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Harry: “It’s okay,” you whisper quietly, brushing your finger across his cheek and wiping away tears. “I hate funerals,” he replies, shaking his head and wrapping you in his arms. “Me too,” you agree, placing your hand on his cheek. “Me too.”

Louis: “I hope she’s all right, my mum…” he mumbles,…

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Harry: “Sweetheart, it’s outside, the weather won’t hurt you,” he coos softly, cuddling her against his sweater and rubbing small circles in her back. “But…but…loud,” she sniffs, covering her tiny ears and wincing at the thunder. “I’ll sing for you so you can’t hear the thunder,” he promises,…

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Anonymous asked:

Since Harry, Niall, and Liam are single I was wondering what type of person you think they would go for? (Personality wise not looks) :)

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Harry definitely would want someone fun but quiet sometimes, definitely polite, probably someone a little indie hipster also :)

Niall would definitely want a girl who knows about sports and would play FIFA with him and stuff, and also isn’t afraid to eat!

I think Liam would just generally want someone fun and a little childish, but can also handle long distance!

You didn’t ask about Louis and Zayn but may as well!

Zayn would probably wont someone very chill but also someone that cares about their appearance and puts effort into it when they need to in a sense.

Louis would definitely want someone with a good sense of humor but I feel like he’d want someone who would be his sidekick in craziness, he wouldn’t want to be overpowered?

 I dunno, just my thoughts :)

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Niall: “Stay still!” he orders, placing his right hand gently on your jaw as he carefully sketches with his pencil. “Niall, I’ve been sitting like this for an hour. I’m hungry,” you pout, watching the pencil glide across the paper. “So am I, hold on, I’m almost done.” His tongue peeks from…

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1D Preferences #647: Lip bite...

  • Harry: He piques a brow as his viridian eyes scan the abstract painting, his pearly white teeth bite down on his bottom lip, his mind lost in thought. You give his hand a squeeze and he abruptly snaps out of his trance, going from biting his lip to a bright smile when his eyes again meet yours.
  • Niall: His brows furrow as he bites his lip in concentration, his feet swiftly kick the ball and his cobalt eyes lock on the net. His body swiftly dodges the other players as he brings back his foot, kicking the ball straight through the goal. He lets out an excited cry, raising his arms in the air and running to the sidelines, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you off the ground victoriously.
  • Zayn: He gently glides the paintbrush over the canvas, his hazel eyes framed with long lashes carefully focus on the picture in front of him. He bites his lip in concentration and gently rubs his chin. He catches you watching him from the corner of his eye and smiles, winking, before turning back to his artwork, hoping to finish his painting for you.
  • Louis: He casts his gaze on the phone in his palm. His face falls and he bites down so hard on his lip you think he might draw blood. His knuckles turn white as he grips the tiny metallic device in his hand, his azure eyes dark and angry. Wordlessly, you uncurl his grip from the phone and place a hand on his shoulder, his face softening as he lets out a deep sigh.
  • Liam: You watch from the corner of the gym as he lifts the weight up and down, up and down. The veins in his biceps strain with the weight and his red tank top soaks with sweat, his muscles straining against the thin fabric. He adds ten more pounds to the dumbell and your eyes widen as he bites his lip in strain, his arms stretching to lift the weight over his head.
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1D Preferences #648: Punk direction...

  • Niall: "Shit," he groans, wincing slightly as the needle presses his skin, leaving dark ink embodied on his pale chest. "Wimp," you tease, smoothing out his hair and holding his hand as the tattoo artist inks his skin. "Not a wimp, just not used to being stabbed with a tiny needle," He bites his lip in pain as the tattoo artists finishes his masterpiece and wraps the blonde's torso in saran wrap. "So hot," you mumble onto his shoulder, gently running your fingers around his red skin. "I knew you'd love it, you've always had a thing for punks," he replies, turning around for a kiss.
  • Liam: "I can't believe you're doing this," you watch him tense his muscles and furrow his brows in pain as the artist tattoos his chest. "I've always wanted a chest tattoo, just never thought I could pull it off," he manages, his voice low with pain. "Almost done, mate," the artist mumbles, finishing off the wings with dark and small strokes. "You went from the innocent sensible one to a total tattooed bad ass, I love it," you purr, planting a kiss on his cheek.
  • Zayn: "No freaking way," your eyes widen when you realize where he was taking you--the local piercing shop. "Yup. I want to get my eyebrow pierced," he smirks, parking the car and raising a brow. "That's so hot," you admit, following him out of the car and giving his hand a squeeze. "It'll probably hurt like a bitch to get done." He shrugs and holds the door open for you, ushering you inside. "I've had nearly half my body tattooed, I think I can handle a bit of pain."
  • Harry: "A lip ring?" you question, watching wide-eyed as he walks through the door with metal glistening on his lower lip. "Really?" He nods and smiles, showing off his dimples and his new facial hardware. "It's so punk, innit?" he beams, his eyes searching for your approval. "I actually really like it...it suits you well," you admit, walking over for a closer look. "Only problem is I can't kiss you for a month while it heals," he pouts, gingerly touching his lips. "But we can...do other things..." he adds with a wink.
  • Louis: "No fucking way," you gasp, eyes wide as he steps into the flat with his hair a scarlet red. "I loved my temporary red hair for Red Nose Day charity so much so I decided to make it a bit more..." he pauses to fix his fringe. "Permanent?" You bite your lip and admire his red hair, tattooed body and Rolling Stones tank top. Punk Louis was actually a real reality...and he was all yours. "It looks amazing," you purr, running your fingers through his soft fringe. "Let's celebrate."
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