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Snapbacks

Snapbacks

Liam: "Hi babe!" Liam greeted, waving his hand across the screen. You grinned from the other end, rolling over to your stomach, your legs swinging back and forth, chin resting on the palms of your hands. "How has your day been?" you enquired. "Oh, I got a new hat," he dove behind him, snatching something out of a plastic bag. In the darkness of his room, you watched him plop it onto his head, before turning back to the screen. "You know we aren't going to have any room left in the closet right? We're gonna have to throw out some food to make place for all your new hats," you said giggling. This earned a chuckle from Liam, as he just shook his head, not having a response either.

Zayn: You leaned against the open front door of your house, watching the dark car creep its way down the street, before slowly rolling to a stop in your driveway. The side door slowly rolled open and Zayn climbed out, red snapback perched high on his, for once, flat hair. Grinning, you jogged down the porch steps, taking one final leap and landing in his awaiting arms. He lifted you off the ground, spinning a few circles around before settling you down on the ground for a long, much missed, kiss. Lips brushing against eachother, you reached up and snatched the hat, placing it on your own head with a sly grin. "Welcome home, babe."

Louis: "I don't know what possessed you to wear the snapback," you mused, tilting your chin to look up  at him, "but whatever did, I should thank it." He laughed, passing an arm around your waist, tugging on your hip to pull you closer. "You like?" he wiggled his eyebrows, running his hand through the short fringe poking out from underneath. "You look very attaractive," you answered with a snort. Tearing the hat from his head, he placed it instead on yours, grinning proudly. "I think you look better in it."

Niall: "Don't do that," you stated bluntly, turning towards him. "Don't do what?" he asked innocently, crossing his arms and peering at you from under the bill of his snapback. "Don't wear that tank top and snapback around the house." "Why, can't handle it?" he challenged, raising his eyebrows. With a smirk, he took a step towards you. Harshly biting your bottom lip, you took an equal step back. "No, I can." Yet, he had you trapped against the wall before you could blink, biceps supported on either side of your head as he asked again, "Are you sure you can?"

Harry: "A new way to control the curls?" you giggled, reaching up on your tiptoes to inspect the black snapback containing his unruly curls. "No," he said, swatting your hand away. It was silent for a few seconds as he draped his arms around your lower back, pulling you closer to him. "Okay, maybe it is," he admitted. You linked your arms around his neck, at first playing with the curls at the nape of  his neck, before slowly peeling the snapback from his head and tossing it aside. "I like your messy bed head better," you said leaning in for a kiss.

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