97. #97: Your nose is red.
#97: Your nose is red.
Louis: Obviously, it's from the snow outside, and though you already had a bit of a cold from the weather, you two decided to play out in the blizzard anyways. But when you came back inside, your whole body was shaking and your nose had turned a bright red. "Oh hey, Rudolph," he said smoothly, giving you a playful grin, "Have you always been this fit?"
Niall: Though he teases you lightly about it, you have a thing to tease him about, too -- his rosy red cheeks. "Are you blushing or are you always this red?" you tease him back playfully, laughing softly when his arms came around you, his fingers tickling your ribs. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Tease me all you want, but I got you and I'll just keep tickling youuuuu."
Liam: Bundling you up with some of the quilted blankets, he sits down next to you on the sofa with a warm mug of tea in his hands. "The wind really got you," he says softly, brushing some of your hair away before pecking the tip of your nose, "I think red suits you." You just blush, the color complimenting your nose, and bury yourself into his warm shoulder.
Zayn: Also, his is the same color, the soft red contrasting perfectly with his darker, tan skin. "You're really beautiful," you blurt out of the blue, and he lowers his mug slightly from his parted lips. Yet he smiles anyways, setting the cup down before taking your face in his hands and kissing you softly, his warmth making you burn. "As are you, beautiful."
Harry: Both of you caught somewhat of a cold from the wind and snow, so you could also say that his was looking exactly like yours. Though he may be risking getting you even more sick, he cradles your cold face in his warmer hands and kisses the bridge of your nose, then the space between your brows. "Hey, you're blushing. Now we're matching even more."