One Direction preference

He finds out you're a good singer.

Harry: You rarely sang, even in the car unless you were alone but as Harry drove with you alongside him, you couldn't help but begin to hum along to your favorite song on the radio. For a moment it was as if you were in another world, until Harry interrupted your thoughts. "I didn't know you could sing so well." His brow was furrowed as he'd discovered something he hadn't known about you. "I didn't realize I was singing out loud." You replied, looking down until he responded, his words serious and holding much meaning to you. "Well you should sing aloud more often."

Louis: Louis leaned against the doorframe, listening to the sweet lullaby you sang as you rocked your child to sleep. "Well I'll be damned." He finally walked inside, watching as you tucked your daughter in for the night. "Lou, watch your language around the baby." You scolded, his laughter causing your little girl to stir in her sleep. "She's asleep see. I'm just wondering how I've managed to be with you for six years, never knowing you could sing that well." You rolled your eyes jokingly, walking to your bedroom. "You've heard me sing." You commented, climbing into bed with him. "Sure, but not like that. I've heard you sing in the car and in the shower when you're not really trying but that was beautiful in there." You couldn't help but smile at his words, uttering a simple thanks, a snicker at his next words. "Now how about a lullaby for daddy?"

Niall: You jumped at the sound of Niall's voice, unaware that he was in the bathroom while you were showering. "What's that you're singing?" He asked, pulling back the curtain a little to find you red faced and embarrassed that he'd heard you. "I thought you were sleeping." You sighed, nervous for what his reaction would be. "Keep singing. You sound nice." He commented, waiting for you to continue, closing the curtain and listening to your voice for the first time really, singing along with each lyric that left your mouth.

Liam: Liam kept quiet as he walked through the house, the smell of breakfast filling his nose and the sound of your voice his ears, a new, beautiful and delicate sound. He only wanted to listen for a few minutes, to relish in the sound of your voice and the way you carried each lyric as though it held such importance to you. He finally cleared his throat, startling you with his presence. "How long have you been standing there?" You asked, turning around to face him, a grin on his lips. "Long enough to find out that my girlfriend is an amazing singer." He answered. "Not as good as you." You blushed, a good morning kiss pressed to his cheek. "I beg to differ." He responded, giving you one of your own along with his compliment.

Zayn: "Mom, you promised you wouldn't get those out." Your eyebrows rose knowingly as your mom walked over to her ancient VHS player. Zayn chuckled next to you, his arm wrapped around you, keeping you in place as the video began to play. "Look at how cute she is Zayn." She ignored you, smiling proudly as you stood on the small stage at your elementary school, belting your lungs out at just the age of seven. "She is cute." He acknowledged your mom, turning to you. "You never told me you could sing." He commented, laughing a little as you groaned, sure to make you sing for him as often as you did him from now on.