One direction - Preference

Jeg er helt tosset med de her "preferences" som jeg finder på nettet. Jeg har ingen rettigheder eller what-so-ever til dem her.

Jeg skriver også nogle danske imagines (som jeg selv finder på), så hvis i keder jer, skulle i også til at tage et smut forbi dem.

Håber i vil nyde dem :D

OBS de er alle sammen på engelsk :)


123. Sleepover with the boys



To celebrate the end of their tour, Louis decided to throw a small sleepover. Though the tour had ended a while ago, the boys were just beginning to adjust to their new schedule. Of course they still tons of work to do for the new album, but they had much more freetime than usual. You were close with all of the boys, so naturally you were invited. When you arrived with your boyfriend,

Louis, you placed your plastic shopping bags on an empty chair. The boys hadn’t arrived yet, giving you and Louis some time to prepare. Louis pulled a stack of party hats out of the bag. He separated one from the pack and pulled the string over his neck. He turned to show you, wearing an open-mouthed grin that said, “What do you think?” You returned a toothy grin with one thumb pointed towards the ceiling. He resumed pulling supplies out of the bag and occasionally showed you a decorative item. You emptied each bag one by one, hanging signs on the wall, creating piles of silly string cans, and pouring various snacks into bowls. “We’ve gotta get dressed, babe,” you reminded him while placing your hands around his waist. Your small arms looked frail against body. He continued to pull supplies out of a seemingly-endless bag. “I know,” he murmured. You dangled for a moment, eventually letting go. “Well, I’m going to get changed.” You started to walk towards the bedroom you shared with Louis. “Can I help?” You stopped and turned around. Avoiding his question, you laughed and walked to the room. Closing the door behind you, you undressed and slipped into a comfy pair of pajamas. As you opened the door, you saw Louis standing in front of it. He noticed you jump and raised his head. “Oh, sorry, love. Didn’t mean to startle you.” He sent a sheepish smile your way. “Just get dressed.” You left a kiss on his cheek as you passed by. Shortly after, the doorbell rang. Of course Liam, and his girlfriend, were the first to arrive. Louis strolled out in his tee-shirt and pajama pants. He waved and grabbed a pretzel from a bowl. Liam helped himself to the snack table, retrieving a treat for his girlfriend. While waiting for the others to come, the four of you played a humble game of Truth or Dare Nothing too outlandish happened. Mostly the game was an excuse for you to get to know Liam’s girlfriend. You had only spoke to her once before, though she attended all of the rehearsals and a few concerts. She seemed nice enough. The doorbell rang yet again. “It’s open!” Louis shouted. Harry and his girlfriend strolled in. You all said hello and returned to your game. Everyone but Louis would ask general questions in the event someone chose truth. Of course, Louis being Louis, he tested everyone’s limits as much as possible.  “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?” he asked dramatically, looking at you. Louis and his theatrics… You looked around, trying to think of something witty. Shrugging, you answered. “I…love you?” “Well that’s not really a secret, now is it? Come on, out with it.” You sighed. “Um,” Then it hit you. You actually did have a secret. It wasn’t exactly a dealbreaker, but you knew how Louis would react if you told him. “I…I’m friend with Nathan Sykes…” You looked down. “Who?” Louis looked confused. “You know, from The Wanted.” His demeanor quickly changed. His eyebrows furrowed together. After the doorbell rang, he mumbled an excuse and answered the door. Niall stumbled in with his girlfriend.  The awkwardness could be cut with a knife. Once more, the doorbell let out a loud ping. Zayn walked in hand-in-hand with his girlfriend. The boys were ecstatic to see his girlfriend. For whatever reason, the boys loved her a lot. You tried not to take it personally.  You watched as they took a seat on the couch and made your way to the bathroom. For a while, the boys ran around, chasing each other. You weren’t in the room long enough to know for how long exactly, but you figured it had to have lasted for at least twenty minutes. After they tired, Liam suggested a game of Monopoly and everyone agreed. Harry and his girlfriend made their way to the kitchen, opting out of the game. Each couple sat next to each other, making the teams clear. Niall decided to be the banker, so he handed money to each team. Louis kept his distance from you. “Are you really that mad?” you whispered. He sighed and put the money in a neat stack. “No, of course not, love. I can’t tell you who to be friends with.” He pulled you closer and kissed your lips. “Now let’s kick some butt!” His childish side reappeared. You smiled, happy that your secret hadn’t ruined the night. For a while, you played a fair game. Then you noticed the extra $500 bills you received. You watched as Niall handed Louis bill after bill and laughed. Liam looked up, wondering what was so funny. He saw Niall’s hand full of paper money and scolded them for cheating. He quit, so everyone helped clean up. Zayn and his girlfriend helped clean up, too, even though they didn’t play. After that, everyone gathered to the couch, and when that was filled up, to the floor. Louis put a disk in the DVD player and sat back down. You snuggled closer to him as you watched the movie. 




Zayn, the rest of the boys greeted the two of you. They practically pulled you away from him as they gave you a group hug. Zayn simply shook his head and smiled, amused by their excitement. When they let go, Zayn gently took your hand and guided you towards the couch. You plopped down in unison. The room was filled with sounds of pattering feet, shouts, and loud music. You rested your head against Zayn’s arm, watching the four boys run around like children. You turned to Zayn with a bemused grin on your face. As he noticed, he turned to face you with the same grin. Zayn was more reserved than the others. You loved that about him. Sure, he had his hyper moments, but he was nowhere near the level of craziness the other boys were on. “Wild Ones” blasted through the room. The words hummed quietly through his lips. In the distance you heard footsteps. You looked around for a head count. Liam, Louis, and Niall were now seated on the floor with a Monopoly board in front of him. A sly grin passed Louis’ face as Niall slid a neon gold piece of paper to him. Liam took notice and shouted something inaudible, crossing his arms. “Let’s get out of here,” Zayn suggested, his warm breath suddenly on your neck.  “Is it bedtime already?” Harry stepped out from behind the couch with a cheeky smirk. You rolled your eyes and nodded at Zayn. The two of you stood and headed out the door.  You walked forward aimlessly, your steps in sync. The sudden breeze of the frigid air sent chills up your spine. Wordlessly, Zayn hung his leather jacket over your shoulders. You smiled gratefully up at him. You took in his height, realizing you weren’t nearly as tall in comparison. “Huh,” you verbalized with your lips curling into a slight smile. “What is it, boo?” Shrugging, you replied with “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something.” “Sharing is caring,” he prompted. He gazed at you for a moment, expecting an explanation.  “I mean,” you paused, unsure of how to word it. “I always thought I was fairly tall, but you, you tower over me.”  He laughed, causing a cloud of fog to trail behind.  “I think your height is cute.”  He stopped to plant his lips against your forehead.  You came to a halt, allowing him to do so. Louis’ apartment building crept into your sight. You were unaware the two of you had been walking in a circle. You approached the doors and headed inside. Zayn pressed the elevator button and waited for it to appear. When the doors opened, you stood inside of it with Zayn by your side. He began to sing the tune from earlier in a hush tone. “Hey, I heard you were a wild one, ooh!” Almost instantly, you smiled. He continued to sing while staring into your eyes, causing your cheeks to redden. The elevator ride was filled with loving stares and his voice, until a passenger entered the elevator. You pressed your tongue to your cheek, trying not to giggle. Zayn did the same, avoiding eye contact in fear of having a laughing fit. When you returned to the apartment, you joined the boys as they put a board game away. The rest of the night was spent watching a movie marathon. You sat on Zayn’s lap as the others crowded onto the couch and floor.

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