PREFERENCE TIME MY PEOPLE !! :) You give him the silent treatment: Zayn: Grumbles mixed with swear words spill from his lips as he totters along behind you, following your every step throughout the house. “You’re acting like a child," He chides disapprovingly. You don’t acknowledge his words, throwing open the pantry to grab a box of cereal. His elbows hit the island with a long thunk, chin resting on his curled fingers. “C’mon babe," He sighs, shuffling around to stand a few inches behind you. “Please talk to me. Give me a chance to explain. Stop shutting me out." Your shoulders sag, one hand gripping onto the counter, the other placing the cereal box back down. His hands slide across your hips, hot breath hitting your ear. “Will you talk to me?" Liam: "You won’t be able to hold out all day," he smirks from across the room, observing your actions. You push down the sly smile that quirks to the corner of your lips, continuing to empty the contents of the dishwasher. He hums to himself, slowly strolling across the room to where you stand. A hot flush spreads up your neck and across your cheeks, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. His presence becomes known as his hot breath fans out across your neck. hands kneading into your hip bones. Goosebumps spread across your skin, your heart hammering in your chest. His teeth graze across the sensitive spot on your neck, his low murmur sounding directly in your ear. “Ready to give up yet?" Niall: "Y/N! C’mon! Can you hear me?" Niall is standing in front of you, throwing his hands in dramatic motions in an attempt to catch your attention. You snicker, casting a sideways glance at Zayn. He simply shoots you a knowing look, shaking his head. “Hey Zayn, are you hearing this weird squeaking noise?" Another deep laugh leaves Zayn’s lips, which he quickly muffles by slapping a hand across his mouth. “It won’t stop, is there something wrong with the lights in here?" His face is suddenly inches from yours, his blue eyes darkening considerably. “Can you hear me now, Y/N?" He challenges, hands spanning out across the top of your thighs to give a gentle squeeze. Harry: "Does your throat hurt? Is something wrong?" You suppress your giggle by slapping your hand over your mouth. “Y/N? Why aren’t you talking to me? Is it something I did?" You frown, catching his sadden glance from the corner of your eye. His lean figure leans against the counter, his green eyes focusing in on the side of your face, a seemingly permanent frown etched across his lips. “You know I love you right? And I hope I’m not the one that made you upset.." You sigh , dropping the contents in your hands to throw your arms around Harry’s neck, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. He smirks into the kiss, grabbing your face to pull you back, humming softly, “I knew what you were doing, but thanks for the kiss." Louis: You link your arms tightly over you chest, glaring up at Louis from your sprawled out position on the coach. “Oh c’mon, you know I was kidding," He chuckles, standing above you with a sly smirk. “Silent treatment, ey?" He crawls onto the couch, straddling your legs. Your gaze focuses solely on the TV, yet your heart slowly begins to slide up your throat. “Hmmm," He hums, slowly beginning to crawl up your body, “How long do you plan to keep this up?" His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His lips graze across your skin, leaving several feathery kisses up your neck to your face. Two fingers slide to your cheek, tilting your head toward him. Lips hover above yours, eyes twinkling. “Give up yet?" 5+ likes for the next ones :D ~Hazzashands
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 17:46:03 +0000
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