Preferences/Imagines w/ one direction.

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73. I feel like dancing

73# I feel like dancing

Note- danciiiiiiiiiiiiiiing in the rainnnnnnn

Zayn: Kanye West’s “Stronger” blared out of the huge stereo speakers as you angrily banged around pots and pans, stomping around your kitchen as you glared at the contents of your fridge. With a frustrated scream, you collapse in a seat, dropping your head into your hands. “Bad day?” Zayn asks, making you jump a bit when you feel his hands on you. You simply nod, sighing as he rubs your shoulders, leaning back into him. Turning around, you saw Zayn attempting to dance to the song with some “gangster” moves, making you roll your eyes. “A for effort, babe.”

Niall: ”She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear!” Niall shouts at the top of his lungs, his voice mingling with Luke’s. “And I know now that I’m so down!” you continue, your voice terrible off-key, cracking a bit at the end. Reaching a stop light, you roll down the windows, sticking your head out to look up at all of the lights. “London at night is so beautiful,” you sigh, resting your head in your arms. “Would you wanna run away too? ‘Cause all I really want is you!” Niall exclaims, pointing at you as he dances in his seat while you jam out right beside him.

Liam: ”Wh-what are you doing?” Liam gasps, your hands on his shoulders as you pressed your body up against his. “Dancing, what’s it look like?” you tease, winking at him before grinding your hips to his, making him tilt his head back and shut his eyes in complete bliss. “C’mon baby, talk dirty to me,” you whisper, gently biting down on his ear. “Mmm,” he hums, your lips trailing kisses down his jaw as he tried to pull you even closer to him. “Gonna fuck you so hard tonight. You’ll be screaming my name and begging for more by the time I’m finished with you.”

Louis: “Care to dance?” Louis smirks, holding his hand out to you challengingly. You were’t one to do things like this; trips to the beach at 3am, bowling on Tuesday nights, or dance in the middle of the street in broad daylight. But there was something about Louis that brought out this carefree attitude in you. So, blushing, you take his hand and let him lead you out into the middle of the deserted street, resting your head against his chest as you slowly circled around. “Why are we even doing this?” you mutter, his chest vibrating as he chuckled. “I’m just trying to be romantic, love.”

Harry: “Dance with me?” Harry mumbles, his chair scraping against the floor as he offers you his hand with a small smile. With a nod, you take his hand as he leads you to the empty space in your living room, his hands landing on your waist as you circle your arms around his neck. The two of you gently sway back and forth, The 1975’s “Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You” softly trickling through the speakers as Harry quietly sings along in your ear. Everything around you was quiet, all you could hear was Harry’s heartbeat and his voice; it was just perfect.

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