One Direction - Imagines

En masse dejlige One Direction imagines. (Engelske)


42. You paint his nails while he's sleeping


Liam: Upon waking up and rolling over, to face Liam, you notice smudged bright red marks near his eyes and on his cheeks. Your eyes travel to his hand, where you see that some of the red nail polish you painted his nails with last night while he was sleeping had rubbed off. You begin to giggle and his eyes slowly open. He yawns and rubs his eyes, before smiling at you. "Morning, (Y/N)." This gesture made your giggles turn into a loud laugh. He frowns in confusion. "What's so funny?" he asks. "You have a little..." you breathe out in between laughs, pointing at his cheeks and eyelid. "What?" He looks around and sees a red mark on the pillowcase. "Oh my god, am I bleeding?" he begins to panic, but then he notices his red nails. "(Y/N)!" he accuses, pouting at you. Zayn: You wake up before he does, as usual, and feeling quite mischievous, you decide to paint his nails. Choosing a baby pink bottle, you settle down on the floor next to his side of the bed. Fortunately for you, his hand is hanging down, making it easier for you to apply nail polish. He begins to stir once you finish the first hand. "What are you doing?" he slowly asks in a husky voice. "Oh nothing." you reply nonchalantly, finishing off his pinky. You hear him sigh and yawn. "I guess the colour's not that bad." he concludes, observing his hand. "Oh, we're not done yet. We still have to put on the glitter." you laugh as his eyes widen in horror. Niall: "Argh. I'm still so tired." Niall mutters while walking into the kitchen, where you're eating breakfast. He gives you and kiss on the cheek and you pour him a glass of orange juice. While he picks up the glass, you notice his nails are still a bright orange from last night when you painted his nails during his sleep. You burst out into laughter, causing you to nearly choke on your cereal. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Niall asks, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, yeah." you cover your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. He grows suspicious, but doesn't notice his nails until he washes his hands. Harry: You draw a sharp intake of breath when Harry begins to move and groan, rubbing his eyes with his right hand. Luckily you're working on his left hand and the nail polish on his right hand has dried. You're just about to finish his left hand when you hear him yawn. "What the hell?" he slowly exclaims in a raspy voice laced with sleep. "Good morning." you smile innocently at him, still holding the brush and his hand. "I hope you're planning to use the nail polish remover too." he softly chuckles, before closing his eyes again and placing a pillow over his face. Soon enough, he's soundly back asleep and gently snoring. Louis: You sigh as you see Louis asleep on the couch once again, but a smile creeps onto your face as you come up with a plan to paint his nails, in revenge for that time he drew a moustache on your face while you slept. You deliberately paint his nails messily, making the brush stroke past the cuticles. You freeze when his hand twitches, and quickly close the bottle, rolling it under the couch. As you drop his hand to run out of the living room laughing, Louis wakes up and notices his nails. "(Y/N), I hope you're planning to make my toes match." he calls out after you, causing you to burst into a fit of laughter.  
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