One Direction Preferences

#78: Boys Will Be Boys

Harry:

The wall behind you shook again, and you groaned with the realization of who was waking you from your much needed and well deserved rest. This was the only downfall to going on tour with your boyfriend. His mates are sometimes too wild for their own good, and you were not used to this sort of commotion. Poor Paul, bless his heart, he had to live with this. "Harry," you groaned shoving against his arm. His sleepily figure moved to hold you tighter, trying to stop your movements. "Harryyyy," you whined stretching out his name, as well as your legs. "Stop. Moving." He told you, his raspy voice sending shivers throughout your body. All you wanted to do was stop moving, curl up into his body and just breathing in his scent. "Harry, your friends are too loud," you moaned, burying your head into the crook of his neck, trying to block out the sounds. Harry finally woke up enough to notice it and when he did he groaned as well. "Why can't you tell them?" he asked, his voice laced with laughter and sleep; a deathly combination when it comes to your hormones. "Because, who's best mates are they?" He raised his head to stare at you, a smirk gracing his lips, "But you loooooovvvvveeeee me," he told you, though he was already getting out of bed. "Not that much," you mumbled, taking his abandoned pillow and pressing your face in it. "GOD, Y/N! YES!!!" A voice called through the wall making you giggle uncontrollably in the soft feathery surface. "OH HARRY! RIGHT THERE!!!" "That's it," Harry groaned, forgetting his pajama pants on the floor where they lay. He left the room in a hurry, his boxer clad bottom making you grin to yourself, "Hurry back," you called after him. You heard a low growl before he left the room, his footsteps much more hurried than before.

Niall:

"That's bullshit!" Zayn yelled, throwing the controller on the floor. In a huff he walked out of the gameroom leaving Niall and the other boys to laugh in his wake. "My tuurrrnn!" Louis sang, jumping up from beside Harry to claim Zayn's spot. Niall just nodded, starting up the game again. He played lazily, almost as if he wasn't enjoying himself, but you knew otherwise. With his body on the floor in front of the couch, his shoulders between your legs, you stroked his scalp with on hand, the other holding your phone. You knew his weakness, and to give the boys a chance, you decided to use it against him. Not that Niall minded, anytime you wanted to touch him he welcomed it, but he actually wanted to be into the game. "Babeee," he pouted pausing the game to look at you. Liam grumbled about how that was unfair, and he just got into his 'mood', causing Harry to shove his shoulder lightly. "You gonna make Niall feel the Payne?" Liam's face spun around to face an out of breath Harry, whom he soon jumped on. Louis encouraged the fight but you were to focused on Niall's blue eyes to see anything else. "Stop doing that, please," you looked at him with innocent eyes, "Doing what, darling?" your fingers continued to work their magic and Niall couldn't stop but to softly moan, "that. Stop doing that, I need to focus," Your gaze flicked to the now four boys, since Zayn came back and decided to be social again, were all discussing how out of date some jokes were. "Niall, I'm giving the boys a fair shot at beating you," you cooed, pressing your nose to his forehead, "besides, I know you love it." Niall rolled his eyes in response, giving your lips a chaste kiss before turning back to the boys. "Ready, Li?" "I'm ready to give you the Payne," he retorted, causing Harry to go into hysterics. "Not on my new carpet," you chimed in. All eyes were on you, but you just shrugged it off, continuing to stroke Niall's scalp. "We've rubbed off on her," Louis whispered, (well tried) to Zayn. Niall laughed before correcting them, "Lads, Y/N has rubbed off on us," you kissed his head as a thank you and went back to Twitter.

Liam:

"Honey, I'm home!" You looked up from the book you were reading, a puzzled frown already on your face. "Lou?" A familiar face popped into the living room, then another and another. "HI, Y/N!" They said in unison walking to the chair you were in, each pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Liam let us in," Harry explained, laughing a little at your expression. A small 'O' formed on your lips. You unfolded yourself from the chair, tossing Zayn the remote, which he and Louis were soon on the ground fighting for, and walked to the front door. As expected Niall and your boyfriend were trying to get bags of groceries inside and making a fool of themselves. "Y/N," Liam quickly moved his body to the left, catching the carton of milk against the wall before it could fall. His eyebrows shoot up to you, a silent plea for help in them. You just laughed and swiped the milk and another bag from his hands. A relieved smile replaced his thin lined lips as he kicked the door closed after Niall, "Hello, Y/N," he kissed your lips lightly, following you into the kitchen. Niall was already unloading, (and eating) the groceries, but when he saw you his hands, "It's all yours," he joked, knowing your protection of the kitchen. He started to walk out but you cleared your throat... loudly, "Hello, Niall, it's nice to see you," he chuckled more to himself than to you, but ambled over to you pressing a loud and sloppy kiss to your cheek, "Hi, mommy," You shoved his bicep away with a laugh, gently wiping off his saliva from your face. "Thanks for the warning Liam," you griped, putting the milk away. His arms wrapped around your hips, his lips under your ear, "I'm sorry, darling," The sound of glass breaking made you both wince, "I'll get it," you nodded hearing Louis' loud voice mixed with Niall's laugh, "You better be glad I love y'all," he laughed lightly before shuffling off towards the living room.

Zayn:

"Y/N!!!" You looked up from your Skype date with your best friend, angrily looking at the door. Zayn's thundering footsteps announced his presence seconds before he entered the room. He sheepishly looked at you then the computer, "Sorry, babe," "It's okay," you sighed giving Y/F/N a smile, "What's up?" Zayn looked at Y/F/N then you before muttering, "Popcorn?" "Third cabinet from the sink," He nodded and ran from the room. "I swear he'd starve without me," Y/F/N laughed and went on talking about the new boy in her life. You were just about to ask for a picture when more footsteps raced to your room. "Leave her be!" Zayn yelled after whoever was coming towards you. You sighed before giving Y/F/N a guilty smile. "Y/N," Harry panted, slamming your bedroom door behind him. "You alright, Harry?" You asked, actually worried for the young lad, "Course," he laughed, "We just need the salt," You rolled your eyes, one hand pinching the bridge of your nose, "It's on the sink, right next to the flower pot," He thanked you, throwing Y/F a wink before racing out of the room. The other boys all yelled something you didn't catch, and honestly didn't want to, but you ignored it and went back to your friend. You didn't even get comfortable before Niall burst into the room, giving you a weak smile. "Now what?" you asked, your anger showing. His cheeks turned bright red, instantly making you feel horrible, but asked "Where's the butter?" Thoroughly feed up with this you shot up from the bed, marched past Niall and straight to the kitchen. "Butter," you snapped, opening the fridge and laying the tub on the counter, "Salt," reaching for the container on the sink, "Bowls," one hand raised to the cabinet above the sink, bringing out the large popcorn bowl. Five heads all turned towards the ground, each mumbling to the other, "Anything else?" Zayn walked over to give you a quick kiss, shaking his head as a no. You turned to leave, ready to finally have a talk with your friend, when you were attacked by eight arms and four mouths, each one giving your cheek or forehead a kiss. "LOVE YOU Y/N!!!" They yelled, squeezing you as tight as they could, without killing you. "Let her go lads," Zayn laughed pulling their arms off of you and gently pushing you towards the bedroom, "Sorry love," You kissed his cheek and waved to the boys before shutting the door, FINALLY talking to Y/F. "Y/N!!!" Or so you thought.

Louis:

Cuddled up to your boyfriend is your favorite place to be. His strong arms wrapped around waist, his face nuzzled against your neck and every part of you relaxed and feeling safe. One of his hands moved from your waist to play with your hair, the other splayed against your stomach, keeping you from moving. "I love this," you mumbled, dragging your fingers up and down his arm in a soothing motion, "What love?" His voice was slightly muffled by your hair, but he couldn't be bothered to move himself at all. "Just laying here with you," you clarified, moving your feet between his at a sudden chill. You felt his chest raise and fall rapidly as he laughed, his nose burying itself deeper into your hair. "Me too, love," he responded. The peaceful silence fell over the room after that, mixed with his breathing and deep heart beat slowly sending you to sleep. "LOUIS!!!!" You shot up from the couch, accidently hitting your head on Louis then the coffee table as you feel. "Babe, you okay?" He moved from the couch to your side, gently lifting your head to examine it. Liam ran into the house, skidding to a stop when he reached the living room, seeing the scene in front of him. "Why are you here?" Louis asked over his shoulder, still raking his hand through your hair, wincing when you did. Liam just stuttered for a second, his feet shuffling in a nervous manner before finally finding his voice, "We just missed you," as if on cue, the other three boys tumbled in, each holding a bag of food. You tried smiling to each boy, but Louis moved his face in front of yours. "Hi boys," you smiled, placing a hand on Louis' face, moving it to the side gently. They each waved, though Liam still refused to look at you. In effort to make Liam feel less guilty you joked, "Louis was so scared he pushed me off the couch!" He snorted, understanding what you were doing but no liking looking like he might have hurt you. When the boys laughed, and Liam cracked a smile, you slowly sat up and with the help of Louis, you stood. Each boy gave you a hug, though Liam's was more comforting. "Well, you boys have fun," you said, kissing Louis softly before walking to the bed room to find some pain pills.