#liam preferences

Part One

“I can’t believe I let you guys talk me into playing this game again,” Louis says, sinking down into one of the vacant chairs surrounding the table.

“Come on, you know you had so much fun the last time,” you say.

“I had a hotdog and mayo smoothie, in what universe is that fun?” Louis says.

“In every universe that involves me entertaining my adult boyfriend because he got bored and wouldn’t stop bothering me like an incessant toddler,” you say.

Liam kisses your cheek, “I love you.”

“You better,” you say.

He takes a seat in the chair next to yours as the rest of the boys take a seat around the table too.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Harry says.

“You are way too enthusiastic about this game, mate. Do you remember the dog food potatoes?” Louis asks.

Harry laughs, “I do, but I’m also ready to hear some dark and dirty secrets.”

“I’m spilling my guts. I’ve already decided, no matter the question...I’m telling everything. I hope you guys have made your peace with whoever you need to because none of your secrets are safe,” Niall says.

You laugh, “well, we know how easy it is to get Niall to talk should we ever need to interrogate him...everyone ready?”

“Yep,” Liam says.

“Not in the least, but let’s do this,” Louis says.

“Bring it on,” Harry says.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” you ask.

“Let’s just get this out of the way,” Niall says.

“Alright, Nialler. Truth or dare?” you ask.

“Um...let’s go with truth,” Niall says.

“Let’s see...have you every hooked up with one of the boys’ exes?” you ask.

Niall’s eyes go wide and you laugh.

“You have!”

“What the hell, Niall?” Louis asks.

“Um...” Niall starts.

“Was it Taylor? Oh, or Eleanor?” you ask.

“Uh...”

“You have to tell us,” Liam says.

“Yeah, mate. You can’t keep that kind of thing a secret,” Louis says.

"I can't...I can't tell you guys. I promised I wouldn't say anything after it happened," Niall says.

"Come on, who was it Niall?" you ask.

Niall shakes his head, biting his lip.

"If you're not going to answer then it's time to fill your guts, Niall" you say.

Niall looks down at the plate in front of him before taking a deep breath.

"Alright...it was..."

He shakes his head again, "fuck."

He grabs a spoon before putting a giant spoonful in his mouth. His face is calm for a minute like he's enjoying himself until all the color drains from his face and he runs to the sink.

"What the hell is that?" he asks.

"Pickle juice, hot dog water, and habanero pepper jello," you say.

"Oh, that's disgusting," Louis says.

"Yep," you say, popping the p.

Niall returns to his seat and downs some more water before turning towards Liam.

"Truth or dare, Liam."

Liam is silent for a minute before taking a deep breath, "truth."

"Have you ever thought about hooking up with one of Y/n's friends? And if so which one and when?" 

You turn your head towards Liam before lifting an eyebrow. He nervously fidgets in his chair.

"Liam James Payne!" you exclaim.

"It was one time, and I was really drunk," he says.

"When was this?" you ask.

"Yourbirthdayparty," he quickly, mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we heard that," Niall says.

"Y/n's birthday party," Liam says.

"My birth...you fantasized about someone else on my birthday?" you ask.

"I was drunk, and I haven't thought about it since," Liam says.

"But you still thought it," you say.

"Love..."

"Who was it? Was it Y/b/f/n?"

"Y/n..."

"It was wasn't it?" you ask.

"Love..."

"I can't believe this. You fantasized about someone else on my..."

Liam cuts you off with a kiss on the lips.

"It was a one-time thing and I have not thought about it since. We had just started dating. It has also never happened again, nor will it ever happen again. She's like a sister to me, you have nothing to worry about. Let it go."

"Fine," you mumble against his lips.

"Well, that was unexpected," Harry says.

"You're telling me," you say.

"It's your turn to ask Liam," Harry says.

Liam nods, "Louis...truth or dare?"

Louis shakes his head, "I can't believe I'm letting this happen again. What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I agree to play this game again?"

"Lou, truth or dare?"

Louis groans, "dare."

"I dare you to lick the toilet seat," Liam says.

Louis's eyes go wide, "nope. Not doing it...bring on the gross food."

You push a plate towards Louis, "are you sure, Louis? Because this one is particularly nasty."

"Yep, I am not licking a toilet seat. That is a line I can't cross."

"Okay," you say, shrugging.

Louis grabs a spoonful of the food in front of him and takes a deep breath before plunging it into his mouth.

"So, how's it tastes?" Liam asks.

Louis shakes his head, "mmhmm, mmhmm."

He immediately gets up and runs to the sink, throwing up and rinsing his mouth out.

"I take it that the food was not good?" Liam asks.

"I will never get the taste out of my mouth. What was that?" Louis says, drinking some more water.

"Vanilla ice cream, clam sauce, sardine chunks, and whipped cream," you say.

A/n: And another request filled! Happy reading!

You’ve heard of Christmas in July, but this was just ridiculous. Your best friend and roommate, in order to cheer everyone up, decided that it would be a good idea to throw a Christmas party in the middle of August.

“You do know the saying is Christmas in July, right?” you ask as you put up another string of lights.

“I know, but who says it can’t be in August. Besides, it’s not the weirdest thing that has happened,” she says.

“True, I just can’t believe you convinced me to help you with this. Also, who the hell is going to come to a Christmas party in the middle of August?” you ask.

“Plenty of people. I already have an RSVP list of about 10 people and Liam even agreed to make an appearance,” she says, side-eyeing you.

You almost fall off the chair you’re standing on. You’ve had a crush on Liam since before you can remember, a fact that he was well aware of. About a year ago, the two of you decided to give dating a shot but it didn’t work out. Now, you were in some weird sort of limbo where the two of you are trying to figure out what you are to each other.

“Liam’s coming?” you ask.

“Yep, I invited him personally. At first, he said that he didn’t think he could make it but after I told him you were coming, he changed his story.”

“You told him that I was coming?” you say.

“Yep. The two of you need to figure out whatever the hell is going on between you. Are the two of you going to try dating again or are you just friends?”

“We already tried dating and it didn’t work out.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t work out because he was super busy with his solo career. Things have calmed down now and we both know that the two of you clearly still have feelings for each other.”

“Clearly?”

“Come on, Y/n! The guy never shuts up about you, he constantly asks about you. I feel bad for the guy because all you do is avoid him when he’s trying to get close to you again.”

“It’s awkward. He’s seen me half naked and stuff, you can’t look at someone the same after they’ve seen your bits and pieces,” you say.

“Well, tonight you’re not going to have a choice. He’s coming and you are not going to pull that I have an early morning, so I better go crap. You’re staying the whole night even if I have to handcuff you to one of the chairs,” she says.

You roll your eyes as you finish hanging up the last string of lights, “fine. But I can’t promise that I’m going to be a social butterfly.”

“As long as you try, now go get change everyone’s supposed to get here at five.”

Mumbling under your breath, you head to your room to get ready for the party.

A Few Hours Later…

    The party is in full swing and has been for about two hours. You’re hiding in the corner, barefoot and nursing a beer while trying to avoid any interaction with Liam. He showed up about an hour into the party and you made it your personal mission to remain as far away from him as possible against your best friend’s wishes. You’re so lost in thought though, that you don’t notice that Liam has somehow managed to sneak up behind you.

“Great party.”

You jump almost spilling your beer into your lap.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says.

He comes around and takes the seat next to you before taking a drink of his beer. He sits next to you silently for a minute before sighing and running a hand through his hair. Leaning forward, he looks down at the beer bottle in his hand and begins peeling the paper off of it before he speaks.

“I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We used to be really good friends,” he says.

“We still are,” you say.

“Are we? Because from where I’m sitting, you spend most of the time pretending I don’t exist,” he says.

“What do you want me to say, Liam? I like you, but we already tried the whole dating thing. It didn’t work, remember?”

“That was before, we could try again. Things in my life have calmed down.”

“Liam…”

“Before you say no, just think about it. We were good together, Y/n. We could be good again.”

You’re silent and he gets up, “just think about it.”

So, for the next few hours, that’s what you do…think about it. A part of you knows that Liam has a valid point, the two of you were really good together. In fact, you were the happiest you had been in a long time when you were with him. However, the other part of you is worried that history will just repeat itself. That the two of you will start dating, life will pick up again, and suddenly you won’t have time for one another just like before. You really want to believe Liam when he says that things would be different this time around. Maybe the two of you could make it work. It might take a little extra effort with both of you putting in the work to make time for each other, but isn’t that how relationships work when you care about someone? You make time for them. With your mind made up, you go to find Liam. He’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen, talking to an old friend.

“Liam?”

When he hears your voice he turns around and you quickly press a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you closer, his hands coming up to cup your face. After a minute, you pull away.

“Not that I mind, but what was that for?” he asks.

You put up above you, where mistletoe is hanging.

“Mistletoe,” you say.

“Was that the only reason you kissed me or…”

“I also want to try again. That is, if you still want to,” you say.

He smiles before pressing another kiss to your lips, “I absolutely want to.”

- Belle x :)

To Let Go (Liam Payne)

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“Waste The Night” by 5 Seconds of Summer

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 You liked keeping things in order and making sure things go as planned. Who doesn’t? It’s been always the sure way for things to go smoothly, without any problem. Nobody has minded your over-planning and everyone thinks it’s nice that someone like you would go all the way to plan on something.

Everyone except your best friend, Liam Payne. Yes, Liam Payne who is ¼ of One Direction (it somehow still hurts thinking of it that way) and who is currently sprawled on his stomach on your flat’s crocheted carpet, colouring pictures on the colouring book you gave to him as presents, which he had received just earlier.

He can be such a child sometimes.

But back to his disagreement on your plans: Liam has never been the one who’s up for your plans. Sure, they also do planning on their tours but he’s never liked it when you overhaul yourself on thinking what you should do instead when something doesn’t go right. He believes in going through the flow — which also explains why he and his bandmates spend half the time falling on stage and getting memorable GIFs from delighted fans.

“I told you,” he says as he’s colouring. “Don’t overthink it so much. Everything will be fine.”

“Everything needs to be perfect, Liam.”

He pauses from his work, turns to his back and looks at you from the floor as your sitting on the couch. “You don’t need to get so pressured, Y/N,” he assures you. “Perfect moments aren’t actually planned, you know. They need to happen themselves.”

“Please reserve your philosophy some other time.”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” he continues. “If you’re going to overdo it, you’re going to burst an artery any time. And I don’t want my best friend to die.”

You sighed.

You’ve been tasked once again with planning the Christmas party this year, which was going to be held in his flat. The two of you should’ve been in his flat planning, but Liam has been adamant on staying in your flat’s floor. (It’s probably because of the colouring books you gave him.)

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 “So . . .” Liam drawls, sounding a bit mocking.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, punching his huge bicep (which he probably didn’t feel).

As it turns out, nobody came to the Christmas party. Your families couldn’t make it because of the snowstorm that suddenly decided it would be the best thing to happen during Christmas. They couldn’t come in the evening either, because they were all busy hosting their own Christmas parties back home. Instead, you have Skyped them earlier with Liam.

“It would be the worst time to say, ‘I told you so’, innit?” he asked.

You snorted unattractively, to which Liam only laughed at. You climbed down from your seat, preparing to take off your ugly Christmas jumper once you got back to your own flat.

“Hey, where are you going?” he suddenly called as you walk towards the front door.

You turn to him, pausing in your steps. “Back to my place to get rid of this horrible jumper,” you replied.

“Yeah? And then what?”

“And then binge watch Christmas specials and drown myself in self-pity. Do you want to join?”

Liam frowns at you, like he’s thoroughly done with all your bullshit. You only rolled your eyes at him and proceeded on to twisting the doorknob, but not before you almost jump a foot in the air at Liam’s sudden exclamation.

“WAIT! Wait!” he says, rushing to get to your side as you clutched your chest from the surprise. This time, he’s the one who’s twisting the doorknob and opening the door. “Come with me,” he said, taking your hand as the two of you get out and he closes the door.

“What —”

“Hush! No talking!”

That made you roll your eyes again at him.

And then you found yourself sitting at the front passenger seat, as he straps himself in on the driver’s seat. (“Strap in your seatbelt, Y/N. Nobody wants to die on Christmas day.”)

“Where the hell are we going?”

“Well,” he says, “since you’re so tense about the Christmas party preparation which ended to nothing since nobody came, and things quickly escalated to you drowning in self-pity — which does not sound like a good thing, by the way —, we are going on an adventure.”

“Adventure.”

He beams at you as he turns on his car. “Adventure.”

“An adventure in the middle of snow-covered streets where you could die easily even if you’re wearing seatbelts.”

“Oh, hush, Y/N. Don’t kill the fun. We will be on an adventure in the road to self-discovery and letting go.”

“We’re nearly in our mid-twenties, Payne; have you been reading too many YA fictions again?”

He ignored your question as you went downtown. “Then just letting go it is,” he says. He briefly looks at you with a smile before looking back on the road. “Which is something you are in desperate need of.”

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 “First, find something new.”

“Oh my God, Liam — don’t put it so close to my face — what the — LIAM! NO—”

“Come back, Y/N — hey — hey — it’s not going to jump at you when it’s already barbecued —”

“I wasn’t asking for any weird exotic food as for your meaning on finding something new, Liam — AAH! Don’t you —”

“Come on!”

“Why don’t you eat the poor frog yourself first? Liam! Don’t!”

 “Second, release attachment.”

“Don’t you dare, Liam Payne. Don’t you —”

“Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky! Let it go, let it —”

“Would you shut the fucking hell up —”

“Y/N, the amount of cardigans you own are completely unnecessary. I’m pretty sure there are kids in Canada who will be more thankful for the added warmth.”

“Are you underestimating the cold here in London?”

“No. But I’m pretty sure Canada has harsher winters than we do.”

“Do I really have to do this?”

“Don’t you wanna let go?”

“Actually, aren’t you the one who initiated this idea without any of my permis —”

“HUSH! You need to do this.”

“You’re making me feel pressured. That’s not a sign of a good friendship.”

“Think of all the kids in Canada.”

 “Third, empower your thoughts and do not limit yourself.”

“Um.”

“Yea?”

“I think this is the wrong room for the seminar.”

“I thought so too, let’s go.”

 “Fourth, embrace your flaws and allow yourself to be perfectly imperfect.”

“I’m now sure you got that off Google.”

“Ouch, Y/N. Don’t you have some faith in good ol’ Lima Bean?”

“No, since you just changed your name into a plant’s. I don’t know anyone named Lima Bean.”

“Y/N. You’re killing me right here, you know?”

You only laughed at him. You saw him trying to be mad at you but could no longer refrain his own laughter. He takes your hand again, cutting you off, and dashes madly towards back inside his car.

“I know someplace we could go,” Liam says excitedly, “which is perfect for that.”

A little while later, you find yourselves at the top of a building, shivering cold.

“We’re going to turn into snow-people up here, Liam,” you said, crossing your arms and hugging them close to your chest to keep the warmth.

He pulls you in a hug, resting his chin on your head. “How about that?” he asks you quietly, almost in a whisper.

The two of you become quiet, strangely for the first time in your friendship. There had always been so much talking whenever the two of you were together, and this was out of the norm. But it wasn’t uncomfortable or anything . . . . It actually felt nice. And his body warmth was nice too, making you snuggle even more to his chest. You could feel his chuckle reverberate in his chest.

“I wanted to let go of something too,” he abruptly says, his voice completely serious.

“What’s that?”

Liam doesn’t answer and only hugs you closer.

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Here’s a Liam imagine for you guys! I hope you like it.All the love -Jess

Twelve Hours: Liam

Twelve hours...that’s how long you were going to be on the plane. Twelve flipping hours, luckily though you had something to keep your busy and that was your writing. You had just boarded the plane and had settled in, your laptop booting up so you could do some writing for your latest Liam Payne fanfiction. You were so absorbed in writing that you didn’t notice when a person sat down in the seat next to you. That was until they chuckled and cleared their throat before speaking to you.

“I don’t think Liam would be like that,” the voice says.

If there was one thing you hated more than anything else it was people telling you how your characters would be. Granted Liam wasn’t a character since he was a real person, but you still didn’t like it when people told you how to write about him.

“Oh yeah, and what makes you such an expert on all thing Li….”

You freeze, the rest of your sentence lodged somewhere in your throat. Sitting beside you was the man himself...Liam Payne. He chuckles at your reaction to finding him sitting next to you and nods towards your computer.

“I would like to think that I know him pretty well,” he says.

You clear your throat and move your bangs out of your face.

“Sorry about that, I kind of get defensive about my writing,” you say.

He holds up his hands in surrender, “don’t worry about it. I’m the say way about songs I write.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yep, now I’m going to assume you already know who I am since you’re graciously writing a story about me. I, however, don’t know who you are” he says.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you say.

“Nice to meet you Y/n, now about your story….”

You and Liam spend the next twelve hours writing and rewriting your fanfiction. You also laughed and shared crazy stories about your families and friends. By the end of the flight, you and Liam knew just about everything there was to know about each other. He helped you grab your bags from the overhead and walked out of the gate with you.

“Well this is my stop,” you say. “Thanks for all your help Liam, I think that was the first time I’ve actually enjoyed my flight home,” you say.

“No problem, I think I actually enjoyed our flight more too,” he says.

You laugh and he smiles, “Well I see you around Payne.”

He nods and you walk away in the opposite direction from where he was going.

A Few Weeks Later…

You had been on his mind non-stop since the day he met you. At first, he thought it was just because he had enjoyed his flight, but then he realized that it was because he had started to like you. He spent the next few days beating himself up over the fact that he hadn’t thought to ask for your number. He spent countless hours trying to find you on the internet only to come up with nothing since you hadn’t posted the story yet. It was his last day home and he was on his way to the airport, he had found his seat when he couldn’t believe his eyes it was you!

“Well this is familiar,” you say a smile playing on your lips.

“Small world huh?” he says laughing.

“Apparently, I can’t believe we got seats next to each other again,” you say.

“I can, fate has a funny way of working out like that,” he says sitting down in the seat next to you.

“Fate? That’s what we’re going to call this?”

“Yep, because I haven’t been able to get you out of my head and I’ve been beating myself up for not asking for your number. So this is fate’s way of giving me another shot at it” he says.

“Really?” you ask.

“Really,” he says handing you his phone.

You look at the phone in his hand before shrugging and grabbing it to enter your number in.

“I don’t want to get in the way of fate,” you say handing his phone back to him.

Sorry for not posting in so long guys, I had a severe case of writer’s block. But I’m back in action now, if any of you watch Scandal then this might seem a little familiar. Anyway I hope you all like it...request are open! Oh and Happy Father’s Day!-Jess

Earn Me: Liam

“Is he in here?” you ask before grabbing the door handle.

“Yes, but he’s busy. You can’t just….”

You walk into his dressing room just as he hanging up the phone.

“What?” you ask.

“Hey y/n, care to sit down?” he asks.

“No, because I’m not staying.  Now what do you want?” you say the irritation evident in your voice.

“You, just like always. Sit down” he says.

“No” you say.

“Sit down!” he yells.

“No, you do not get to summon me because you all of the sudden miss me!” you yell turning away.

“Don’t walk away from me” he says.

“I can and I will walk away from you Liam because this is OVER! I have people who depend on me to do my job! And my job is not to be at your every beck and call. I am not some toy you can just pick up and play with whenever you get lonely or bored. I am not the girl that gets the guy at the end of the movie. If you want me, show me. Earn me! Because otherwise this is a waste of your time and of mine” you say walking out.

The Next Day…

You sit on your couch, mindlessly watching t.v until there’s a knock on the door. You pull it open to reveal Liam.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I’m earning you” he says.

“What?”

“You complete me y/n, you’re everything. Everything I am, everything I will be, it’s all you. All of it, I can’t breath without you. You ruined me because I can’t seem to let you go so I’m going to sit here for the next…” he glances down at his watch.

“15 minutes and watch as time runs out” he says sitting down.

“Runs out for what?” you ask.

“My contract, the boys and I are supposed to sign another contract so we stay on the label for another year. But this time I’m choosing you, you said to earn you. To show you that I want you, well this is me showing it” he says.

“You can’t…”

“I can and I am, I’m going to sit here and watch as my career ends” Liam says.

“Liam, this is ridiculous” you say.

“Is it? Because if it is just say so. If you don’t love me anymore than say the word and I’ll go down there and sign another contract. But if you do...if you even think that there’s a slight chance that you still love me then sit down and watch me earn you.”

You stand there frozen before sitting down in the chair across from him. You both sit there in silence as time ticks away minute by minute. His eyes never leave your face and you give him a small smile before focusing your attention back on the clock.  Then the clock struck eight, time was up. Just like that Liam’s whole career had come to an end, he had chosen you. He picked you over his career, he picked you over all the fans, the music, the fame. He picked you…

“Time's up” he says.

You sit there in silence still unable to believe that he had just let his career go down the drain.

“Y/n” he says walking over to you.

He kneels down in front of you and takes your face in his hands.

“I choose you” he whispers just loud enough for you to here.

“I can’t…”

“Just say the word love, say it and I’ll walk out that door and you never have to see me again if that’s what you want” he says.

You sit there for a few minutes, your thoughts racing before finally settling on one thing….then you lean forward and press your lips to his.

Okay so this one is on the sadder side of things but I hope you all like it. Anyway remember request are open and you can shoot me ideas for my next imagine if you want.  Oh and also I’ll post up his letter to the guys.Jess

His Letter To You After He Dies: Liam

You run your hands through your hair rinsing out the shampoo, you freeze as you smell it. His smell, what he always smelled like whenever you went to hug him and the tears started free-falling from your eyes as you slide to the floor of the shower. You didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t breath. All you could think about was that he was gone, the love of you life was gone. He wasn’t going to walk through the bathroom door and ask if he could join you. He wasn’t going to sneak a peek at you getting dressed when you told him to turn around and not look. He wasn’t going to come home from work and ask you how your days was because he was gone. You sit in the shower for hours, not moving. The tears falling from your eyes like waterfalls as you curl into yourself. You finally emerge from the shower once the water has gotten so cold you could barely stand it and slip on one of his shirts that still smelled like him. You walk over to the dresser and pull out the envelope with your name on it. The last time Liam had ever told you he loved you was in this envelope, you pull out the tear-stained letter and begin to read.

Y/n,

The doctors say that I don’t have long because of the accident so by the time you read this it will be too late for me. I need you to know something, something that I have never been more sure about….I love you. I know that seems like it’s a lie because if I loved you I would still be here. But it’s true, I love you y/n, I always have and I always will no matter what happens and I need you to know that. You have made me the happiest man alive and I couldn’t ask for a greater gift. I love you with every last breath in my body, you are and will always be my heart, my soul, my all. You’re my better half y/n, the only reason I am the man I am today is because of you. So I thank you for that love, I thank you for giving me the best four years of my life even it is being cut short. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in the journey that is life..

Love forever and always,

Liam

Harry Styles

“Baby, hurry up! You take forever!” Harry called up the stairs of your home, his voice echoing around the large building, his voice bouncing in the atmosphere. “Hold on, hold on… I can’t find my phone!” You cried back, hearing his chuckle from downstairs. “Sweetheart, it’s down here. Now, come down these steps and let’s go. We need to be there on time, to pick the best pumpkins” Harry called, as you walked down the stairs, dressed warmly for the cold, fresh air outside in London.

“Well, don’t you look all cosy?” He asked, as he passed your phone to you, watching you slide it into your front trouser pocket. “Your jumper is the only thing that can keep me warm on a day like that…” You sighed, looking out the window to see dull clouds in the sky. “Hmm… I suppose. But I could have kept you warm!” He whined, as you poked his shoulder playfully. “Come on, you big baby. Let’s go” You grinned, taking his beanie from his head. “Hey! You messed my hair now!” He whined, as he ran a hand through his long curls, holding it in a bun at the back of his head.

“You know… I love it when you wear your hair up” You smirked, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to level with yours. “Oh, do you now?” He asked, his minty breath fanning your face. “I do… You should wear it up more often” You grinned, as he placed a kiss to your nose. “Come on, let’s go” He grinned, as he laced your fingers together.

“So, I was thinking…” Harry started, as your hands swung between the two of you, the gate for the pumpkin patch coming into sight. “We could get 2 pumpkins. One large one and one small one” He smiled, as you looked up at him, a confused look on his face. “What?” You asked, as he chuckled lightly. “The large one could be me, and the small one could be you… Like, couples pumpkins. You know, we could put our faces in them, or our names…” He suggested, as the two of you walked under the sign, and into the pumpkin patch. “I like that idea… I never knew you had such creative ideas in here” You giggled, tapping his head cheekily. “Oh, haha. That wasn’t funny” He said sarcastically, placing a kiss to your head. “Come on… Then, we can go to the coffee shop and get you a coffee” He smiled, as he set off down the lanes of pumpkins.

“Oooh, this one is good, Haz!” You called from one side of the pumpkin patch field, your gaze focused on one large pumpkin on the ground. “I have a good one for you…” He smirked, as he picked up a small baby pumpkin, and showing you. “Harold! I am not small… I’m nearly as tall as you” You cried, as an elderly couple walked behind you, their grandchildren toddling in front. “I’m joking, baby. I’m kidding. I have a good one, I promise” He said, as he picked up a fairly normal sized pumpkin, for you. He walked over to you, the pumpkin sat under his arm. “Oh, that’s a nice one. Good spot, baby” He mumbled, as he placed the pumpkin from his arm on the floor. “Thank you…” You grinned, proudly. “I deserve a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and a slice of carrot cake for that, I think” You smirked, as he turned to look at you. “Don’t push it…” He said, as he lifted the large pumpkin up.

“Well, that was a walk and a half… How was your first pumpkin picking?” He asked, as you snuggled deeper into his side, your coffee mug in your hands. “It was wonderful, thanks to the man who took me” You smiled, as you looked up, eyes connecting. “You’re welcome… Now open” He whispered, as he held the fork to your lips, crumbs falling from the carrot cake, and onto the plate in his hand. “This is incredible cake” You said, chewing softly on the moist, fluffy material.

“I could make this…” He muttered, as you took a sip. “Or, we can both make Pumpkin Pie later on, when we finish carving these things” He said, kicking the orange fruit by his feet. “Sounds like a plan” You smiled, patting his thigh gently.

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Louis Tomlinson

“(Y/N)! We’ve missed you!” You heard two voices call, as you turned from your spot in the kitchen, to see two young girls dressed completely different to the other. “Hello girls! I’ve missed you too! Don’t you look fabulous in your outfits?” You grinned, as Phoebe did a small twirl, her witches dress flaring out. “Where’s your mum? And Dan? And your sisters?” You asked, as Johannah stepped into the kitchen. “Hello, sweetpea! You’ve definitely become the best decorated house on the street!” She said, as she took you up into her arms, being careful of your hair, which was back-combed and sprayed to make it look like cobwebs had been made in your hair. “Well, you can thank Louis for that. He wanted to be the best decorated house this year… He went full out this morning” You giggled, as Louis stepped into the kitchen, dressed in his rockstar costume, with a star painted on his eye.

“I’m proud of this, thank you very much. My lovely missus here decorated the inside, and I did the outside. Quite impressive actually” He smiled, as he walked over to you, placing a kiss to your temple. A scream from one of the girls was soon heard in the house, a door slamming and footsteps running into the kitchen. “I suppose that Zombie sitting on the toilet was Louis’ idea!?” Felicite asked, a hand on her chest. “Sorry… It worked thought!” Louis laughed, as his sister smacked his arm. “Not funny, at all, Louis! I nearly died!” She cried, a laugh escaping her lips. “Where’s Lottie?” You asked, as Johannah peeked around the door, looking into the sitting room.

“She’s in here, finishing off her make-up. She’s done everyone’s today… Very talented little lady we have here” Johannah said, as you opened the kitchen door wider, looking into the room. “Oh, wow… You look incredible, Lottie!” You giggled, as she turned around, her hair in pigtails above her ears, pom-poms sat on the coffee table, and a dress on her body with blood and scars. “Say, I had to look awesome if we were coming to a party like this!” She smiled, as she walked up to Louis and hugged him tightly. “And here we have… An octopus and a spider” You heard Dan say, as he walked into the house, kicking the door shut behind him. “Oh my goodness… That is adorable!” You squealed, as Dan placed the twins on the floor by the sofa, the hands clapping with delight. “Dan’s idea for the octopus” Johannah said, as Louis laughed. “Are we going to get this party started or not!?” Felicite asked, as she turned the stereo on, music blasting around the house.

The party was in full swing, Louis’ family all enjoying the small nibbles, games and films playing on the TV. “I think we’ve aced this… We should definitely through a large one next year. Have all the boys over, your family, their families, my family… We could definitely pull off party of the year” Louis grinned, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “Oh, I have the best costumes for next year!” He grinned, as you looked up, a smile on your face. “Zombie bride and groom… What an idea!” He grinned, as you laughed softly. “Sounds like a great idea…” You whispered, as you watched Doris and Ernest shuffle along the floor, the homemade legs dragging along the carpet. “Come here, you little spider!” Louis grinned, as he picked Ernest up, watching as Dan picked up Doris. “Aren’t you a scary looking spider? Did Lottie do your face?” Louis asked, as Ernest giggled and patted Louis’ face. “She did, didn’t she? She’s a clever sister, isn’t she?” Louis grinned, as he looked over to his sisters dancing like crazy in the corner.

“Hey, girls? Do you want to play a game?” Louis asked, as they walked over, crowding around him. “What game?” Felicite asked, as you stood up. “Come with me, and we’ll show you” You grinned, as you walked into the kitchen, seeing Johannah sat at the table with Dan, who had Doris on his lap. “Ooh, hello. What are you up too now?” Dan asked, as you smiled cheekily, walking over to the fridge, pulling out 3 bowls of jelly. “I have a game for us to play” You smiled, as Louis took a bowl from you. “There are bugs in here, yeah? You have to get them out, and the first one to get all of them out, wins this” Louis grinned, as he held up a bag of chocolate coins. “Okay, that sounds easy” Lottie grinned, as Louis smirked. “There’s a twist… You can’t use your hands. Only your face” He grinned, as Lottie’s face dropped. “But… My hair” She whispered, as you giggled softly. “You can wash it straight away… I promise” You smiled, as Louis split the kids into three teams. “Right, Lottie and Fizzy are the green team, Phoebe and Daisy are the orange team, and me and (Y/N) are the red team” He said, as you grinned cheekily.

“Okay, and three, two, one, go!” Johannah said, as you stuck your face into the jelly, Lottie and Phoebe doing the same. “Messy, or what?” Dan asked, as Louis laughed. “Come on, babe!” He cheered, as you pulled out a bug from the bottom of the bowl. “This is icky, Tommo! Why did you come up with this!?” You cried, as he pushed your head into the jelly. “Eugh!” You squealed, before digging around in the mush. Lottie soon had all of the bugs from the jelly, ending the game, all three of you with jelly covered faces. “You look gorgeous, girls!” Johannah laughed, as she took a quick photo. “So beautiful…” Louis whispered in your ear, as you turned around, placing a kiss on his lips, making sure your rub your face with his, a giggle and a laugh coming from the two of you.

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Liam Payne

“Hello there, Batman” You giggled, walking into the bedroom, seeing Liam sliding into his Batman costume. “Hello, Robin… My gorgeous sidekick” He smirked, as he looked up, seeing you dressed in your Robin costume. The green skirt barely covering your thighs, the tight black top adorning your body. “I don’t know, Liam…” You sighed, as you looked in the mirror at your outfit. “What’s wrong?” He asked, as he walked over, kicking off the outfit from his ankles. His boxers hanging on his hips. “Liam, I feel exposed…” You mumbled, pulling the top up your chest, trying to cover as much cleavage as possible. “You look wonderful, baby… I promise you” He whispered, kissing the shell of your ear showing from your hair.

“Liam, I don’t know…” You muttered, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Baby, you look wonderful. I promise you” Liam said, as you looked up. “I think I got the wrong size, Liam… The skirt barely covers my legs” You sighed, as he looked down at your legs, his eyes lingering. “Liam…” You warned, as he lifted his head up, a blush on his cheeks. “Sorry… You look incredible. Please, baby. Don’t leave Batman to be alone, he needs his trusty sidekick” He said, as you sighed. “Fine, fine… If I want to come home, we can come home, yeah?” You asked, as he nodded. “Of course. Of course. To be completely honest, I don’t really want to go out tonight. I was looking forward to a nice little cuddle, watching a movie, and answering to little kids” Liam admitted, as you sighed.

“Can’t we stay home?” You asked, as he shook his head. “I promised Tom and Andy that we’d go” He admitted, as you groaned, turning around, and resting your forehead against his chest. “Come on, we need to do your face” He said, as you hissed. “I don’t want too” You whined, as he chuckled. “Come on, you need to do mine” He said, as you groaned. “Hurry up and get dressed then” You sighed, smiling up at him.

“So, you just want the bottom half of your face black?” You asked, a plastic plate of face-paint in your hand. “Why not just wear a mask? You got a mask with the costume, didn’t you?” You asked, as he nodded, from his seat on the toilet lid. “I want my face done… Or, you could just past his eye mask over my face? Of maybe the batman sign! Oh, do that!” He grinned, like a child at Christmas. “Okay, okay. Calm down” You giggled, as you grabbed your black make-up pencil, drawing an outline over his face. “Like that, yeah?” You asked, placing the lid on, as he looked in the mirror. “Yeah, looks good. Have you been taking tips from Zayn?” He asked, chuckling lightly. “Nope, I did art as a GCSE, did I not tell you?” You smiled, dabbing the sponge into the black paint.

“Well, I think we look pretty fantastic” Liam grinned, as he went to take a photo of the both of you for Instagram. “We do, don’t we? I’m warming up to my outfit” You grinned, as he snapped a photo, his lips on your cheek. “Let’s get going. Tom and Andy are waiting in the taxi downstairs” Liam said, as he slipped his phone into your bag. “Come on then, you party animal” You giggled, following him out the room, and down the stairs. “Have you got everything? Money? Phone?” You asked, as he nodded. “I do, I packed it all when you were in the shower earlier” He said, as you nodded. “Right, let’s go then. We’re ready to party” You grinned, as he took your hand, leading you out of the house.

“Wa-hey! Batman and his sidekick, Robin!” Andy grinned, as Liam got into the car, helping you in. “Hey, lads. You alright?” Liam asked, as you sat beside him, shutting the door behind you. “Just ready to party…” Tom grinned, as the taxi drove off. “Where is this party again?” You asked, a hand resting on Liam’s thigh. “At Funky Buddha. It’s their annual Halloween party” Andy said, as he smiled at you. “Must I say, you look incredible in that outfit, love” He added, as you blushed a bright red. “Thank you. You look wonderful too. And you, Tom” You grinned, as they thanked you. “I’d love to match costumes with my girlfriend… But, she’s gone away, which sucks” Andy muttered, as Tom chuckled, patting his knee. “We could have match, Andy… I was well up for that” He said, as Liam laughed. “Awh, you guys would have been really cute!” You grinned, as Tom kicked your knee playfully.

A few hours had passed, and Liam had officially let himself go. He had drunk more than he should, and being the drunk he is, he never let you go. He was cuddled into you, his arms were always around you, and he would pull you onto the dancefloor with him, with you pulled against his body. “Babe?” He slurred, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. “I… Love you” He hiccupped, the smell of alcohol on his breath. “I love you too, babe” You smiled, leaning up and placing a kiss to his cheek. “I want to go home… My head’s hurting, and I feel sick” He whined, his head falling to your shoulder. “I told you not to eat all of those chocolates, Liam…” You sighed, as he pouted down at you. “Come on then, let’s go home. You’re going to have a killer headache in the morning…” You sighed, as he groaned. “Don’t… I’m never going out on Halloween again” He muttered, causing you to giggle softly, and take his hand in yours.

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Zayn Malik

“Do you have the bowls of sweets, Zayn?” You asked, as you rushed in from the kitchen, a bowl of cookies in your hand. “I do, they’re all set up by the door. Don’t worry” Zayn called from the porch, where he was hanging the fake cobweb up in the corner. “Well, doesn’t this look wonderful?” You grinned, as he turned around, and stepped back into the house, taking in his work. He had written ‘Happy Halloween’ on a piece of paper, with drawings of pumpkins and vampires and monsters surrounding it. “It does… Thank you, sweetness” He grinned, as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“What time is Niall and Harry coming?” You asked, as he shrugged. “They told me 8, to try and miss the trick or treaters, so we have another 3-4 hours on our own” He grinned, as you looked up. “Well, I have Paranormal Activity set up, come and watch it with me? This looks good in here, don’t worry” You smiled, as he took your hand, closing the front door. “Come on then” He muttered, as he took a cookie from the bowl in your hand.

“I don’t get why you like these films… It’s completely fake” Zayn muttered, as he bite from another cookie from the bowl. “Is someone scared?” You asked, patting his knee softly. “No I am not… I just don’t get why this is a film. Like, it’s clearly someone acting as the person pushing and pulling everything” He said, as you looked at him. “You are so freaked, aren’t you?” You asked, as he looked down at you. “No, I am not. I do not get scared, missy” He said, his attention turning to the door. The chatter of people from the other side coming through to the sitting room. “You go, I’ll go and get the brownies from the oven” You said, as he stood up, rushing to the door.

“Trick or treat!” Someone said, a laugh coming from Zayn. “What do you look like?” You heard him say, before a bang from the front door being shut. “That was quick…” You said, as you walked into the sitting room, seeing two people sat on the sofa. Harry and Niall. “Hey boys” You said, as they turned their heads, grinning. “Hey, love! We brought drink, and chocolate… You know, to help with the snacks” Harry grinned, as you placed the bowl of brownies on the table beside the cookies. “Thank you boys, do you look all creepy dressed up like that?” You asked, as Harry took the bald cap off, along with his nose as well. “I hated that… I thought we could have freaked Zayn out, but it didn’t work. Niall gave it away…” He said, as Niall shrugged. “I couldn’t take Harry seriously with the nose… He just looked stupid” Niall laughed, as Zayn took a seat on the armchair. “Well, he did look quite scary, I’ll give him his due” You giggled, as you sat on the arm by Harry.

“So, what movies have we got lined up?” Niall asked, as you walked over to the table, picking up a handful of DVDs. “We have the Paranormal Activity films, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Mama, The Conjuring, and whatever films you’ve brought” You smiled, as Harry grinned. “They sound wonderful… And you made your brownies too!” Niall grinned, as he picked the bowl up. “Ah, ah… Put it down!” You said, as he pouted at you. “I have more brownies in the oven now… Don’t worry” You smiled, as he grinned, taking one from the bowl. “So, what movie first?” Zayn asked, as he looked to the three of you sat on the sofa. “How about The Nightmare Before Christmas?” You suggested, your head turning to the door. “You put it in, I’ll get the door” You grinned, as you ran to the door, opening it up. You grinned as you looked down at the small children, dressed from skeletons, to ghosts, to werewolves, to princesses. “Awh, you all look incredible! Here we go” You grinned, holding the bowl, as all the children took sweets from it.

“We should have a party next year…” You suggested from your place on Zayn’s lap in the armchair. “Like, a themed party. You know, Disney themed or pirate themed. Or maybe Scooby-Doo” You grinned, as Zayn chuckled softly. “Baby, stop. That’s next year. Let’s stress then” Zayn grinned, Harry chuckled, sipping his beer, passing another to Niall. “Louis and Eleanor have gone to a party which is Zombie themed… They look pretty awesome from what I’ve seen” Niall chuckled, as he showed the picture from Instagram. “Liam and Sophia have gone to the Funky Buddha Halloween party, dressed as The Joker and Maleficent. I was with them this morning… They looked pretty cool” Harry laughed, as he showed the photo on his phone. “We should have a party next year. Organise it early though..” Zayn said, as you nodded.

“Well, Mama it is then!” Harry grinned, as you put the DVD in the DVD player, taking your seat on the sofa, everyone having changed seats. Niall was drunkenly laid on the armchair, with Harry slouched on the sofa. You sat between Harry and Zayn, a blanket on your lap. “I hate this film.. Especially in the dark” You whined, your head falling to Zayn’s shoulder. “Awh, come and have a cuddle with your cuddle buddy!” He grinned, a beer between his legs. “I hate you guys… I could have been at a party, with friends, drinking and singing, but instead you guys wanted a movie night instead!” You whined, as Harry lifted your legs onto his. “Cheer up, miss moany pants. It’s not real” Harry slurred, patting your legs. “I know that, stupid. I hate watching them in the dark… You never know what could come behind you” You started, your eyes widening as you felt someone breath on your neck. “Boo” Someone whispered behind you, causing you to scream. “What the heck!? Niall?” You asked, as he laughed. “Sorry… That was just an opportunity that had to be taken!” He cried, as you slapped his shoulder. “You suck…” You muttered, before giggling.

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Niall Horan

“Where is my gorgeous princess?” You heard Niall call from upstairs, a giggle coming from the room above the kitchen. “There she is! Don’t you look beautiful?” Niall asked, as you heard another giggle and a squeal. “Daddy, stop it! You’re going to ruin my dress!” You heard your 5 year old whine, the floorboards creaking above you. Your daughters footsteps were heard running down the stairs, with Niall’s following, her quick and out of breath figure standing in the doorway. “Mummy, do I look pretty?” You heard her ask, as you turned around from the counter, wiping your hands on a tea towel. “You loo gorgeous, baby! Oh, so very pretty” You smiled, as she walked into your open arms. “Mummy? Are you coming trick or treating? Can we go and see Uncle Louis? Oh, and Uncle Harry!? He gives me ice cream” She said, as Niall walked into the kitchen, dressed in his Prince Charming outfit to match your daughters.

“Now, who is that gorgeous prince standing in my kitchen doorway? I have never felt so honoured to have a prince stand in my home” You said, jokingly, as Niall walked over, placing a kiss to your head. “Hello, m’lady. You are looking very beautiful in your apron this evening” Niall grinned, as you smacked his head cheekily. “I’m going to change now… I’ve got cookies and cakes, and muffins made, I don’t want you eating them, do you hear me? They are for later” You grinned, as you patted his chest. He scoffed, looking at you. “I wouldn’t eat them! I’m not so sure about this innocent little princess here though. You should keep an eye on this one” He joked, pulling his young daughter into his body.

“Right, who do we want to visit first, sweetie?” You asked from the driver seat, Niall sitting in the passenger seat beside you. “Can we see Uncle Louis? And Auntie Eleanor?” She asked, chewing on a chocolate bar you had given her. “Of course we can. Then we can go and see Uncle Harry too, yeah?” Niall asked, as she nodded in the back seat. “Yeah! Uncle Harry gives me ice cream…” She said, as she blushed a bright red. “Awh, does someone have a crush on Uncle Harry?” You asked, as she covered her face, blushing. “Mummy, sh!” She whispered, as Niall chuckled softly. “Uncle Harry will be happy” He grinned, as you slapped his shoulder, turning down Louis’ and Eleanor’s road.

“Uncle Louis, open the door!” Your daughter shouted, banging her flat palm against the wood. “Hold on, little lady. I need to get some sweets for you…” You heard Louis call, rustles and footsteps being heard. “What’s the words, little lady?” Louis asked, as your daughter giggled. “Trick or treat!” She said, as he opened the door. “Ah, hello you! Don’t you look beautiful, you little princess” Louis grinned, as Eleanor came to the door. “Awh, look at you! You even get your daddy to dress up too” Eleanor giggled, as she hugged you tightly. “Mummy said daddy had to, otherwise she wouldn’t give him a special cuddle later…” Your daughter said, as she took the chocolate from the bowl Louis was holding. “Ohhh, a bit of bribery eh?” Louis winked, looking at your shocked expression. Eleanor laughed softly before grabbing her camera, and getting her and Niall to stand together. “Let’s get some photos, then you can get off and get lots of chocolate” Eleanor grinned, as Louis placed the bowl down.

After many photos had been taken, and many kisses had been exchanged, you and Niall got your daughter back in the car, after many pleads of wanting to stay with Louis. “Come on then, let’s go and have ice-cream with Uncle Harry. He may let you stay the night, if you ask him nicely” Niall said, as your daughter giggled. “Can I, mummy? Can I stay with Uncle Harry?” Your daughter asked, as you sighed, and smiled at her. “If Uncle Harry is okay with it…” You said, as she squealed. “Uncle Harry gives me ice-cream, mummy. And he has Frozen too! He sings with me!” Your daughter giggled, as you pulled into Harry’s driveway.

“There’s my gorgeous little princess!” Harry grinned, as he knelt down, and picked your daughter up. “And there’s your Prince Charming… Doesn’t your daddy look funny all dressed up like that?” Harry joked, as Niall gave him a sarcastic look. “Uncle Harry? Can I have some ice-cream instead of sweets? Uncle Louis gave me a lot, and I feel sick from them!” Your daughter sighed, as Harry poked her nose cheekily. “Of course you can. With chocolate sauce, and sprinkles, yeah?” He asked, as he set your daughter on the ground. “Yep! Thank you, Uncle Harry!” Your daughter said, as she lifted the front of her dress up, and ran into the house. “Harry, would you mind looking after her tonight? She really wants to stay here…” You asked, as he turned round, smiling. “Of course I can. I have a set of her pyjamas here, I’ll just bring her home tomorrow” He said, as you sighed happily. “Thank you, Haz. You’re a life saver” You grinned, as he pulled you in for a hug. “You better get home and take care of your Prince Charming” Harry smirked, winking at Niall.

“Sweetie, come here!” You called from your place on the sofa, in the living room of Harry’s home. “Yes, mummy?” She asked, as she walked in with a bowel of ice-cream. “You be good for Harry tonight, yeah? Treat him well, and don’t trick him. I know your daddy has been giving you some ideas… Don’t do them” You said, as Harry chuckled. “Oh, she wouldn’t… She’s a princess” Harry said, as she grinned and twirled around, her dress flaring out. “She wouldn’t follow the evil Halloween tricks…” Harry grinned, as he patted Niall’s back.

“I’m surprised Prince Charming gave her those ideas, anyway” He joked, as Niall laughed, patting your thigh softly.

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Happy Halloween, for yesterday! Thought I would post a little special preference for the special festivity. Hope you all had a great day yesterday, and got lots of sweets and chocolate. I had a wonderful Halloween party, so that was good. :)

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Love you all.