t recall anything else.” You let your head fall back into your hands. There was no way you were going to pass the exam if you couldn’t remember a series of wars. Unexpectedly, tears begin to prick at your eyes before you felt Harry’s palm make calming circles on your upper back. “Hey, it’s alright,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “It was a dynastic war. Between two branches of the House of Plantagenet - Lancaster and York. Just royalty issues. It probably wont even be on the exam,” he laughed, lips ghosting over your hair. “No need to get worked up, love.” You sighed and shook your head. “It’s not that,” you mumbled, wiping the few tears that escaped. “I just - what if I can’t remember the important stuff? The idea that I’m forgetting things - I need to pass this exam,” you swallowed roughly. Harry sighed and stood up, offering you a hand. “I have a better idea, then,” he grinned at you. You raised an eyebrow as he lifted you up, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let’s make cookies and decorate them with stuff from your flashcards. You’ll remember that then, hmm?” he teased, kissing your nose.
Zayn: Frustrated, you bit your lip and dropped the dull pencil onto the counter. “Zayn,” you called. He peeked his head in the door way, a brilliant smile on his face, but it fell once he saw your head in your hands and the heard the long sigh you gave. “What’s wrong, babygirl?” he asked, coming behind you to rub your shoulders. You heaved another sigh in response, flimsily motioning to your math homework. “Calculus is stupid,” you muttered, rolling your head to the side to give Zayn better access to that side of your neck. His fingers dug into the knotted muscle, relieving tension. “Well,” he said, never stopping his motions. “Why don’t you tell me the problem and I’ll talk you through it,” he suggested, leaning to drop a kiss on your head. You explained to him the equation, pausing so he could soak in the whole thing. “So I factored out the three, right? But it-” Zayn chucked, cutting you off. “No, babe, you see if you factor that out,” he said, letting go of your shoulders and leaning over you to write on the legal pad in front of you, “you lose the value you need to do the square root, see?” He finished solving the problem and dropped the pencil, resuming his ministrations to your shoulders and neck. “Oh,” you murmured, looking at the paper. “That does make sense.” Zayn chuckled again and pressed a kiss to the back of your head.
Louis: “Louis!” you called from the bedroom, where you were currently curled into the comfy armchair you had purchased from IKEA at the start of the school year. “Yeah?” He yelled back, not bothering to get up from the couch. “Make me some tea!” you shouted. You heard him laugh before getting up to shuffle to the bedroom. “What kind, darling?” he asked, poking his head into the room. You grinned at him, flashing the smile he loved best. “Yorkshire, of course. Can’t find it anywhere in the States, you know,” you grumbled. He laughed before turning to put the water on the stove, only to return minutes later, a curious expression coloring his face. “What’re you reading?” he asked, noting the small book you had in your hands. “The Importance of Being Earnest,” you mumbled, unhappy with the short play. Louis, however, broke into a grin wider than you had seen before. He strode to the center of the room and knelt, extending one arm towards you. “Ever since I first looked upon your wonderful and incomparable beauty, I have dared to love you wildly, passionately, devotedly, hopelessly.” You stared at Louis with wide eyes before breaking out into a laugh, flipping pages until you reached where he quoted. “Um…I don’t think you should tell me that you love me wildly - oh, wait,” you grinned to yourself, stretching as you stood up and walked to where Louis was still kneeling. You knelt in front of him, so you were face to face. “I do think you should tell me that you love me,” you mumbled. “Wildly,” you kissed him. “Passionately.” Again. “Devotedly.” And again. “Hopelessly.” This time you didn’t pull away, letting your hands crumple against his chest as his found your waist. Needless to say, you soon forgot the play you were assigned to read in favor of Louis’ lips, soft against your own.
Niall: “Yo no sé,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead as the Spanish language evaded your understanding. Niall chuckled from across the room where he was devouring the apple pie you had slaved over this morning. “Niall,” you groaned again, pouting violently. “Do my Spanish homework.” He donned a mischievous expression before slowly setting the pie down and sauntering over to you, never letting his eyes leave yours. Just inches away, he began to speak. “No puedo ayudarte, mi amor. Yo soy demasiado distraído por tu belleza a pensar,” he purred. Your stomach fluttered nervously, hearing phrases that you could recognize - “my love,” and “your beauty.” You blinked rapidly and Niall smiled, half hiding a laugh. He moved even closer, his breath ghosting over your lips before he turned his head to the side, leaning close to your ear. “¿Puedo darte un beso?” he asked in a whisper. You didn’t care what he said - your brain was too fuzzy to think so you nodded, instinctively knowing he wanted a kiss - and then it happened, soft and smooth upon your own bitten lips, and you relaxed into him, arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled away far too soon, chuckling as he lent his forehead against yours. “Tú tienes que hacer tu tarea,” he murmured, pecking your forehead before walking away. You stared after him, shell-shocked, until your brain finally translated his last remark. “I still don’t understand it!” you whined, hearing Niall’s laugh and the clatter as his fork hit the plate of pie once again.
Harry: “Richard the Lionheart,” he said blandly, reading the name off of the white index card. Harry was sitting next to you, at an angle, so you couldn’t see the cards, but close to enough to pat your leg or kiss your cheek if he felt the urge. He was helping you study for your AP World exam by quizzing you with the hundreds of flashcards you had spent all year making. “Crusades, against Saladin,” you said, just as bored. He sighed as he flicked to the next card. “Wars of the Roses.” You bit your lip in concentration. You knew this. You learned about this at the end of last semester - but nothing else came to mind. “I know it’s England,” you said slowly, looking up at him, “but I can’t recall anything else.” You let your head fall back into your hands. There was no way you were going to pass the exam if you couldn’t remember a series of wars. Unexpectedly, tears begin to prick at your eyes before you felt Harry’s palm make calming circles on your upper back. “Hey, it’s alright,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “It was a dynastic war. Between two branches of the House of Plantagenet - Lancaster and York. Just royalty issues. It probably wont even be on the exam,” he laughed, lips ghosting over your hair. “No need to get worked up, love.” You sighed and shook your head. “It’s not that,” you mumbled, wiping the few tears that escaped. “I just - what if I can’t remember the important stuff? The idea that I’m forgetting things - I need to pass this exam,” you swallowed roughly. Harry sighed and stood up, offering you a hand. “I have a better idea, then,” he grinned at you. You raised an eyebrow as he lifted you up, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Let’s make cookies and decorate them with stuff from your flashcards. You’ll remember that then, hmm?” he teased, kissing your nose.
Your child walks in on you two having some fun ;)
Harry: “Just put her down. What are you up to babe?” You said will walking into your kitchen. Looking at your husband making homemade chocolate chip cookies. You smile at him and walk over to him, running your fingernails up and done his biceps. Feeling goosebumps pop up on his arms. He turns around and kissed you passionately. You jumped in his arms and the make-out session kept getting more and more hot as he set you on the counter, with your legs wrapped around his waist as you took of his top and he took off yours. He picked you up and started to walk to the bedroom. He pushed you up against a wall and kept the kissing going. You heard a little voice say. “DADDY!!! What are you doing to Mommy?!!!!!???” Darcy said very worried. You pushed him away and laughed “Alright Darcy its time to go to bed.” You picked her up and started walking up the stairs until you hear “We are not done yet Y/N!” You laughed and said “Good!”
Louis: You stumbled into your house, closing the door behind you. “Did you have fun love?” Louis asked sitting on the couch as you come in highly intoxicated. “It was g-g-great.” You finally got out. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him passionately. The kisses got deeper and deeper until finally you were in your bra and underwear and he was in his boxers. You are to busy to hear little footsteps coming down the stairs until you see a shadow of your a little figuring saying “Mommy, Daddy I-I can’t sleep. What are you guys doing?” “Oh son we are just having a bit of fun….” Louis trailed off as you sat down and he took him back to bed. You guys finished business when he was officially asleep.
Niall: You and him were having a bit of fun, feeding eachother while your daughter was asleep. This got you both a bit horny. So you both started making out and it ended up in the bedroom in seconds. You both started moaning when your daughter walked in and said “Are you guys fighting I am scared!” “No uh hun go in your bedroom and I will be there in a minute!” You said quickly, so you could get dressed and put her back to bed. It seems you never get any time alone anymore. You sighed walking out the door towards your daughters room.
Zayn: Zayn had just put your son down for a nap. “FINALLY! Some time alone!” You said. You both decided to take a bath together. You thought it would be great. You ran the bath and put lots and lots of bubbles. You both climbed in and started talking. You moved over to him and started kissing him everywhere he did the same to you. You both started making out and then the door swung open to show your son. “IM HUNGRY!” You sighed and got out and fed your son.
Liam: You popped in your favorite movie and sat down with your husband after a busy day looking after your daughter. The movie got SUPER boring so you took control. You started kissing his weak spot and then he gave in and started kissing back. You were on top of him now and it was pretty hot. This was going on for a very long time until your daughter walked in saying “I wanna watch the movie!!!” Liam laughed as you climbed off of him sighing and turned the movie back on. He wispered in your ear “Lets finish when she falls asleep again.”
Louis: You stumbled into your house, closing the door behind you. “Did you have fun love?” Louis asked sitting on the couch as you come in highly intoxicated. “It was g-g-great.” You finally got out. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him passionately. The kisses got deeper and deeper until finally you were in your bra and underwear and he was in his boxers. You are to busy to hear little footsteps coming down the stairs until you see a shadow of your a little figuring saying “Mommy, Daddy I-I can’t sleep. What are you guys doing?” “Oh son we are just having a bit of fun….” Louis trailed off as you sat down and he took him back to bed. You guys finished business when he was officially asleep.
Niall: You and him were having a bit of fun, feeding eachother while your daughter was asleep. This got you both a bit horny. So you both started making out and it ended up in the bedroom in seconds. You both started moaning when your daughter walked in and said “Are you guys fighting I am scared!” “No uh hun go in your bedroom and I will be there in a minute!” You said quickly, so you could get dressed and put her back to bed. It seems you never get any time alone anymore. You sighed walking out the door towards your daughters room.
Zayn: Zayn had just put your son down for a nap. “FINALLY! Some time alone!” You said. You both decided to take a bath together. You thought it would be great. You ran the bath and put lots and lots of bubbles. You both climbed in and started talking. You moved over to him and started kissing him everywhere he did the same to you. You both started making out and then the door swung open to show your son. “IM HUNGRY!” You sighed and got out and fed your son.
Liam: You popped in your favorite movie and sat down with your husband after a busy day looking after your daughter. The movie got SUPER boring so you took control. You started kissing his weak spot and then he gave in and started kissing back. You were on top of him now and it was pretty hot. This was going on for a very long time until your daughter walked in saying “I wanna watch the movie!!!” Liam laughed as you climbed off of him sighing and turned the movie back on. He wispered in your ear “Lets finish when she falls asleep again.”
He convinces you to...
Zayn: Dance. You can dance really well, but Zayn doesn't know that and you don't want him to. "Please. Please. Boo ... please." He continues on and on. "Fine! Just ... shut up! Louis is rubbing off on you." You giggled and stood up. He put on a random song and you danced to it. When you were done, you simply sat back down, picking up your phone. "What the ... how?!" He huffed and you smirked while biting your lip. You rarely dance in front of him, but now, whenever you do, that's not the only physical exercise you get that day ...
Liam: Cook. You learned from the best, your mom. Whenever she was in the kitchen, you were following behind her and a few of her skills and recipes rubbed off on you. "That pasta dish that you make ... with the chicken ... in the sauce. The shell macaroni ... please! Please please please please plea-" "Okay! Okay, fine. I need a few things from-" "I'LL GO!" Liam keeps his word and goes, doing what you did with your mom when you were younger and constantly asking questions while you're cooking.
Louis: Model. For him only though. He usually asks when he's horny ... but he says he loves the way you look in everything. By that, he means your butt looks great in any pair of pants that you own. Jeans, capris, shorts, skirts, leggins ... anything! "Please!" "No Louis!" You say sternly. "But-" "No buts!" "Just your butt! C'mon!" He pleads and you shake your head. He huffs and throws himself on top of your lap, You giggle as he wiggles around. "BABY PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" You push him on to the floor and sit on top of him. He smirks up at you and you roll your eyes. Getting close to his lips, you whisper "Pick out anything." You guys kiss, tongues battling, member hardening. He smiles and slips out from underneath you, running to your room. Two minutes later, he comes back with nothing. "This." "Louis ... there's nothing in your hands." "I know! Exactly! Strip!" He says, pants already hitting the ground.
Harry: Kiss him. Seems simple right? Kissing Harry Styles? Well, not always. You were sitting on the couch, tea cup in hand, watching your favorite show. Everyone knows not to bother you when it's on. Everyone except Harry. "Thanks for dinner, my love. It was delicious." You smile at him and he sits next to you, shirt off and a pair of sweats. It was late so you were both cozied up together, him kissing you forehead as your eyes lock with the T.V, your hand running up and down his bare chest. He turns your head using one finger, kissing your lips. Your head snaps back to the screen and he groans. "Baaaabe!" "Shush!" You giggle and he throws his head back in frustration. You both stay there, him kissing your neck, trying to distract you but you won't budge. Once a commercial comes on he cheers and pulls your lips to his. "Harry!" "[Y/N]!" You both stare at each other and he smirks. "Kiss me!" "But my show-" "THE SHOW MEANS MORE TO YOU THAN ME?!" He says, jokingly. "OF COURSE NOT!" "Then kiss me." He winks and you groan. The show comes back on and you smile, turning your attention to it. He flips you both over, him hovering over you kissing your neck. "Harry!" You giggle, trying to push him off. It won't work to you pull his head up and slip your tongue into his mouth. He smiles into your make-out but you had to wait until the re-run of your show came on.
Niall: Watch football with him. You don't get it and don't care for it, but Niall does. "But I love football and you. Why ca't you both get along?" He pouts and you sigh, walking into the kitchen and pulling out a can of grape soda. You crack it open and take a sip, handing it to Niall and him taking a sip of it, too. He sets it on the table and straddles your waist. "Niall?" "Please watch it with me!" "But Niall, I don't get it!" "I can teach it to you! Please, princess [Y/N] Horan! Please!" You giggle and kiss his nose. He smiles knowing that whenever you kiss his nose it means you give in. "How can I say no to those eyes and that beautiful face." He blushes and kisses you, continuing to sit on your lap. As you both watch the game, he points out important details about it. Whenever he asks you something and you answer correctly, he rewards you with a kiss and a food item. "MY BABY LIKES SOCCER!" He chants as you both watch team Ireland score the winning goal. You laugh and he brags about how that made you even more amazing and he didn't think it was possible.