Zayn: "Wash them now Zayn!" you yelled as he was chasing you with his hands covered in paint. "I just wanna hug you and kiss you," he laughs. "Zayn I mean it," you giggled. "Don't you wanna see what I painted on the wall today," he says rubbing his hands together. "Yes I do, but was your hands first," you demand. "Then can I get a kiss," he smirks. "All the ones you want but wash them."
Liam: You and Liam were cuddling in bed when you sprinted to the bathroom to throw up. You immediately felt his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back while he held onto your hair with the other. "Feel any better babe," he said as you cleaned your mouth. "Nope." You felt his strong arms around your body making you feel somewhat better.
Harry: "They're so tiny," he muttered taking your daughter's hands in his. His face lit up as she held tightly onto his finger with her tiny hand. "Did you see that?" he smiles showing his dimples you loved so much. "She loves you and feels protected in your hands," you giggle. Your baby girl was small but looked even smaller while Harry was carrying her for the first time.
Louis: They brought comfort to you. Whenever you were mobbed by fans he'd instantly wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Lacing his free hand with yours you gently squeezed it. "Everything's okay [Y/N]," he says pulling you even closer to his body, "I'll protect you don't worry." "I know and thank you for it," you say still frighten.
Niall: You starred at his large hands strumming the guitar. You always wanted to learn how to play it but you never got around to it. "Can you teach me how to play it?" you ask. "Yeah of course." You felt his warm hands over yours as he started showing you the chords to his favorite song. "You have nice hands," you giggled. "You do too babe," he replies.
