Just when I thought being sexier was impossible… 

He has got to be The Prince of something. Walking like he owns the place. DFSKFGKJDFKJFD. Officially naming him Sir Liam James Payne.

No longer a puppy.

Niall:

Louis:

Liam:

Harry:

Zayn:

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OH MY FLACKING GOD THE NIALL PICTURE- IT ACTUALLY LOOKS A LOT LIKE NIALLER. OMG MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

(Okay, I know, I’m weird.)

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Harry: It was around 8 in the morning when your alarm rang off, waking you up in Harry’s arms. You had to go to work today, and you weren’t looking forward to it. You slowly and quietly got up, trying hard not to wake Harry up, who had been extremely exhausted when he had gotten home from work the night before. Grabbing a towel from the closet, you head into the bathroom to take a shower. You drop the towel on the end of the counter, and jump into the shower. You quickly shampoo your hair, shave your legs and then condition your hair, rinsing it all out. After scrubbing your body with your favorite fruity body wash, you quickly wash it off, and turn off the shower head. You quickly wring out your hair, and pull open the shower curtain. Unexpectedly, you see a Harry standing at the counter, bending over the sink, shaving. He looks up at you in the mirror, his jaw dropping. “Shit!” You gasp, pulling the shower curtain over your body. “Hey, babe.” Harry laughs, turning around to face you. “Don’t hide, you look gorgeous, love.” He grinned at you, then pulled the curtain from your hand. “Just give me the towel, Harry.” You roll your eyes as Harry throws you the towel. When you wrap it around your body, Harry pulls you in for a quick kiss and then lets you finish getting prepared for work.

Zayn:  It was around 3 in the afternoon, and you knew Zayn would be home in a few hours, so you decided to take a quick shower before preparing lunch. Having time to kill, you take a little longer in the shower, using the body scrub Zayn had bought you a few days ago. Your mind drifted elsewhere, remembering the day you first laid eyes on Zayn, the day he asked you out, the moment when Zayn asked you to move in with him, and even the special feeling you had inside when Zayn first declared his love for you. Turning off the showerhead, you walk out of the shower, still daydreaming, when all of a sudden, the door slams open. “Boo, where are y- Oh. Oooooh.” Zayn draws in a deep breath, his eyes widening when he sees you. You snap out of your daydream, grabbing your towel, attempting to cover your body. “Holy crap, Zayn! You scared me!” You exhale, blushing deeply, still trying to put the towel over yourself properly. “Here, let me help, love.” Zayn says, walking over to you. He pulls the towel over your body, biting his lip, then helps you fasten it so that it doesn’t fall off. “Thanks, Zayn.” You say, kissing his cheek. “Anytime, boo.” He says, turning to the door. As he walked out of the bathroom, he turned around, looked at you, and smiled. “By the way, love, you’re pretty damned sexy.” He winked at you, then closed the door of the bathroom, leaving you to your privacy.

Louis: You and Louis had a whole day to spend together – it was one of those extremely lucky days when Louis and you were off from work. Louis had been planning for this day for months, and he was extremely excited, so when you had woken up that morning and had gone into the bathroom to take a shower, Louis followed you there, leaning on the counter, talking about his plans from behind the shower curtain. “I wanted to take you to this really amazing restaurant I found, the food’s amazing, and it’s really quiet and romantic. We can do that for dinner. But before, I wanted to maybe stop by the beach for an hour or so, enjoy the waves with you. And then we could go to Milkshake City, and maybe the mall? It’s up to you, babe.” Louis babbled on and on, while you shampooed and conditioned your hair. You laughed, agreeing, then rinsed out your hair. After scrubbing your whole body with soap, you wash it away, letting the water run down your body soothingly. Already fresh and clean, you turn off the showerhead. “Lou, can you pass me the towel that’s on the counter, please?” You ask him. “No, babe. If you want that towel you have to come out here and get it.” He laughs. “Louis! Please! Just pass me the towel!” You demand, trying to keep your tone serious. “No, I’m serious. Come out here and get it.” He says, suddenly pulling open the shower curtain, the towel in his hand. “Louis Tomlinson!” You stood there, dripping wet and blushing deeply, attempting to cover your body. “Hey babe. You look fit.” He smiles, holding up the towel. “If you want this you have to give me a kiss.” He grins, pointing to the towel. You quickly give him a peck on the lips, then snatch the towel out of his hands. “Good God, Lou, don’t do that again.” You say, wrapping the towel around your body, Louis’s eyes on your body.

Liam: Liam had been hanging out with a couple of his friends for the day, and you had the whole house to yourself – and a lot of time to kill. You call your friends, talking to them about all the latest gossip, get on twitter to tweet some of Liam’s fans, and even bake a batch of Liam’s favorite cookies. After you set out the cookies on the counter to cool, you decide to take a relaxing bath. Going into the bathroom, you fill the tub with hot water, and then you dumb the sweet smelling salts Liam had bought you for your birthday into the tub. Taking off all your clothes, you slowly get into the water, closing your eyes and relaxing. You turn on the bubbles, and let the calming sensation wash over your body. After about an hour, you turn off the bubbles, getting up before you could turn pruney and wrinkled. You pull the plug, letting the water drain, when suddenly, Liam opens the door. Seeing you, Liam’s jaw drops, and then he splutters. “Oh my god, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” He turns around, walking out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to get some eye drops!” He apologizes, talking to you from behind the door. You laugh, blushing a little. “It’s alright Liam.” You say, pulling a towel around you. When you open the door to the bathroom, Liam pulls you in for a tight hug, and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, again, but I do have to say you have a beautiful body, love.” Liam sighs, kissing your hair. 

Niall: Niall was planning on taking you to Nando’s for dinner that night, and you were getting ready. You quickly pick out a cute outfit for you to wear, and then you pick up your cell phone to see a text from Niall. “ill be ther in 2 hrs luv u lots princess :)” You read, smiling. Everything was perfect, because you had just enough time to take a shower if you hurried.  You quickly shampooed and conditioned your hair, and shaved in record speed. When you finished rinsing your hair from the conditioner, you jump out of the shower, pulling a towel over your hair. You look at yourself in the mirror, and then grab another towel to put around yourself. Just as you were about to pick up the towel, Niall burst through the door, his hands over his crotch, jumping up and down. “I have to p-” He looks up at you, his jaw slightly dropping, blushing. “Niall!” You pick up the towel, putting it around your body. “What are you doing here so early? You scared me to death!” You say, blushing. “Sorry, babe!” We finished early at the studio so I thought I would come and pick you up a little early. I didn’t mean to – I just need to use the bathroom. I guess I’ll use the one upstairs.” He says, backing out of the bathroom. “Oh, and by the way, (Y/N), you’re incredibly sexy.” He smiled sweetly, closing the bathroom door as he left, then rushed upstairs to relieve himself.

Harry: You and Harry had spent the day together out exploring downtown, enjoying all the attractions and walking around, hand in hand. “Do you want to go to the mall, babe? I kinda wanted to get something.” Harry asks. “Sure, let’s go!” You say, pulling his hand and walking back to your car. Once you reached the mall, Harry put his arm around your waist. “What did you want to get, babe?” You ask him. “I’ll show you.” He chuckled, and then pulled you into a Victoria’s Secret store. Harry then left your side, and a few minutes later, came back with a few pieces of racy lingerie. “Umm…these.” He smiled cheekily at you as he held them up to show you. “Oh.” Although you were shocked, you maintained a poker face. “Try them on for me, love? Please?” Harry asked you, squeezing your hand gently, then kissing your cheek. “Uh, okay.” You took the lingerie out of his hand and headed into the dressing room. When you put it on, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Did I not make it clear enough that I didn’t want to have sex before marriage? Oh my God. What am I going to tell him now? He’s going to be so upset. You thought to yourself, freaking out. “Can I see now, babe?” Harry said from the other side of the door. “Uh….sure…” You say, opening the door. When Harry sees you, his eyes widen a little, and he smiles. “Well, you sure look fit!” Harry chuckles a little, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you against him. You feel his lips slowly trace your jaw, and move up to your lips. You kiss him back, feeling his hand moving down your back, stopping at your bum. “I waaaaannttt yooouu, love.” He moans against your lips. You freeze, then pull back, breaking the kiss. You untangle yourself from Harry’s arms, and then look up at him. He gives you a questioning look, demanding an explanation, but remains silent. “Harry, I’m sorry. I should’ve just told you this before. I just didn’t want you to upset. I really don’t want to…you know…have sex till we’re married.” You give him a tiny smile, then continue. “I just have grown up with these morals, and I’m going to stay by them.” You finish, turning slightly pink. You notice that his face fell a little, but then he smiled. “Of course, babe, whatever you like.” He said, breaking the awkward silence. When you got dressed into your clothes again and got out of the dressing room, Harry pulled the lingerie out of your hand and walked over to the register, pulling you with him by the hand. When you get in line, Harry smiles, and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to marry very soon, babe.”

Zayn: “Hey, I’mma go shower real quick and then I’ll come join you for dinner.” Zayn said to you. He had just come back home from the recording studio, and he was exhausted. “Alright, babe, I’ll be waiting.” You say, giving him a quick kiss. When he went upstairs, you head back to the kitchen to finish cutting up the cucumbers for the salad. When you finish making the salad, you put it on the table and bring the plates and silverware to set up the table. After the dinner table was completely set up, you wondered what was taking Zayn so long to come down. You climb up the stairs, and walk into your room, finding Zayn snooping through your drawers. “Zayn! What are you doing?!?!?” You cried out, shocked. “Oh, well, I just saw this… and I couldn’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look in it.” He said, holding up a black, lacy piece of lingerie. You quickly rushed to your drawers, sitting down next to Zayn, pulling the lingerie out of his hands and shoving it into your drawer, closing it. “Whyyyyy?” Zayn whined. You sat there, next to Zayn, staring at the floor, blushing a deep red. Zayn put his arms around you and pulled you in closer to him. “I’m sorry babe, I shouldn’t have been looking through your drawers, I was just curious. But - do you think, you know, maybe we could, maybe tonight?” Zayn asked, looking hopeful. You have been dating for almost a year now, and although you knew Zayn was serious in your relationship, you wanted to save yourself for marriage. “No, I don’t think so, Zayn.” You mumble, still looking at the floor. Zayn put a finger under your chin, and pulled your face up to meet his eyes. “Look at me, boo. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you into anything. Would you just tell me why?” He whispered, inches away from your face. “It’s not a big deal, Zayn.” You sigh, but then continue. “I just don’t want to have sex until I get married. It was a promise I made to myself a long time ago, and I’ve always wanted to keep it. That’s all.” You finish, hoping Zayn wouldn’t be mad. “Oh.” Zayn nodded, then pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap. “That’s fine with me, (Y/N). Because I’m definitely marrying you, love.” He smiled against your lips.

Louis: You two were having an overall relaxed day, with nothing to do. You were snuggling up with Louis on the couch, flipping through channels, looking for anything interesting to watch. Bored, Louis begins to poke your side. You jerk away, as you were extremely ticklish. “Stop, Louis!” You squeal, smacking his hand away playfully. “Stop, eh?” He laughs, and then begins tickling you. “No! No! No!” You shriek, getting up and running away. “I’m going to get you, and when I do, you’re in for real torture!” He called out to you, getting off the couch. He began running after you, laughing at your attempts to stay out of his reach. You quietly hide in the living room, standing behind the couch, knowing that Louis didn’t know where you were. Out of nowhere, Louis jumped out at you, tackling you onto the couch. “Aha! I found you!” He said, placing a kiss on your lips. He began tickling you, holding you down onto the couch so you couldn’t move with his arms and legs. He stopped tickling you suddenly, and you became very aware of Louis being on top of you, his body pressed against yours, his lips mere inches away from your lips. “Umm…” You hesitate, and attempt to get up. “No, no. This is perfect. I like this.” Louis says in a serious tone, but smiles. He presses his lips to yours, and moves his hand down your side. Louis’s sweet little kisses began to turn into a hot makeout, with you still underneath him on the couch. A few minutes later, you feel Louis’s hand fumbling with the buttons on your shirt – and you break the kiss, turning your face to the side. Louis acts like nothing happened, and moves his lips down to your jaw, then your neck. “Louis, stop. Please.” You mumble, your voice quavering and quiet. “What, love?” he asks, kissing your neck. “Stop, Louis. Get off me.” Louis immediately pulls away, looking down at you, confusion in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong, (Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asks, worry clear in his voice. “No, no, it’s not you, Louis, it’s just that…” You trail off, blushing. “It’s just that what?” He demands, brushing your hair off your face gently. “I just, I don’t want to have sex. Not now. I want you to marry me first.” You say, avoiding Louis’s eyes, focusing on his striped shirt. “Look at me, boo.” He demanded, and then pulled your chin up. “I love you. I want you to know that. And I wouldn’t ever make you do anything you didn’t want to do. You know that, right?” He says, pulling you up into a sitting position. You felt his hand brush up against your shirt, and you look down to see him buttoning up the few buttons he had managed to pull open a few minutes ago. He put his arms around you, resting his cheek on your head. “I’m going to marry you and make you mine really soon, babe.”

Liam: You had spent the whole day at Liam’s watching movies, talking, and just hanging out together. You had decided to order pizza and have a movie marathon around 11pm, and so you snuggled with Liam under the blanket on the sofa. When the pizza arrived, you both had a few slices and then you scooted closer to Liam, resting your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you. Within a few minutes, you fell asleep against Liam’s chest. He rubbed your arm soothingly, not moving, afraid to wake you up. A few hours later, you woke up, and checked your phone to see that it was 2AM. “Crap, I was supposed to be home at midnight!” You say to Liam, who had somehow managed to stay awake through the movie. “It’s okay, love, you can stay here if you want. It’s too late to go home by yourself now. I can get you a pair of my sweats and a shirt for you to wear.” He said, getting up and heading to his room. He came back with some of his clothes and handed them to you. “Thanks.” You smile, giving him a quick peck. “Um, you can sleep on my bed, and I’ll take the couch for the night.” Liam suggested. “No, silly! It’s your bed! You take it.” You insist. “Okay, how about you go change and we’ll talk about this when you’re done?” Liam chuckled, pointing to the clothes he gave you. “Okay!” You head to the bathroom, and get dressed. When you come out, you find Liam in his room, getting an extra blanket for him to sleep on the couch. “Liam, seriously, if you don’t mind, we can share the bed. As long as, you know…we don’t do anything. At least not until we’re married.” You say, looking down, blushing. Liam walked over to you, pulling you in a hug. “Of course not, babe! You know I’m not like that! I would never do anything like that.” He reassured you. You can’t help but laugh at Liam’s adorableness, and then you climb into his bed. “Ok, Liam. I love you.” You say, pulling the covers over you. Liam turns off the light, and climbs in the bed. He cuddles a little closer to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. “I love you, (Y/N).” He says sweetly, kissing your hair. “I love you too, Liam.” You smile, and fall asleep in his arms.

Niall: “Hey Niall, pass me the milk.” You say, looking down at your recipe book one more time. You and Niall had taken the challenge of making Alfredo cheese pasta from scratch, and it was harder than you both thought it would be. “Here, babe.” Niall said, placing the milk on the counter in front of you and kissing your cheek lightly. You turn around to press your lips to his, smiling, then pulling away. “Enough kissing now!” You laugh. “We need to figure out this recipe!” You groan, reading through the directions once more. You add the parmesan cheese Niall had grated into a pot along with the milk and butter, stirring quickly. You hand the stirrer to Niall, and then go to pantry to get some herbs. Out of nowhere, you feel Niall’s arms wrap around your waist, and his lips press against your neck. “You turn me on when you cook for me, babe.” He moans into your neck, sending goosebumps down your whole body. “I love you.” He says, picking you up and setting you down on the counter, locking his lips with yours. His hands roam your body, then hovered around your belt buckle, trying to unfasten it. “Niall, no. Stop.” You say, pushing his hands away. He looked up at you, a sad look on his face. “Please? We’ve been going out for almost 10 months now! I can’t resist you. You’re too sexy.” Niall whined. “I just- I just want to save myself for marriage. I don’t know. I’ve always wanted it that way.” You say, hoping Niall wouldn’t be upset. His face fell a little, but then he shrugged it off.  “That’s fine babe. I- I understand.”  He sighs, pulling you down off the counter. “Thanks for understanding, Nialler.” You kiss him quickly, then hear something splashing behind you. “CRAP! The sauce boiled over!” You shriek, running to the stove.

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Liam is officially the sweetest and best celebrity out there. Sure, I love all of the other boys too, but Liam is something special. He’s on random girl’s twitcams tweeting them right now. I love him so much. I don’t know how much I can take of his adorableness any more. 

I love him

I’m seriously crying now.

He even talks about the Adventurous Adventures of One Direction