I had good ideas, but every time I tried to write them, I messed everything up, making it worse than the one before it. My hand grabbed the pen again, and I actually wrote something I liked, something that was ours, a story of her and I.
I watched as her legs separated a little more, her bum sticking out. More than anyone ever has. Not having the slightest clue as to why, you watch as he grabs a sheet from the desk, and pulls the chair to sit in front of you.
Cast Harry Styles as His sexy self. Louis Tomlinson as His sexy self. Not to mention your 20 and a fucking millionaire. It had taken me months to get this far, and I was not going to let it be like that. After he stops smiling wide still. Just show them, pleasseeeee.
You know how hard it is to finish a song?
He starts to sing softly, a song that you had never heard before, words flowing easily from his lips. The hips moving, ass shaking, ass clapping, it was hot. I smiled, instantly less frustrated.
Sitting in the studio, you watched as Zayn constantly scribbled out words, muttering, probably cursing under his breath. A dork and someone with a shitty personality. It shows you how much I love you. Her laugh filled the air as I heard the lock click. She gasped and turned around, "My turn.
Her shorts dropped to the floor too, leaving her in her underwear. It was a big mistake. I tapped the pencil in my hand, guitar balanced on one knee, trying to think of the perfect ending to the song I was working on.
She strutted back to me, sitting on my lap so she was facing me.
Zayn Malik as His sexy self. Niall Horan as His sexy self. Her lips inched closer to my ear as her finger fumbled with my shirt.
Her body turned around and I got the best view of her ass ever. It was only the other lads, there girlfriends and Lou. Her arm pulled a chair out and she patted the wooden furniture.
He chuckles, smiling back at you, nodding, taking a break to sit next to you. After a few minutes of me groaning and moaning, I smirked, bringing my hand back and smacking her large ass.
I crumpled another paper, not liking what I had written, again. She leant forwards, wiggling and grinding on my crotch.
Perrie nodded and pressed the play button.1D Preferences # He's asked about the song he wrote for you Liam: "So, sources tell me you and the lads have a bunch of songs written by yourselves on the new album, yes?" the interviewer inquires, smoothing out her skirt.
"That is. Liam: I crumpled another paper, not liking what I had written, again.I tossed it to the rubbish bin, it falling, bouncing off the mountain of a pile that had been piling up. I had good ideas, but every time I tried to write them, I messed everything up, making it worse than the one before it.
While Louis was on tour you started to write a song that describes what it felt like when he wasn't there was with you. Unknown to you Louis was doing to the same thing on the other side of the world, but for him he was trying to.
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your people. 1D Preferences # You two write a song together Louis: He leans over the piano, resting his chin on his hands as he watches you scrawl down lyrics with interest.
"Stop looking at me and play some tunes or something," you tease, bopping him on the nose with the back of your pen. Read song preferences-Jason Derulo Wiggle from the story -One Direction Preferences- by MelissaWildd (Melissa Wild) with 39, reads. niall, liam, zayn Reviews:Download