future mrs. styles

alltheluvharrys  asked:

Hello, how are you? Pretty please, can you do a blurb about Harry and (Y/N) planning their wedding? Thank you and have a lovely day

A/N:  Sorry this took so long to get posted.  It was swirling around in my brain for a long time.  I sincerely hope that this Harry fluff brings you joy.  I know that cuts in Asks don’t always allow you to read the whole thing on mobile, so I apologize if that’s the case for you.  

Wedding Plans

The parade of dresses is making your head spin.  Not only do you have to decide on a wedding dress from all of the designers who had submitted dresses to your wedding planner, but you have to choose a dress for the wedding brunch, the rehearsal dinner, the engagement party in London, the engagement party in LA, and the dress to change into after the reception.  You are exhausted with all of the choices.  Rodeo Drive was made for rich people who are used to being catered to in this way, but the champagne the clerk keeps refilling for you is giving you a headache.  

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“Mine” Series: Part 1: We’re Taking On the World Together

A/N: This is a three-part series based on Taylor Swift’s song, “Mine.” A summary [without giving too much away] would be: this series is about the evolvement of yours and Harry’s relationship– the excitement and the struggles, the pits and peaks. No matter how crazy life gets, your each other’s safety nets.

Message me HERE for requests, questions, and feedback… they’re always welcome and appreciated. Much love. x

It was a view you had only ever seen on television or in photographs. It was surreal. You and Harry were at the top of the highest mountain, overlooking valleys, trees, and a long, clear blue river that wrapped around. The sun was setting and the sky was all sorts of beautiful. Orange, pink, lavender colors decorated the sky. The photos you took on your phone didn’t do the view justice. All you could do was remember its beauty.

You loved it on the mountain with Harry. You were secluded and alone. There was no noise but the sounds of your breaths. It was the most peaceful, relaxed, and intimate the two of you had been in a long while.

It was definitely needed. You and Harry needed to pull away from the chaos that surrounded your lives and take a moment for yourselves. You needed to spend time with one another without any distractions or interruptions.

Life had been in full speed the past several months. You had gotten accepted into Law school. Your courses were extensive and required a lot of time to be dedicated towards working on assignments and reviewing for tests. It was a type of pressure different from undergraduate school. On top of that, you were also working as an assistant at a law firm. Harry, on the other hand, was booked every single day, going here going there, promoting his album and playing shows. He would leave for days, even weeks, at a time. You lived under the same roof but it was as if you never saw each other. On the days Harry would be home, you were either working, at school, or too busy burying your nose in textbooks studying. Other days you would stay up and wait for Harry to come home but he was already exhausted from a long, tiresome day all he could muster up was energy for a kiss then head straight to bed.

Something had to be done. You and Harry needed to put life on pause before things fell apart. Things had gotten so chaotic you began to neglect one another. So you and Harry cleared your schedule for the next three weeks, booked a flight, and been disengaged from the rest of the world since. It was the best thing the two of you had ever done.

Your three weeks were rejuvenating. It relit the spark that had been overshadowed by busy lives. It reminded you and Harry why you fell in love with each other. The three weeks brought back the feelings you had on your first date, the first time you spent the night together, the time the two of you moved in with one another… It was like falling in love all over again.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said. Your eyes were focused on the view in front of you as your head rested on Harry’s shoulder.
“Neither do I, luv,” he whispered.

You and Harry had three more days left on holiday. Three more days to appreciate the peace, the quiet, the privacy. There were no cameras or photographers. There were no screaming fans or demanding bosses. There were no business meetings or classes or assignments. Just you and Harry.

“I’m glad we did this,” you looked up at Harry, his green eyes locking with yours. He smiled, his dimples pronounced. He leaned forward and pressed his rosy lips onto yours. He laid it there for a moment, leaving no empty space between you. He pulled away slowly and whispered, “I love you, Y/N. More than you will ever know.”

“What happens when we get home? Is it going to be the same way again? Me at school and you gone?” you had a hint of sadness in the tone of your voice Harry picked up on.

“No,” he assured you. “We’ll do it better this time, luv. We’ll fix it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He pressed his lips onto your forehead and you closed your eyes at the touch of his soft lips. Every time Harry touched you, it sent a wave of electricity and excitement through you, but also a sense of calmness and security. “Because I never wan’ t’ lose you, luv,” he answered.

“You won’t.” You nuzzled the top of your head into the crook of his neck and hugged his arm. “You won’t.”

“I know,” he responded. “There’s something I want’d to do before we went home…”

“What is it, babe?”

Harry pulled away from you  and wiped the dirt off from his bottom. He reached a hand out toward you to pull you up. “Would you look at that bird,” he pointed behind you. “It’s beau’iful.”

You spun around and your eyes searched the sky for what you thought could be an eagle. But the sky was empty. Your eyes shifted to the tall green trees but there was no sign of life. You spun around defeated, “Harry, I don’t see—”

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Harry Imagine - Fight (Part 1)

‘Harry Styles’ new girl?’
‘Styles’ moved on?’
‘What happened to future Mrs. Styles?’

These are only a few headlines from the magazines I saw today while grocery shopping for me and Harry.

I trust him, or I use to, but lately he’s appearing on the covers with the same girl each time.

I try to remain optimistic, but nobody can be optimistic all the time.

I suck in a deep breath and finish the rest of our shopping, trying to stay strong.

Luckily I finish soon, and when I park my car in the driveway, I let out a long sigh before starting to unload the groceries.

“Haz? Could you help me unload the bags please?” I kindly ask him but he doesn’t even look up from his phone, just shaking his head.

I shake my head in annoyance and turn around to get the rest.

After 3 trips to the car, I finally have everything settled on the counter. Now it’s time to unpack.

“Did you buy anything good?” I hear Harry’s voice which causes me to slightly jump.

“If you helped me unload you would know.” I mumble under my breath, but Harry hears.

“If you asked me to help, I would have.” He snaps back and I roll my eyes.

“I did ask you, Harry. But you were to busy on your phone, doing god knows what. You didn’t eve hear me!” I spit back, my voice slightly rising.

“Don’t yell at me. You should’ve tried harder.” Harry says, digging through the bags.

“I didn’t want to waste my time.” I tell him and I can see the anger and annoyance in his face as he looks up at me.

“So now I’m a waste of time?” he says and I lean against the counter facing him.

“Don’t you dare put words in my mouth. I did not say that.” I tell him and he mirrors my actions, leaning against the counter opposite me.

“What has gotten you in such a mood today? PMS again?” he snarls and I feel tears sting my eyes.

“No. Maybe I’m upset because my boyfriend is on the cover of nearly every magazine with almost every single girl on the planet except me, his girlfriend.”

“You know those are photo shopped!” he yells back, this now turning in to a screaming match.

“I don’t think so, Harry! Most of them are different angles of you and the same fucking blonde model leaving a club! I’m sick of it, Harry!”

“Yeah? We’ll I’m sick of you not trusting me!” he yells and I feel tears sting my eyes.

“I do trust you, but it gets hard, okay?” I say, my voice softer this time.

“Well if it’s so hard, why are you still here then?” he says, a strange tone in his voice.

“Because I love you, Harry. I’m still here because I love you.” I say and he says nothing, only staring at the ground.

“If you want me to leave, I will.” I inform him after a few moments of silence yet he still says nothing.

I take that as an answer.

“Okay. I’ll go pack then.” I whisper, walking past him out of the kitchen and into our once shared bedroom.

I refuse to cry. I have done more than enough of that the past few days.

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Next chapter of Internet Fishing tomorrow!! If this gets a lot of notes and i get a lot of messages i might post part 2 tomorrow as well„ otherwise it’ll be up on Saturday!! x

i really hate it when people are like “omG no bAckOFF he’s miNE!1!1!1!1”
“future mrs. styles”
like last time i checked he’s a fucking band member not your favorite dildo
he’s a human being not an object that you can just call “yours”

"Future Mrs. Styles"

Thanks to everyone who participated in my little challenge! Here’s the imagine you were promised! Enjoy :)

Can you do an imagine for me of Harry and me? I don’t really know what I want the premise to be, but I don’t want us to get in a fight. I just want it to be happy and sweet and full of lots of love! Maybe we’re engaged or something… I don’t really know haha. That’d be lovely! Thanks :) And you don’t have to if you don’t want to! And my name is Haley

You promised yourself that when you started planning your wedding, you were not going to turn into a “bridezilla”. You were going to stay calm and enjoy planning the big event. Because in the end, it was only about getting to be together with Harry for the rest of your life, nothing else mattered.

That was definitely easier said than done. There was just so much that had to be done; picking flowers, dress fittings, cake tastings, sending out invitations, and the list goes on and on. You felt like your head was going to explode.

You were sitting in your dining room one Saturday morning, surrounded by wedding magazines and to do lists, when you almost completely lost it.

“I can’t do it. I just can’t,” You cried putting your head in your hands. You could hear the patter of Harry’s bare feet coming into the room.

“Babe, you okay?” he asked quietly.

“I can’t do it Harry. It’s too much. Why did we think I could plan an entire wedding in 5 months? It’s going to be a disaster.” Your voice was shaking, on the brink of tears.

“No, no, no kitten. None of this,” He said walking over to the table. He neatly put all the magazines and papers in a pile and then swiftly pulled you into his arms.

 “I will not have my beautiful bride to be stressing out about this wedding. Trust me Y/N, everything will work out. We can call my mom tomorrow and she can come help you with whatever you need, and we’ll have Gemma go with you to your next dress fitting. It’ll be the most beautiful wedding in the world, you know why? Because our love for each other is more beautiful than any flowers, or any table centerpiece,”

This was one of the main reason you love Harry. He always knew exactly what to say, exactly what to do to calm you down and make you see the bigger picture.

He pushed your hair out of your eyes, and wiped up all your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“You and me okay? That’s it,” He grabbed your left hand and toyed with sparkling diamonds. You nodded your head, feeling the sense of calm come over you that only Harry could provide.

“Go get dressed babe, I want to take you somewhere,” He said, shooing you upstairs.

You and Harry drove for about half an hour. You were so focused on watching him, noticing how his jaw muscles moved when he talked and how his long fingers messed with the radio dials, to even realize where he had pulled up to.

You looked out of the window and noticed you were in front of the venue you would be having your wedding in a few months.

“What are we doing here Haz?”

He just got out of the car, coming around to you side and opened your door.

“Just come with me love,” He laced your fingers together and led you into the building.

“Imagine, in a few months, this room is going to be filled with the people we love the most. All together to celebrate us babe,”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hooked his chin over your shoulder.

“And you’re going to come down that aisle looking that an angel and we’re going to recite our vows. And let’s be honest, we’ll probably both be crying. And our family will be in the front row, crying too. And the boys will be at my side and your sister and your best friend and El and Perrie and Sophia will all be at your side. And then we’ll get to shove cake in each other’s faces and listen to four best man speeches and then we’ll have our first dance as a married couple. And it’s not going to matter what color the tablecloths are, or whether we served chicken or steak. All that’s going to matter is us, and the people who surround us.”

You closed your eyes, leaning against him, embracing this feeling, the feeling of peacefulness and love. Every worry you had about the planning and completely vanished. Harry was completely right; all that mattered was that you were going to be together for the rest of your life.

“I think we need to practice our first dance.” He said extending his hand to you. “My lady?”

You laughed and took his hand as he begin to spin you both around. Even though there was no music, and the room was completely empty, you would always remember this as one of best moments of your life.

“I love you Harry,” You said, looking up into his emerald eyes.

“I love you more future Mrs. Harry Styles,”

So 1d has been changing it up lately with songs like “I Will Survive.” When is Harry going to start singing Partition? “Let me hear you say heyyyy Future Mr. Tomlinson (or Styles or Tomlinson-Styles…don’t fight me). Or any Beyonce song. HARRY!!! HARRY GLITTER BOOTS AND BEYONCE. LETS GO.

Conversation with Harry

Harry Styles IMAGINE

Harry: Good morning, baby!

:Good morning, baby! (after 5 minutes)

: Babyyyyy (after 10 minutes)

: Babe (after 2 seconds)

: Cupcake (and then he started texting you every minute)

: Mallows

: Muffin

: Pizza

: Munchkins!

: Babe!!! Wake up! Wake up!

: Cookie

: Wifeyyy

: Girlfriend!

: Coffee

: Cappuccino

: Love

: Loveyyy


: I can’t believe you’re not replying to my texts.

: Are you mad at me?

: Are you breaking up with me?

: You hate me now?

: You don’t love me anymore?

: Tell me please…

: Are you mad??? Baby… please reply…

: Hey!

: Future Mrs. Styles!!! Wake up! Answer me please…

You: What the fucking hell are you talking about!? I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you. I’m not breaking up with you. I still love you. I love you MORE. I just fell asleep. Sorry?

Harry: No… I’m sorry.. i was just worried about your condition. This is the first time that we haven’t met for like 9 months. I love you more and more and more!

You: I love you more and more and more too! Xx

Harry: You’re so sweet, baby. Xxx

You: I know right. I need to go now. Bye!

Harry: Heyyyyy

: I love you! Xx

You: I love you more!

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never give it back - Harry Styles smut

*Requested by haileymcnaughton *

A/N: Im so sorry that I took so long. Hope you forgive me =) Working on the other requests. Xxx

Your POV – What a day. It was like the worst day ever!! I was so happy when I finally got home to my boyfriend. I walked into our house and threw my purse into a corner. I heared the TV run in the living room so I walked over. Harry was siting there, his eyes glued on his phone.

“Hey Harry.“ I kissed the top of his head and let myself fall next to him.

“Hello my love. What’s up? How was your day?“ He put his phone away and smiled at me. I was so lucky to have him.

“Stressful and horrible. Im glad to be home now.“ I pecked his lips and sighed.

“Come on kitten. I know what you need right now.“ He took my hand in his and guided me up to our bedroom.

“Take your clothes off and lay down on your tummy.“ He said and kissed my cheek. I did what he said and smiled to myself. This was going to be fun. Harry went to the bathroom and came back with a little bottle. Oil I guessed? He sat down beside me and sighed happily.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? How perfect your body is?“ I felt his hands on my back. His long fingers trailed up and down my spine which made me moan a little bit. The feelings was so amazing. I felt my whole body relax under his touch.

“By the way you’re moaning, I can tell that you like it babe. How about that?“ His hands moved from my back to my bum. God this guy knew how to massage me. He chuckled darkly and I felt one hand gliding down my slit. I moaned a little bit louder this time. He leaned down and left a few kisses down my spine, his hand still runing up and down my heat. One of his fingers rested on my clit and started to move slowly.

“Oh god Harry. Please move a little bit faster.“ He did so. I had to admit, that boy knew how to use his long fingers.

“Moan for me baby. I want to hear you.“ He slightly bit into my shoulder and I moaned his name out loud.

“Turn around babe.“His voice was full of lust now. I just did what he wanted. He licked his lips and adjusted himself between my legs. His smirk made me shiver. I looked into his eyes when he pushed two fingers inside me.

“You’re so wet babe. I swear you drive me crazy!!“ He attached his lips with my clit and I screamed his name by this sudden move. He was eating me out like he never did before, hard and fast. It took no time to made me cum all over his fingers. I managed to open my eyes and see him licking his fingers clean. I sat up and grabed his neck. I needed him right now!!

“Take your fucking clothes of Styles. I want to feel you inside me!!“ Two seconds later he was naked and hovering over me.

“I’ll blow you another time. Please just fuck me now.“ I whined. He pushed his stone hard length into me slowly, literally torturing me. Not for long though. He started to thrust hard and fast into me, just the way I needed it right now. I was a moaning mess under his body and with every thrust, I felt myself closer to my next orgasm.

“Come on babe, let it go!! Cum all over me.“ He whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe. It was all I needed, to do what he wanted. I let go and felt him twitch inside me at the same time. He moaned my name, followed by a curse, while his thursts got sloppier and he released himself inside me. He rolled over to his side, once came down from his high. We were both trying to catch our breath, covered in sweat and the smell of sex in the air. I felt his arms sling around my waist.

“Thank you Harry. This was just what I needed.“ I looked into his wonderful green eyes and before I kissed him deeply. He smiled into the kiss and held me even closer to his body.

“Nothing to thank for kitten. You know, I love to make you happy.“ We layed there in silence for a while. It was nice, to just lay there and hear nothing but our breathe. All out of a sudden, he stroke my cheek and spoke up.

“Let me tell you something. When I first met you, I knew that you’re everything I ever wanted. Now I have you and I can’t describe nor believe how happy and lucky I am. You stole my heart and my mind but there is still one thing, that you didn’t steal yet.“ I smiled and blushed.

“What would that be Mr. Styles?“ He reached over to the table next to the bed. I couldn’t see what he grabbed.

“My last name. Y/N Y/L/N would you like to steal my last name and keep it forever?“ He opened a tiny blue box and a shiny diamond ring appeared. I sat up and so did he. My jaw droped to the ground. I felt tears forming in my eyes within seconds. I was expecting everything but that.

“Oh my god Harry. Yes!! Of course. I’d love to steal your last name.“ He laughed and I threw my arms around his neck. Was this real life? I couldn’t describe how happy I was. He put the ring on my finger and it fitted perfectly.

“How about she-said-yes-sex, future Mrs. Styles? This ring on your finger and the fact that you’ll be mine forever, turns me on like hell.“ I giggled and kissed him deeply. I was going to get married to the most amazing guy on this earth. I was for real the happiest girl in the whole universe.               

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So I was at the mall right? And I was about to buy this shirt at Claire's that said future mrs. Styles on it then this snot nosed bitch from school came up to me and said that I would never have Harry so you know what I did? I SNATCHED THAT GIRLS FAKE ASS WEAVE OUT OF HER NASTY ASS BALD HEAD THEN STUFFED IT DOWN HER THROAT BC I DONT PLAY. I will marry Harry this is fact.



Are people really getting worked up over Liam’s comment tonight about finding the perfect woman, but no one there could understand because it was mainly girls? C'mon people.

First let me start this rant of by saying I am a PROUD lesbian who comes from a family that does not except homosexuality. I am also a PROUD directioner. And I took no offense to what Liam said.

While yes, he shouldn’t generalize that all the girls there are straight but let’s all be real for a second. 90% of the people who are fans of this band want to be the future Mrs Styles or Mrs Horan, etc. And it’s fair to say that with a crowd consisting majorly of 11-15 year olds, that most of them are not aware of their sexuality yet.

Guys y'all gotta stop taking things so seriously. You treat the boys like they can’t ever slip up, otherwise you’re going to rant on and on about how bad of a person they are. We’re all human. We all make mistakes. We all say things we don’t mean, and sometimes the things we do say don’t come out the way we planned on. You can’t act holier than thou all the time because I’m 1000000% sure you’ve all fucked up at some point in your lives. I know I have. I do it all the time.

Let’s all just move past this instance and try to grow from it and not take things so serious. Until Liam, or one of the other boys, says “I hate lesbians, women should only date men” there’s no need to get so worked up.

Concert report Düsseldorf yayy

Okay so I’ll divide this into sections so if you’re not interested in something you can just skip it (:


When we arrived at the Esprit Arena there were lots of girls just running from one end of the building to the other because the security guys sent us in opposite directions all the time and we had to ask 6 people until someone finally told us the right way.
I was really pissed off when we got into our section though because when I bought the tickets they had a picture where the stage would be and which zones would be where but we were nowhere near the stage. We managed to get to the front of the orange zone but when the boys weren’t on the catwalk we could only see them on the screens which was really disappointing. My cousin made me record every single song but the videos are really shitty because people behind us were pushing throughout the whole concert. /:
Pretty much everyone was being really nice to each other, taller girls let smaller ones stand in front of them so they could see the stage and during the music videos (which except for the ones of 5SOS and Little Mix everyone was really annoyed by) the fans on the seats were screaming and waving/holding up hearts for the fans on the ground and the ones on the ground would do it back (x). Also everyone was doing the Macarena before the boys came on stage (x).
The security guys were handing out a few bottles of water, but NOWHERE near enough, there were lots of girls who had to be taken out. There was also one mum whose daughter had a panic attack in a different zone but the security was so rude to her and wouldn’t let her to her daughter or just help her out of the crowd and sent her all the way back through the fans instead. They even refused to speak English to her but made us translate that they couldn’t find her daughter and couldn’t do anything.
I was really surprised by the number of boys (I write boys but I actually mean guys my age) in the audience and there were even a lot of cars leaving without any girls in them, so they weren’t just there to pick up their girlfriends or sisters.


There was A LOT of advertising done for the new album before they came on and people were starting to wonder what they would actually play live because most of their songs were already shown with the videos before.
Everyone was singing along to SLSP and during Amnesia everyone was making hearts with their hands (x) and (I think?) Calum said it was cute.


My cousin is a bit of a social butterfly and talked to literally every girl behind, in front of or next to us and the outright majority of them were Harry- or Niall-girls. Most of the shirts were about those two or OT5. BUT when the safety instructions came on people were almost exclusively screaming for Louis, it was absolutely beautiful.


Okay so Harry is my favourite person in the whole world but DAMN Louis is so much more beautiful when you actually see him live (not that he ever isn’t, it’s just so much MORE), he’s absolutely stunning. So now I get why you’re all so obsessed with him :b (about 90% of the people I follow have Louis-centred blogs).
People were screaming when they were doing their power couple strut but I think it was more because it was the first time they were coming to the front than actually because of H/L.
I saw 3 or 4 girls with LS shirts (‘I ship bullshit’, 'Harry + Louis = <3’ and one had the couple tattoos drawn on her shirt) but when my cousin tried talking to other girls around us about it they just dismissed it and went back to discussing who of them would be the future Mrs. Styles.


All the boys were joking around and laughing with each other lots of times. Liam was in a REALLY good mood, very chatty and greeting us in German (x). Niall and Louis were interacting a lot. Harry was his usual adorable self and I had the feeling that Louis was in a really good mood as well (and he looked SO on point, damn). Except maybe for Zayn (but tbh I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to him) everyone had cute moments with the fans, Harry of course going the extra mile as usual, making the crowd sing stuff, telling the fans they were beautiful (x) and saying I love Germany in German (x). Idk I just got the feeling they really enjoyed the show.

Well I guess that’s it, I didn’t have time to go through all my videos yet but if you want to gif anything from the ones I linked here (not that there’s much to gif - anyway) feel free, just tag me in the post or something so that I can reblog them (:

Request: Anonymous (Y/N)

Side-note: Clean

 Y/N’s POV:

                Every Christmas Eve for the past few years was spent the same way: night at the local pub with all my friends. Even after all these years nothing had changed other than Harry. I had been friends with Harry ever since we were young and we used to be inseparable. It sucked not having him around as often but when he was I always looked forward to having him back home. Pretty much ever since we met I had a thing for him. We were never official or anything but we had talked about it, on more than one occasion I might add. We knew it wasn’t the best time with him constantly touring and me being away at Uni but we cared for each other. The one rule we had was that we wouldn’t be too touchy feely to ensure neither of us got hurt. It wasn’t ideal but getting close would never end well. We both knew that.

                I was with my family for most of Christmas Eve and before I knew it it was already 11pm and I still wasn’t at the pub. I quickly got ready and rushed over to see my friends had already clearly been there for a bit and were all fairly intoxicated. I was saying hello to everyone when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. ‘I thought you forgot about me.’ I turned around to see Harry smiling at me. “I could never forget about you.”

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Christmas Eve

Harry: You’d decided that the best way to spend a snow day was at Starbucks with a trenta cup of pumpkin spice latte. With your boyfriend away touring and doing whatever it is boys in famous boy bands do, it only seemed fit that you did what teenage girls lacking in a social life do. So you ordered your cup under the alias of ‘Future Mrs. Styles’ with a wicked grin. As soon as it was out you immediately took a selfie with your name on the cup and a wink and threw it all over Instagram and tagging Harry who later responded with a “you better believe it;)” giving you the best Christmas dream you’d ever had.

Louis: To be honest you stole his clothes too often, but you really didn’t care. So again you stole one of his sweaters and threw on yoga pants that had never been used for yoga before crashing onto the couch for a much needed pretty little liars marathon. You’d gotten through season one and halfway through two when Louis finally decided to join the living. “Morning sleeping beauty. Good of you to join us. Now you can make me breakfast.” You smiled sweetly as Louis flopped next to you with all his scruffy wonder and kissed your face.
“How about I make you a phone so you can get delivery?”
“As long as you pay.” You smirk before kissing his nose.

Niall: As was your since five-ever Christmas Eve tradition you had to make a thousand Christmas treats that you found scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest. By noon you had made Christmas Tree Strawberry’s and Santa Marshmallows and the classic gingerbread house but yours was by far superior. Niall had helped you all morning by testing every frosting batter and treat he could get his grubby little hands on to “make sure it’s perfect for tomorrow babe” and he was at it again as he tried to eat your front door.
“Touch that front door and you are dead to me, Horan.”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Eat this.” You smile evilly before tossing a handful of frosting all over his adorable little face. You laugh your ass off - not literally, obvi- as Niall wipes the frosting off his eyes to glare at you. With leprechaun like reflexes he moves over to you and wipes his face all over your chest as he motorboats your boobs to the next century.

Liam: You threw yourself out of bed as you awoke to see flurries of white outside the window and squeaked with joy. With such a clatter Liam jumped out of bed to see as he said “What the fricks the matter babe?”
“It’s snowing!! Get up and put on some boxers and pants! We are making a snowman and his snow wife and his snow ex wife who he is constantly in a custody battle with over his snow twins. ”
Liam blinked at you confusedly. Before simply rolling his naked butt out Of bed and over to the closet. You threw on your best jeans and your cutest UGGs before stealing one of Liam’s jacket. “Liam! Hurry up! I’m the one that should be slow considering you showed me why your last name is Payne! No excuses! Let’s go!”
Liam laughs as he pulls on a beanie and carries you out into the snow for a magical snow kiss.

Zayn: It was too cold and you were in desperate need of your super sexy and warm boyfriend who was still at some stupid meeting. You were sick of waiting and being the little naughty girl you were you hatched an evil thought. You grabbed the ribbon and bows from under the bed and began to take off your clothes that were not yours. Then carefully wrapped ribbon around your chest til it looked like a bandeau bra then got a big fancy bow to put on the ribbon. You took a sexy selfie that just kept your lady bits out the pick and sent it to Zayn with the caption: “if you get here by three you can open a present early;)” it was already 2:30 but somehow Zayn made it there at 2:45 and made sure you two got put on the naughty list for life.