One Direction Preferences

181-Playing with Hair

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Louis: “Then you take a piece from the right,” you slowly instruct, smiling to yourself as he fumbles with strands of your hair, “and add it the left, then take a piece from the left and add it to the right” You can almost imagine the look on his face, bottom lip tucked under teeth, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted in concentration as he tries to desperately to fishtail plait your hair. You can feel his hands moving faster through your hair as he gets the hang of it, before holding his hand out for your hair tie. After fumbling a bit, he claps his hands in excitement, “I did it!” he exclaims, and you jump up from his lap, hurrying to find a mirror. “You did it! Admittedly, we need to work on using a hair tie, but it looks so good, thank you!” He grins at your words, pressing his lips to yours softly and tangling his hands into your no longer perfect fishtail. 

Harry: “Mm do that again” he hums after your fingers brush through his messy hair. His head laid in your lap, fingers typing furiously on his phone while he spoke about his day, his rambling being cut off by a soft moan as he felt your fingers run through his hair. You smiled at his request, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, which he scrunched his nose up and grinned at, before going to work on his hair. With nimble fingers, you pulled through his hair gingerly, untangling any knots that lay there, before brushing it all towards the back of his head. “That feels good” he murmurs, snuggling his back further into your lap, laying comfortable and soon enough his breathing evens out and he’s mumbling incoherent words that sound very much like your name. 

Niall: With lips heavy against your skin, his body pressed against yours as best as he can get in the backseat of his car. His hands are fumbling, hovering over your entirety, trying to decide where to start. After skimming over your hips, the bare skin of your legs, your cheeks, they finally settle in your slightly tangled hair, getting comfortable there as he pries your lips open with his. His skilled fingers twist and turn into the locks, tugging slightly, earning whimpers falling from your lips and being swallowed by his. As he pulls you up, into his lap, with lips still attached, his hands run down your hair, settling at the ends just above your bum, running through the last two inches of your hair, before hurrying up to the crown of your head as you press your hips down into his, tugging tightly there, earning a groan from both of you. 

Zayn: “Please! Please!” you cried, tugging on his wrist. He rolled his eyes playfully, biting back a smile as he finally agreed, laying his head in your lap on the bed, as you sat cross-legged and giggled giddily as you began running your fingers through his previously styled hair. He sat with a confused expression, a smile tugging at his lips in amusement as you made little braids in the strands of his hair. You chuckled silently, covering you mouth with your hand at the sight of him. “What did you do?” he asks slowly, and you giggle out a quick “nothing!” before he’s bolting up and looking for a mirror, gasping as he tries to untangle the braids sticking out over his entire head, before diving onto the bed and taking you with him. “You’re so gonna get it for that….” 

Liam: “Ow!” you squeak, feeling the tug on the left side of your head, your hand flying there unconsciously. “Sorry! Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to!” he exclaims, looking awfully guilty. “It’s fine, it’s okay” you mumble quickly. He sighs audibly, before continuing his previous actions, your eyes glued to the TV screen but you could feel his eyes on your face as he ran his fingers from root to tip of your hair. Occasionally he’d twist a strand around his large fingers, before letting it drop back into the rest of your hair. He sighed in content as he leaned down pressing his lips to your temple, brushing against the hair there. “you’ve got nice hair” he comments, “and a pretty face, and nice other things” he suggests, raising his eyebrows as you roll your eyes and sit up to be at level with him as his lips are pushed against yours.