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A/N: This is just the idea that Louis likes to touch his boys and his boys like to be touched and it's completely innocent until it's not. "Harry, your skin is really soft." Louis stares in fascination at the contrast of their skin tones as his fingers trace the inside of Harry's wrist delicately from where it's resting against his where they sit side by side on the sofa. Harry looks up at Louis, his mouth open to reply, when he notices the look on Louis' face and decides to leave it. Louis' fingers press lightly into the skin, as if he's afraid he'll break Harry, and Harry finds himself leaning into his touch, the light pressure surprising

A/N: So I really like this plot. I don't know if it will turn out well or not but I hope it does 'cause I love it. But yeah, here's some cute Ziall brotherly stuffs that I just thought would be really cute. AND BEFORE YOU GET AT ME, yes I know Niall's hair wasn't always blond but this is (unfortunately) fiction so shh. HERE YOU GO: "Yes! In your face, Louis!" Zayn fist pumps the air and grins, staring at the TV screen as his soldier takes the flag. "Fuck you, Zayn," Louis curses through his headset, only making Zayn taunt him. "It's only a game, Lou Lou," he parrots, copying Louis' words from only about ten minutes ago. "Shut up." "Bi

A/N: People wanted Narry, and as I'm currently working on a few stories, here they are in a drabble instead. Oh, and Niall is a puppy hybrid because he's too scrappy for regular Harry. Harry is a cupcake. Dedicated to stylesalecki (https://www.deviantart.com/stylesalecki) for reading it and determining the cuteness factor c: "Harry, put Niall down now." "But he's so cuddly and adorable." "No, Liam has to put him to bed, put him down." Harry pouts at Louis, putting his head next to the puppy hybrid's and looking up at Louis. Niall licks Harry's cheek, and Louis' heart melts. He opens his mouth to tell him, okay, five more minutes, but then Niall starts licking the spot where Harr

Harry doesn't know what he's doing on Strictly Come Dancing on a Monday afternoon. He's a singer, not a dancer, but for some reason his manager has accepted the request for him to be on the show. As he waits for his dance partner to turn up, he hopes he won't suck too badly - he doesn't want to humiliate himself on live television. Suddenly, he hears the click of the door opening and light footsteps approaching, so he looks up to take in the person he will be dancing with. He expects a girl, but is shocked when he sees a young man instead, carrying a rucksack on his shoulder, dressed in joggers and a thin shirt. He takes in his figure, admir

Liam knows he shouldn't be humming so loudly, but the lad can't help it. Over the past few days of the competition, the brunette managed to knock out three of his competitors. One had tried ambushing him and although he was caught off guard, Liam had been able to flip the tables in his favor, sending the contestant home. Others tried tickling him too, but he was able to escape without a scratch, or a giggle. Basically, Liam is hot shit and he knows it too. Striding by the river, the brunette hunts for whatever he can get. Avoiding being eliminated has taken its toll on the young lad; Liam has had no food for more than twenty-four hours and t