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 :)


45. When you wear something that's his


  Harry: "I can't go out like this!" you exclaim. You passed out at Harry's flat last night, too drunk to drive home or even walk. And now all what you have is a crumpled club dress. "We're just going grocery shopping babe," Harry says walking into his closet laughing at your distress. "I'll find something, don't worry." It's morning, but you two have no food for breakfast and you're both starving. "Here," he says, returning from his closet with clothes. He's holding out a pair of sweats and a Jack Willis hoodie. You change into the comfy clothes without complaint, just glad you're not going to be looking like a total mess. "How do I look?" you laugh, coming out of the bathroom and spinning for Harry in the oversize clothes. "Cozy," Harry replies, pulling you into a big hug and placing a kiss on your head. "You should wear my stuff more often."  Liam: To say the least, you and Liam had quite the night yesterday. You stretch and step out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake up the peaceful Liam now sleeping under the covers. The air outside of your warm bed is cold against your skin, especially since you're practically naked. You see Liam's plaid shirt strewn on the ground from last night and quickly snatch it up, slipping it over your body. You're just about to head downstairs when you hear someone stirring behind you. You turn around and see Liam with his eyes open just the slightest. "Come back to beddd," he groans in his sleepy morning voice. "Why? I was just about to make breakfast," you giggle. "Forget breakfast, you look too amazing in that shirt to leave." You laugh and walk back into the comforters, snuggling into Liam's lean chest. "Now can I take that shirt off of you?" he asks cheekily, whispering in your hair. Niall: "Do I look badass?" you say strolling into the living room where Niall is on the couch watching tv. You're wearing one of the many snapbacks from his collection. Niall just laughs, turning his attention toward you. "Come here," he says, patting his lap. You walk over, plopping yourself down on him. "Badass, is that the look you're really going for?" Niall asks, stifling another laugh. "Yes!" you say, completely serious. "What, it's not working?" Niall wraps his arms around you tighter. "Its just that you'll always be my princess to me," he murmurs into the crook of your neck. Well you're good with that too. Zayn:  "How do you even see in these?" you wonder out loud as you stumble into the kitchen wearing Zayn's glasses. "They're just for fashion," he chuckles  looking over at you from the refrigerator. You roll your eyes playfully. "They would be." He closes the doors of the fridge, not being able to find anything to eat and walks over to you. "[Y/N] babe?" he asks now standing right in front of you. "Yeah?" you say looking up at him. "They look better on me," he says with a laugh, taking the big, black frames off your nose. You sigh. Typical Zayn. He leans in and kisses your nose but you just let out another huff. Louis: "Babe, does my hair look ok?" you ask your boyfriend while standing in front of the mirror. "For some reason it just won't corporate today," you sigh trying to smooth it down. You see Louis walking toward you in the mirror, and soon his hands are wrapped around your waist. "Well I think it looks fine, but if you want you could wear my beanie," he says taking off his navy beanie on top of your head. You look in the mirror, taking in the look. "I like it," you decide, satisfied. "Good, I love it it when you wear my stuff," Louis says, sneaking a kiss onto your neck.
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