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Could you do a christmas morning when you and Harry are opening presents but it's just the two of you. Please💙:)

Everything about this Christmas was perfect. The cookies were baked and frosted. The tree was lit and decorated with ornaments that you and Harry had put on together. And now, the two of you, still sat in your pajamas and bleary eyed, were on the floor with presents in lap. Harry grinned at the bright red wrapping paper with a large bow on top. “Well, c’mon. Open it.” You laughed. “But it’s sooo pretty.” He whined, but tugged at the ribbon to open it. You bit your lip as you watched him. Harry let out a breath as he looked inside the box. It was the vinyl record of his most recent favorite band. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He smiled. “I think I told you about them once.” You shrugged, but inside you were giddy with the fact that you had finally gotten him something that he didn’t already have. ”I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, looking down to your present. “Babe, I love it. I really really love it.” Harry told you, his cheeks a little pink. He leaned over and pressed a kiss your lips softly. “Almost as much as I love you. Merry Christmas, beautiful.” 

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I NEED ANGRY LOUIS OMG

"Christ woman. You just don’t know where to draw the line, do you?" Louis demanded, ripping off his tie and letting it fall to the ground. You rolled your eyes and reached to take off your heels. "Louis, you’re overreacting. Coffee isn’t anything to get worked up about." His coat was shoved to the floor, his dress shirt next. Louis stood there with his hands on his hips, his face flushed and you could see the vein in his neck as he glared at you. "I don’t care if it was just coffee. I don’t care if it was a ‘hello’ while standing in line at the super market. All I care about is the fact that he still thinks that he has a right to what’s mine." Freezing in you’re movement, you looked at him. "Your’s?” Louis deflated like a balloon. “Not that you belong to me. I know, I know. We’re equals. I get that babe, I really do. But the very thought of him looking at you, thinking about you. It just rubs me the wrong way.” He explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s a friend, Lou. He’s not thinking about me that way.” Louis scoffed. “How can he not look at you like that? You’re…well, you.” He offered, his face softening as he looked at you. Rolling your eyes, you turned back around. Louis’ arms wrapped around your waist and he nibbled at your ear. “But this,” He breathed, his hand trailing across your collarbones and down to cup your breast. You shivered at the touch. “This. Every reaction, every gasp, goosebump, and moan is mine.” He warned, his lips moving to suck harshly at your neck. “Not that prick’s.” He growled. Your dress soon became nothing but a pile of fabric on the floor. Louis gripped your hips tightly, turning you so that he could press his lips to yours, his tongue searching for yours roughly. You made a noise of encouragement as his thumbs reached into the waistband of your panties. He tugged them down in one swift motion and his tongue soon followed suit. Louis licked between your thighs. Once. Twice. Then he looked up at you. You shivered as he grinned. Louis is a jealous man to say the least, but there was one thing that he got right: you were his.   

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Louis on Routine

Louis never liked routine growing up. He didn’t like the set times and places to be. While on tour, his time was mapped out down to the second so when he was home with you, he liked being able to avoid routine. Louis liked turning your alarm clock off and making you breakfast, waking you up with soft kisses to your cheek. He liked being able to call you on the ride home from the studio and telling you to put on your favorite dress because he wanted to take you somewhere expensive. You weren’t as spontaneous, liking a little schedule. Which is why Louis often made you breakfast for when you were running out the door for class and why Louis took you out to Taco John’s every other Tuesday. He made you coffee in the mornings and you made him tea at night. The two of you were a good balance together, always making it work.

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whatever zayn : kinks

Gawd. I am always so torn if Zayn would be so into what you liked and just so eager to please you or if he would be so dominant that there would always be lingering bruises on your skin. He would probably be a mix of both but I think one of Zayn’s kinks would be tying you up.

He would love to have you spread out on his bed, hands bound above your head and ankles strapped to the far corners, completely bare. Zayn would love the sounds that you made as he teased you, his fingers dancing over your skin. He would only get harder as you begged to come, his name falling from your lips over and over again. Zayn’s eyes roving over you as you trembled and shook with want, with the need to come. You would be able to feel his smirk against your skin as his tongue dipped inside you. Zayn would be true to his word and would let you come, but only after you pleaded and moaned that he let you do just that.  

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Sleepy

Zayn snored loudly, and nuzzled his face into your chest. You smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair; it was getting so long. He murmured your name as you let the pieces fall from your fingertips. "Go back to sleep." You whispered, petting his head softly. Burying his nose between your breasts, he grumbled. "Can't. TV's too loud." You turned your head to stare at the television. The television that was currently turned off. You laughed softly, rubbing at his back. "Baby... The TV isn't on." You chuckled. "I can hear it." Zayn groaned. "Go back to sleep, Zayn." You told him again. He sat up abruptly and stared at the TV. "Oh." He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "Love, you're so exhausted." You cooed, brushing your thumb over his cheek. Zayn nodded and leaned into your touch. "C'mere." He whispered. You shifted on the couch so that you were straddling his lap. Zayn pressed his fingertips into your back lightly, urging your body closer to his. You pressed soft, slow kisses to his neck and nuzzled your nose there. "I miss you so much when I'm gone." He hummed. You smiled into his warm skin. "I miss you too." You murmured in reply. Zayn hugged you closer before letting out a breath. "Good."    

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hush/liam please? :)

"Babe," Liam said, brushing your hair out of your face. "Baby, I need you to breathe for me. A deep breath." He asked softly. You struggled to do so, but you could already feel your heart start to slow as you looked into his calm eyes. Liam rubbed his hand over your arm and kissed your forehead. You let out a breath and squeeze Liam’s hand. "There’s my girl." He smiled. Liam nuzzled your neck, pressing a few soft kisses there. "Thank you." You told him quietly. "Anytime, love."

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Louis "sleep"?

Louis’ tossing and turning woke you up. With a huff, you turned on to your side to stare at the restless boy. His cheeks were pink and he had a handful of your shirt clenched in his hand. You rubbed a finger along his jaw and sighed, wondering what he was dreaming about. You smiled as he muttered your name. No need to wonder anymore. He said your name once more before cuddling into your side, his head resting on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “Good night, Louis.”

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"Whatever" - shopping trip? With Harry

Shopping with Harry had become one of your favorite things. It was hard in the beginning, finding a time when the two of you could actually get through a store without being mobbed. But once you did, it became a common pastime. You liked shopping and Harry liked that you wanted his opinion on things that you got. Victoria’s Secret was always a great experience. Harry refused to come in the first couple of times. But after some badgering and some reminding that most of what you bought was for him, he would join you and pick out a few things that he liked and a few he knew you would like. Harry was probably responsible for more than half your wardrobe in that respect. Hot pretzels are a must and so are Icees. Harry was well trained by his mother and sister and doesn’t complain about wandering the racks or holding your purse. He’s just happy to be spending time with you.