Preference #4: You hit him in the balls by accident.
You okay? I smile to myself and bite back a laugh as she starts talking once more. The next morning when she wakes up I told her and asked what she was dreaming about and she smiles a little. Harry: I look up from my laptop to where she's still sleeping beside me. How she slept until noon I could never understand. Harry," she purrs, a smile falling across her lips.
I smirk to myself and shut my laptop, wondering what she could possible be dreaming about. My mind totally wanders until she wakes up a few minutes later looking at me curiously, her cheeks adorably pink. Louis: "Give me the cereal! Give me the cereal! Help Lou! I yawn sleepily and look over at her, biting back a laugh.
What in the hell was she dreaming about? I softly shake her shoulder and she jolts awake, breathing fast. That must've been some fucking great cereal," I chuckle, making her roll her eyes and grin.
I was like, in the Hunger Games but for food and that btich Foxface was trying to steal my cereal I follow her whole retelling of the dream with amusement, watching her bright eyes and hand gestures as she retells the whole thing. It was so cool how she remembered some of her dreams so well. A tear slides down her cheek and I frown.
I guess it was true--it was possible to cry in your sleep. She slowly wakes up, wiping her cheeks with her sleeve. It's just a dream," I say quickly, kissing a tear from her cheek. What tattoo? After a few moments I realize her eyes are shut and she's breathing softly.
She must be talking in her sleep again. A blueberry. On your ass," she muses sleepily, her lips curling into a smile. I laugh and tap her shoulder, carefully waking her up. You had a dream about that? Ah, we were so drunk Posted 7 years ago with notes tagged: 1d 1d preference 1d preferences 1directionscenarios Harry Styles Niall Horan Zayn Malik blueberry hispov liam payne louis tomlinson one direction one direction imagine one direction imagines one direction preference one direction preferences one direction prefrences one direction scenarios onedirection preferences preference preferences.He motions for you to come closer, so you hesitantly straddle his bare waist.
Your mouth falls open, surprised that he was wanting this. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his handsome face. Finally you are hovering over his head, and he looks very eager. You could feel his warm breath fan over your dripping core, making you shudder and almost cum on the spot. He flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your cunt, tasting you completely. Your hands find the sheets above his head, fisting them tightly. He attaches his lips to your pulsing clit, sucking hard.
His green eyes stare at you from between your parted legs. He reaches his hand up to touch your breasts and pull lightly on your erect nipples. He eagerly laps at your juices, cleaning you up from your earth shattering orgasm.
He flicks his tongue over your clit making you hiss from being sensitive. Your breathing is still heavy and you can feel Harry staring at you. You turn over on your side, propping your head up with your hand. His lips are still covered in your juices making them shine.
He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, attaching his lips to yours. He pushes his tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself. You pull apart and reach for his hand, tangling your fingers together.
Sign of the Times by Harry Styles a few of my favourite lines, I love the whole song. Pink on pink for Harry. Harry styles imagines one direction preferences one direction imagines one direction visuals. Stuck on you.This is my first preference so please give me feedback!
Your work from uni had been stacking up all week, but Liam had somehow persuaded you to join him and the lads for a night out at Funky Buddha, his favorite nightclub. Despite your plans to stay in with a good cup of tea and your pile of work, you went along anyway, knowing it was one of your last nights with Liam before tour started and you two were separated for months.
The entire night was a blur. You danced with Liam most of the night, pouring the booze down your throat as the bartender continued to bring them over to your table.twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]
The lads were letting loose, shouting things at each other all night from across the table, causing you to be in a fit of hysterics. And you were feeling it now. He took in your closed eyes and even breathing, having drunk yourself into a deep slumber right on his shoulder. Liam simply glared at his friends before he lifted you off of the couch bridal style and carried you to the bedroom to get some sleep.
Jet lag was killing you. You sat in the dressing room with them as the boys slowly got ready for the night, having about an hour before they had to take the stage. Harry had been busy most of the day, but you tried your best to stay awake for his sake. He wanted to look the best for you even though he could wear the dingiest pair of jeans and he would still be beautiful. Harry walked over to you, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before excusing himself to get dressed.
He walked to you and leaned down, tucking a piece of stray hair out of your face before kissing you on the lips, the action causing you to jump and wake up. Harry took a seat on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to his chest. Having a day off from tour was rare, but when it happened, the guys too full advantage of it. And by advantage, they just lounged around all day playing video games in their hotel rooms. Your boyfriend, Zayn, and you had laid in bed well into the afternoon before all of the lads headed over to play some FIFA.
They ordered loads of room surface, full of junk food, and spent the duration of the day sitting in front of the television. You were laying on the couch beside Zayn, his body relaxed, but his mind focused on the game as he played against Niall, the undefeated FIFA champion.
Your eyes had felt heavy all morning, your phone in front of you not seeming to keep your attention as you stared at the screen for a few moments, trying to understand who was winning. When Zayn played his video games, he was very quiet and reserved…. His occasional laughter and shouts regarding cheating kept you awake, bringing a smile to your face. You had been on the road with the boys for a few weeks, their tour experience obviously making their bodies used to the rigorous schedules.
You, on the other hand, felt like you had just ran six marathons in a row. Despite the fact you and Zayn had slept much of the day, you could feel yourself fading as you scooted closer to Zayn, resting your head on his lap to get a little bit more comfortable.
The scruff was growing on his chin, his striking eyes focused and his lower lip in between his teeth as his entire mind was inside the game on the screen. Your feet ached as you peeled off your heels, throwing them into the back of the black SUV that everyone had piled into.
1D Preferences #472: You talk about him in your sleep...(His POV)
You missed my eye by an inch! You mumbled a small apology to the blonde haired boy before wrapping your arm around your boyfriend and resting your head on his shoulder. Louis had dragged you to one of the award shows the boys were obligated to attend and you had a wonderful night, but it definitely drained you. After spending hours getting ready and going through a hundred security checkpoints, you watched from the sidelines as Louis and the boys posed for photos and did interviews on the carpet.
After the carpet, you took your seat next to your boyfriend and the other boys to watch the entire show, trying to keep your cool as you looked at all of the celebrities that were around you. Though you were dating someone in one of the biggest boy bands in the world, award shows were a completely different world.
There was celebrity after celebrity that walked by, stopped to talk to one of the boys and were just in the same building as you.Harry : You both sat on the opposite of the couch. Hoping he would say that he loves you. He was staring at the TV, emotionless. And this was one of those moments you actually had no clue what to do.
Did he want you to leave him alone? Did he want you to beg him for forgiveness? Did he want you to say sorry again and again and again? So you let out a sigh and you stood up from the couch. When you entered the living room again, he was gone. So that meant sleeping on the couch. You took a couple of soft sheets out of the closet and were ready to drape them over the couch, when you felt two warm hands, grabbing your waist softly.
He placed his hand on your lower back and led you to the bedroom. You crawled into the bed you shared with Harry. He pulled you into his chest. And he would push every angry feeling away, just to make sure you were fine. Is it so hard to do just one thing for me? Like you are so busy all day! You stood there, frozen to the ground. You felt so stupid. A week ago he asked you to pick up his sister on Sunday today from the airport.
But today, you just totally forgot. His sister had called you multiple times, but your phone was dead. You only noticed you forgot when Louis came home with a furious look on his face. And that was where he started yelling.Liam: You had been really in the mood for the past couple of days, but the other boys were almost always around.
Finally, they had all gone out to a new club, leaving you and Liam a night to do whatever you wanted. Which mostly consisted of movies, until, you found him with his hand on your thigh. You turned to him with a sly grin. Liam covers you in a blanket and grabs your hand, taking you to the bedroom. Zayn: It was the day when Zayn had come back from his tour and he was feeling a little lonely. So you decided to help him out. After an intense make out session you removed his shirt, he removed yours and it continued on from there.
He was on top of you and holding your hips, when a cough was heard from the door. You both snap your heads towards the door to find Niall standing there, a slightly amused expression on his face, "I know you haven't seen each other in like But you should really close the door; it's like you forget that I'm staying here for the week.
Plus you're really loud. She's for my eyes only. You two were practically finished anyways, do you snuggle into him and sleep. Niall: You were teasing him, wearing shorts and walking around without a shirt on, he finally snapped and dragged you up to the bedroom. You sat on his lap and kissed him roughly, him biting your lip along the way. You were the one taking the lead, so you kissed his collarbone, hands traveling down to his belt buckle, and unbuckling it.
You two had just barely gotten started, you were still in your underwear, when you heard a voice from the hallway, "Hmm, say Niall mate, do you know where I could have put my-" The door swings open to reveal a shocked Liam.
Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean I didn't even know you were doing this. You give a laugh at Niall's red tinted face, "Liam! Just get the hell out! Sorry Love. I'm just not in the mood anymore.
Harry: You were laying on Harry's lap, just casually dangling your feet while he was on his laptop. You opened one of your eyes to look at him, but he was already looking at you. You reached up and cupped his face, he shut his laptop and moved it over and returned his hands to your stomach.
His hands creeped up the back of your shirt and unclasped your bra. You have a sudden shiver of surprise but continued on, soon you were both under the thin sheets and doing it hard. That is, until Louis burst in and laid on the edge if your bed. You gave a loud squeal, "What the fuck Louis?! You threw a pillow at his head, "Get out, it was just getting good! Harry turned back to you, "So where were we?
He puts his fingers through your belt loops and yanks down your shorts.Imagine:You and another guy prank him. Harry: "He's gonna be so mad. I'm blaming you. Harry's usually curly, beautiful locks now straight and flat. He loooves you.
He's not gonna be so upset when he finds out it was you. It takes twenty minute for Harry to wake up, and you are pretty sure everyone in the venue could his his yells. He will never forgive me. You shudder, remembering your nightmares. Haven't seen her. Saw Zayn walk into your room, though. Are you here What is happening You open your eyes and burst into laughter. We're even now.
Louis' is loudly singing in the bus shower, so he can't see you, and the boys are hidden in the room, that's across the bathroom. You tip toe to the shower, turning both bags of flour into his body and he screams, as you laugh loudly. The boys run over, as Louis opens the bathroom door, revealing his currently naked and white figure. I'm gonna get you back good. Which was basically a load of bull, you just wanted to get him back for the day he put a lock on the fridge, and left with the key.
You and Liam switch an secret glance, as Niall looks over the salt.
Preference He wakes you up
As the salt addict he is, he turns the pot around, filling the chips and the rest of the food with sugar. He eagerly chomps the food, his smile turning into a frown as he picks a napkin. Who did this? Now we're even. Zayn: "He's gonna flip. He won't be mad. You had to admit you even thrown some like seven pairs at the pool, and Liam hid one in the front yard tree.
You are having so much fun hiding Zayn's shoes all over the house you don't even realize he's home. What happened to my shoes? In this house. Or maybe in the backyard. Or whatever. Why are my shoes in a freaking tree?He tip toes over to his guitar and slings the strap over his shirtless torso. So get outta bed, what do ya say? You pull yourself up into a sitting position against the head board.
Niall stops strumming and scoots closer to you, taking your hand into his and bringing it to his mouth, pressing his soft pink lips to the back of it. Niall laughs quietly and begins strumming again. You mumble for him to leave you alone. You snap your eyes open and look at the clock.
He lets out a throaty laugh and moves closer to you. You continue to stare at him, a tingly sensation diffusing through your body as you sink in his words. You lean over and kiss him softly. He walks in the room to find you snoring lightly, still dead to the world. He carefully eases your limp body into his arms, lifting you with ease. You let out a sleepy sigh and shiver at the loss of the warm blanket.
He carries you bridal style down the stairs and out the back patio door toward your in ground pool. He eases you down on an inflatable pool lounger, chuckling as he does so. Carefully he pushes the bright pink lounger into the water.
He stands back triumphantly, watching as your sleeping body floats in the pool. He turns to walk back into the house, watching through the kitchen window, waiting for you to get up.
1D Preferences #472: You talk about him in your sleep...(His POV)
Your eyes fly open and you inhale sharply. You can hear him laughing loudly from the kitchen.
You carefully sit up, as to not knock topple off into the water. The both of you lay motionless under the covers. Zayn huffs loudly as he repositions himself. He lays there, his eyes closed but other senses awake.
You move in your sleep and let out a small grunt, causing Zayn to chuckle. He wraps his arms around you and pulls your body against his chest. The sudden movement waking you. Zayn places butterfly kisses against your back. You roll over in his arms to face him. His eyes still hooded and groggy. You smile at him and run your fingers through his flattened quiff. You nod and sigh in response. You capture his face in your hands and pull his lips back down, kissing him lazily.
Just four girls here who are in love with these five boys from Doncaster, Bradford, Cheshire, Wolverhampton and Mullingar.