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Preference 36. Road Trip's

Niall:

Rome, Milan, Naples, Turin, Palermo, Genoa, Bologna, Florence, Bari, Catania, Venice, Verona, Campobasso, Scandicci, Rho, this list could’ve gone on for days. You marker all the cities on the map pinned to the top of your old car. You both lay underneath it, feet over the front seats, heads resting on your small duffle bags that you limited yourself to. “Where to next, my dear?” Niall says quietly, with the faint bit of light coming in the car windows, rest over both your bodies. “I think we let the road take us.” You whispered, back. He giggled next to you, as you turned your head toward him, “Way to be the most cliche of people we are. Laying in the car, watching the sunset, ‘Letting the road take us’,” he chuckled a bit more, “I think I could do this cliche love thing.”

  Louis:

Seemingly endless nights of concerts with Louis made up the foremost, greatest summer you’d ever had. Your summer was to consist of nothing but going to concerts with your erotic boyfriend, Louis. You guys went to any concert you could find, that had cheap tickets. Most of the bands you had never heard of, and you made sure to go to a few of your favorites, and of course a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. Lets just say your iTunes music bill, was almost as large as the food bill for the whole road trip.

  Liam:

“Oh my God, (Y/N), we have to see the world’s largest ball made of twine!” You heard your boyfriend squeal in delight from the desk in the front window of the motel room. You almost choked on the toothpaste currently in your mouth, when you couldn’t help but snicker at Liam. You finished brushing your teeth, and walked up behind the chair he was sitting in. You watched him circle almost every attraction listed in your United States brochure. He was way too excited. You kissed the top of his head, “Whatever works for me, babe.” You say, before grabbing both the duffles off the bed, and flopping onto the solid bed.

  Harry:

The pier, the roller coaster line, the bookshop, the mall, the general store, the coffee line, it didn’t matter where you went around the country, you always saw him. You’d see him standing on the pier at Brighton, looking across the water as if he was waiting for something to float towards him. You’d see him at Alton Towers, in Staffordshire, pushing around some guys as they raced towards the turkey leg stand. You’d see him at the starbucks, located all over. You saw him snuggled into an old chair, reading a book in Bedford. Finally, it was time you talked to him. You grabbed a coffee for yourself, and a latte how he has ordered it several times in the past few weeks, from the small cafe, and walked over to him. You set his drink on his side of the table separating you two. He didn’t look up, so you cleared your throat, “Um, excuse me?” You barely made out. He smiled up at you. “Hey! You are that girl I keep seeing all over!” He blurted. You nod. “Since we keep seeing each other, I thought I would introduce myself, I am (Y/N).” “Harry.” He peeped, snuggling into his jumper. “Well, where are you headed next on your adventure, Mr. Harry?” you questioned. “Back to London, for a few days at least.” You giggle, “That’s where I’m headed too.” He smiled, shyly. “Well, (Y/N), maybe we should start scheduling these meetings. Give us a break from our friends.” You nodded “Well thats the excuse I’m gonna use.” He muttered under his breath.

  Zayn:

All your friends were passed out in the backseat of your car, except Ace. He was passed out next to you. You parked the old car next to the gas pump, before scrambling off the leather seats, and into the ladies restroom. You quickly finished, wanting to get back on the road. You were checking out with your peanuts, water, slurpee, and gas, when you feel a body hit you from behind, knocking you into the front of the counter. “Sorry,” the stranger mumbled “Sorry, I just am freaking out cause I have to get back into the city, and I can’t get a ride, and I just ugh, sorry.” He rambled on quickly, before scratching his neck “Sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear all that.” You were speechless, as you held your stuff in your hands. “Um, if you want, I’m headed into the city.” You offered, as he turned away. “Really? I’ll pay you, plus pay your gas. Whatever you want, please, please, please?” You nodded your head for the boy to follow him. He laughed as Ace almost fell out of the car, only he seatbelt holding him in, without the door to hold him up. You tried to wake him, but that didn’t happen, so Zayn, you learned by his name, grabbed his arms, as you grabbed his ankles, and you fit him in the backseat somehow. Jack, Tabby, and Lizzy, were not gonna be happy to have Ace sleeping on top of them, but you would deal with them later. Zayn and you hopped in the car and got on the road. In the few hour drive, you really got to know each other. When you went to drop him off at his destination, he left you with his number, and a kiss on the cheek, that would never let the smile drop off your face.

A/N: Feedback? xx.

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Preference 35. Bra's

Harry:

As the lacy pink bra, that he has come to know well, lands at his feet, he picks it up by the cup using the toe of his shoe. His now rosy cheeks shimmer under all the stadium lights, as he picks the bra off of his foot, between his large thumb and pointer finger. “What do you think? Could I pull off this color, boys?” He questions, placing the large cups over his chest. The crowd around you screams, agreeing with the long-haired boy. “I think it would go better with Zayn’s skin tone.” Niall jokes, as Harry chases Zayn around the stage, Zayn telling Harry to not touch him with your bra, before jumping off the platform, over the lanky boy, and hiding behind Liam.

  Liam:

You sat on the floor, folding clothes freshly out of the wash and dryer, handing Liam them telling him which basket to put them in, his or yours. Finally as you finished that load, and sat atop the line of dryers at the laundromat, Liam started to pull out the final load. He set all the clothes next to you, as he folded. “One.” “Two.” “Three.” “Four.” “Five.” “Six.” “Seven.” “Eight. “Nine.” “Ten.” “Eleven.” Liam counted, “Really? Eleven bras? I dont think I even washed eleven shirts. How long has it been since you did laundry, my dear?” You giggled at Liam, as he knew you couldn’t do laundry very often, especially while following him around on tour. He lifted you off the dryers, grabbing both baskets, one labeled in his choppy script saying “Liam” and the other saying “Liam’s girl.”

  Niall:

Whenever Niall and you could, you would try to get in as much outdoor time as possible. Today was one of the days that you had the freedom to do that. You searched up the nearest trail, and within 15 minutes Niall and you were standing at the bottom of the trailhead, ready to go. Both of your guys energy stayed up until you hit the top. Niall was about ready to drop, as he went to grip your racerback tank top, to get the final few meters to the top, which he could see. When he tried to wrap his fingers around the thin material, he was confused when there was a thick layer added on. As you both sat down, you gulped down water, before he questioned it. “(Y/N), are you wearing two bras?” You nodded your head, while raising your eyebrows in question. “Why? I see your bra straps here,” he stated as he fiddles with the straps of your padded bra, “But then you have this sports bra on.” He drags out the last word. You still are dumbfounded on what he is asking, “I mean, isn’t that uncomfortable?” he questions.

  Zayn:

“(Y/N) is gonna kill us!” “Zayn is gonna kill us, not (Y/N), you numnut.” “Guys, just fix it!” “What do you think we are trying to do, Liam?” “Sorry, Louis.” You heard all the mumbles from down the hall in Zayn’s room. You peeked your head down the corridor, as you take a few steps down the dark blue hall, towards the wood door, that was slightly ajar. You peek your head in the door, clearing your throat, to make yourself noticed. “(Y/N)!” Harry squeaked. “Zayn isn’t with you is he?” Niall chirped up. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Liam practically begged. “Guys, what happened?” you asked, starting to get worried. “Umm, we were searching for something of Zayn’s and we were digging all around and we started to come in here but Liam said it was a bad ide-” “Harry, get to the point.” “Sorry.” “We accidentally broke your bra.” Louis finally spoke up. You started to giggle, “You guys are worried about a broken bra?” They scatteredly nodded their skulls. “Guys, it is not a big deal, just throw it away.” “But (Y/N), we didn’t mean to, we promise. We will buy you a new one, I’m sorry (Y/N).” Liam begged. “Liam, its fine, it is a bra, not my grandmother memorabilia.” You said. “What’s not your grandmothers memorabilia?” Zayn asks, stepping in the room.

  Louis:

While Louis was on break for a few days, he decided to come spend a few nights with you, before getting back on the road. You loved having him there, but during the first night, he left the bed in the middle of the night, only to never return that night. You were still exhausted when you woke up the next morning, forgetting that Louis was here. You showered, and did your hair and makeup for work. You looked town as your tummy, as it bellowed out to be filled. You trotted down the hall in your lace bra, and compression shorts. You spun around the kitchen getting your bowl of cereal, it was only until you set your bowl down at the bar, that you noticed Louis sitting on the couch, gaping. “Louis! You scared me!” You said, with his mouth still agape. “Yeah, you aren’t going into work today.” he stated still looking you up and down, with you almost garmentless.

 A/N: Wow guys, 35 preferences. I remember posting number 1. Thoughts? xx.

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Preference 34. Stormy Nights

Harry:

As the thunder claps above your flat, you cuddle deeper into the covers. When you hear the soft thud of knocking on your flat door, you rush to the aid of the person on the other side. Your heavy, wood door swings open to a soaked Harry, standing in the cold with a sloppy grin plastered on his face. You let him in, quickly scrambling to get him a towel, and dry clothes. When he goes to change, you put on some tea, to help him warm up. When the tea is finished, you carry the mugs to your bed in the corner of the large room, where Harry was sitting cross-legged on top of your covers. You both sit there for a few moments, sipping your tea. “Thank you for coming.” You softly spoke, as another thunderclap hit making you jump. Harry knew you were terrified of storms, he nodded as he stood up, going to grab some blankets to make a fort. Once he built up the walls made for ‘the fort to protect the princess’ you both sat on your bed, with only the faint glow of his laptop screen, as you both explored new music and talking about concerts you wanted to or had attended, distracting you from the monstrous weather outside the window.

Louis:

You sprinted out of the apartment, as fast as you could, into the pouring rain. As you looked behind you, to see him watching you, you ran into something, as a clap hit above your head, you squealed, jumping in the air. “Calm down, love, is everything alright? Wait, (Y/N)? What are you doing out in this storm, I told you I would come get you?” Louis questioned, holding your shoulders. He noticed you were quite frantic, and panicked, so he led you to where his car sat a few feet away, engine slowly humming, as you got in, and he ran around the other side. “He hit you again, didn’t he?” Louis asked, gripping the steering wheel, tightly.  

  Liam:

The phone starts buzzing on your mattress, beside you. You barely hear it buzzing, over the loud storm. “Hello?” You ask into the phone, quietly. “Meet me outside.” You hear his gruff voice, you scramble off the bed, rushing to the door. You see Liam standing in the rain, a few meters away, drenched from the rain. “Come out here, babe.”, your friend laughs, reaching out his hand. You giggle, shaking your head no, “Get out of the rain, you silly boy.” He shakes his head, flinging water drops towards you, off his hair. “Fine, I was gonna be the nice guy, and offer.” He states, as he charges picking you up off the ground, still in your doorway. He sprints into the rain, refusing to set you down or stop, until you were as soaked as he was. Finally, he slowly lowers you to the ground, your bodies pressed against each other, him out of breath from running with you, you cold in the wet clothes painted on your body now. He slowly lowers, putting his lips on yours. Once you two separate, you smile, both relieved to finally do that. You grip his fingers, pulling him into the warm apartment behind you.

  Niall:

What else is there to do in a storm, then to run around, jumping in every puddle you spot? Well, many things, but none of them related to you guys at that moment, the moment you heard the first thunder clap, you pulled on your rain boots, and matching rain coat. Meeting Niall at the door of your flat, you gripped hands, jumping across the parking lot, in every puddle you saw. With the insane weather, you didn’t expect anybody to be around, but when Niall and your figures jumping in puddles, were sprawled across the paper stating “Niall Horan dating a child?” you remembered, how careful you always have to be.

  Zayn:

When Zayn woke up to you scrambling around the apartment, grabbing things and moving them all over, he thought you were leaving. He sat there, on the low mattress watching you scramble, trying to figure out what he did wrong. After a moment of watching, he realized you weren’t packing to leave. You were dressed head-to-toe in rain gear, with a black cover over an item on the counter. You quickly rushed out the door, as Zayn followed your figure through the window, setting up. Not many would rush out into a full fledge hail, and lightning storm, just to take a single decent photo. Zayn watched you as you took photos, of the raging sky, out in the parking lot of the apartment building. As you wiggled the handle to the door, you panicked upon finding it was locked. But lucky Zayn was right there to save the day, well night.

A/N: Sorry Niall and Zayn's aren't very exciting. I didn't know where to take them. Thanks to miss-enchanted for giving me the ideas for Liam and Louis'. Thoughts? xx.

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Preference 33. Shaving (Liam's Part 2)

Liam:

Soon you were standing in the middle of the large bathroom, with boys with shaved heads standing around you, hugging you closely.

“W-What happened to your hair?!” You loudly exclaimed, holding onto Harry’s now fully shaven head. You moved around grabbing all of their heads, looking at it as if it was gonna suddenly grow back out of their heads.

“Well, we shaved it off.” Zayn said, as he walked back into the room, after grabbing a broom from the hallway.

You nodded slowly, as you spun on your heel towards Liam with a confused look on your face. He slowly bent down, kissing you on the lips, “We did it for your sister.” he whispered against your lips. Suddenly, you realized that the whole band did this for YOUR sister. It slowly registered through your heart. Tears slipped down your cheeks, as you smiled at all the boys, mouthing thank you. They each kissed your cheek, smearing your tears around.

“Actually, (Y/N), can I see you sister?” Niall said. “I think we all kind of want to see her.”

A/N: Herro. So a part 2 for Liam was requested. Hope you like it!

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Preference 33. Shaving

Harry:

You chuckled up at Harry as you were shaving the small portion of skin on Harry’s leg, to prepare to ink the skin. “I never wanted to have to say this, but damn your legs are Harry.” you laughed at your own joke. Harry rolled his eyes, trying to not burst out laughing. He soon forgot, as he felt a sharp tick on his leg. You looked up at him sorry, as you stated, “Sorry, I caught it at the edge of the skin.” As he shook his head stating it was fine.

“Does it feel like that every time you tick your leg shaving?” He asked, while you were preparing your gun. You slowly nodded your head, while looking for all the different colors of ink. “Wow, glad I’m not a girl.”

  Louis:

You chuckled as you walked into the bathroom seeing Louis’ shaving cream sitting out on the counter, with a drip below, spread around the bottom of the can.  You wiped your finger across it, before rinsing it off. You cleaned up the counter, and grabbed the can. Taking it to where Louis was passed out on your couch. You lightly drew designs all over his face. Mustaches, and goatees. Unibrows, and bad hair lines. You gave his clothing new patterns, and lined his skin with new tattoos. As you walked away, to prepared dinner, Louis rustled a bit, not enough to wake up or mess up your artwork.

You hear yelling, and some spitting a while later, knowing it was Louis waking up from his nap. You stayed on your floor mattress, reading, as he stood from the couch, storming to where your floor mattress was in the corner. “Oh (Y/N)! Give me a hug, I feel like cuddling.” He saying stepping on the edge of your comforter. You squealed, squeezing in between his legs, but of course he was smart enough to squeeze together his knees, stopping you. He picked you up by the abdomen, so you were hanging upside down, back pressed into his shirt. “Awh, babe! All I wanted was to cuddle!” He said, flipping you around, pressing his covered face into your collarbone and shoulder.

  Niall:

“Argh.” You heard again, while snuggling down in your best friends covers on his floor mattress. You finally decided to make sure Niall was okay. You wrapped yourself in the comforter as if it was a cloak, standing to your full height. You wrapped yourself tighter in the puffy blanket, not caring what mostrous wreck was formed on your head. You let your head bounce off of the wood door a few times, as Niall opened up, with a white beard covering his cheeks and mouth, and a blade in his hand. You both laughed at each other. Niall leaning down in the motion of him bowing, as if you were a queen with your cloak.

“And what hair are you getting rid off?” You snorted. He slumped, pouting, as he tried to slam the door on your face. But it bounced off your toes, flinging back open. “Hey! Thats all I get as a good morning?” You groaned, as Niall bent down pecking your lips, meanwhile getting cream all over your face.

  Liam:

When you found out about your sister having leukemia, you were heartbroken. It was like someone put a shield around you, and voided you from the world. You wanted to shave your head for her so badly, but you were worried about how the fans would give Liam crap about dating a bald girl. One day when you came home from your parents house, you heard the un-constant buzz of the razor blade hitting someones head, you heard some laughs and yells. You slowly knocked on the bathroom door in your bedroom, stepping in to see all the boys with shaved heads, and Harry with a half shaven head, with Liam holding the clipper above his head begging Harry to rock the half head of hair look.

  Zayn:

“Zayn!” You squeal as his figure barges in to the bathroom, as you pull a towel over your bare bottom half.

“Oh, um, sor- sorry.” He slams the door behind him, as the boys were standing right outside the bathroom door. After a moment of looking at you, he peeps his head out the door, you hear him mumble “I’m gonna be a few minutes, go play FIFA or something.” As he comes back in the bathroom with a few small steps.

“Zayn, get out! I’m busy!”, he snickered back at you. Almost as if stating, ‘Like that is gonna happen’.

“Babe, let me help.” He said, taking the blade from your fingers and rinsing it off in the sink. When he turned back around, you shook your head no. Zayn and you had had sex before, but it was always dark, and you were under the covers. You had a shirt on, but your thighs were still huge. “Babe, come on.” He stating, pouting out his lip extra far. You groaned, because he knew it would work on you.

Slowly, Zayn peeled the towel off your bottom half, while kissing you. He lowered himself onto his knees of his ripped jeans. He slowly and softly carried the blade lightly across your your skin, making sure not to cut you. He softly planted kisses down the inside of your thighs, telling you that you’re beautiful, as he cleans up. When he stands, and helps you up, he kisses you, taking you by the hand to hang out with the boys, never letting go of you.

A/N: Sorry Liams is so short, it was the first one I wrote, and I didn't know where the rest of the stories were gonna go. Requests are open. xx

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Hey guys! I got some free time so if you want preferences, imagines, personals, the first chapter of my new fanfic, etc. Just let me know, if not I'm working on a few more prefs, and more on my fanfic. xx.

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Preference 30. New Homes

Zayn:

“(Y/N), tell me again why you need a giant chalkboard in your new flat?” Louis asked, while hauling in the chalkboard with Zayn. “You’ll see when its finished.” You said. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at Zayn. “Why did we offer to help you move, stuff thats not even furniture, into (Y/N)’s flat again?” He said. Zayn put his hands up, in defense, inferring that you had asked them. Of course, this made the chalkboard drop, right on Harry’s foot, who happened to be walking by at that moment. After attending to Harry’s injuries, you got the boys to hoist up the chalkboard onto the counter, and drew them lines, letting them cut your new countertop.

Niall:

You were fed up, 4 months ago Niall and you had moved into a house together. All Niall ever did while home, was complain about how there was no good porch out back. You had never really admitted to Niall that you did a lot of construction growing up, and built most things in your guys new house. So when he left for tour, in March, not coming back until August, you decided to surprise him, by building a new patio. But, of course not all plans go accordingly. So when Niall came home for a day off, with you hauling concrete bags around, and going wild to make your backyard perfect for the party, he was not very happy. “(Y/N)! You should not be doing this! This is man’s work!” You got pissed at the comment and stormed off. Later, when you came home and Niall wasn’t there, you expected he left back to tour. You were still mad and took it out on your whiteboard fridge. ‘What an ungrateful little ass. I worked my ass off on this house, and I’m bringing out a part of me just for the stink brain, and he doesn’t respect me, or be thankful for the patio I’m laying for HIM and HIS friends.’ you slammed the marker for the period at the sentence, squishing the end of the marker. You slammed the lid on, dropping the marker on the floor, for it to roll somewhere on your kitchen floor.

  Louis:

Of course when you moved into your new apartment you needed new things, you were a girl. So you brought Louis and the boys with you when you went to IKEA for the day to shop for the new living space. Boy, was that a mistake. They could not contain themselves. With them never been to the store before, they went crazy. Jumping on every bed, sliding every drawer open and closed, ripping open every shelving unit, turning on every light. By the end of the first floor, you were tempted to take them back to the childrens center. You got down to the second floor, and sadly there were carts. They shoved themselves in carts, while also filling the carts as they past the baskets of everything. You were so fed up with Louis and his behavior that you just walked straight out, even out of the store not even stopping to collect and purchase your items.

  Harry:

With Harry and yourself loving to spend time outdoors, you had to make sure to have the perfect backyard for summer. You had to have the essentials; the deck, the grill, the swing, the trampoline, and the beautiful grass to kick around the football. It was a high maintenance backyard. But you guys didn’t mind as long as you had it while it lasted. But once Harry left for work for a few days, and you had some friends over. You knew something was missing. It needed an outdoor bar.

  Liam:

After the move into your guys new home, you didn’t have much time to to a big project on your house. With Liam having to work, you being pregnant, and having to take the other kids to assorted sports and competitions, there just wasn’t enough time. With that, you guys did small projects around the house. Putting up ‘invisible bookshelves’, and window frames. You just had to slowly renovate the house. You made Liam put up a painted window shutter in the kitchen, as a mail holder for you two. As well as having him make a PVC pipe shoe holder. As it got later into the school year, and closer to summer you knew you needed a bike rack for the kids, so you guys got two wood pallets for the bikes, and let Zayn go crazy on them with his spray paint.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted a pref in a really long time! This one isn't the best but I felt as I had to get something up! I am gonna try to get some more up soon! Hope you like it! xx

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