You walk in on him Naked (1D)

                                    

                                          
 
                          
NOT MINE I AM NOT TAKING CREDIT FOR THESE
                          
Louis: He was your best friend’s brother and you were spending the night at her house, but you’d just gotten out of your sport’s practice, so you were sweaty and needed a shower. She let you into her brother’s bathroom, since it would be weird to take a shower in her parent’s, and she was taking one in hers. Apparently, her older brother Louis, who was almost never home, chose that exact time slot to come home and strip down to nothing in his bedroom, his headphones buried in his ears so he couldn’t hear his shower running. It wasn’t until you were done showering and dressed in your own clean clothes that you walked out of the bathroom, catching sight of all that he had to offer. You couldn’t exactly blame him, the heat was unbearable, but you covered your eyes and swore, trying to make your way out of the room without looking. Everytime that you saw him for the rest of your stay there, you felt your face heat up.
                          
Niall: As very, very close friends, Niall had given you a key to his place so that you could let yourself in whenever you wanted. The problem with that was that after a while you began showing up without announcing yourself. It was going to happen eventually that you would walk in on him when he was enjoying some quality time with himself, if you catch what I mean. “Oh my god, Niall!” You shrieked, slapping your hand over your eyes and shutting the door again. You’d thought he would still be asleep at this hour, but instead he was doing that. You moved out to the kitchen, where you considered bleaching your eyes to get the image out of your brain, but before you could put any action behind those thoughts, he walked into the room, pink face, but laughing, snapping the waistband of his sweatpants into place. “Sorry, Y/N. I’ve told you before that you should call before you come over. Guess you know why now.” He smiled and winked, causing you to blush even deeper.
                          
Zayn: First off, Zayn Malik is a fucking work of art, so walking in on him naked wasn’t exactly a scarring experience for you. He was standing in the locker room of one of their venues and you were a little bit lost while looking for the restroom. It was between sound check and the start of the show, so their security team was probably otherwise occupied. Honestly, you’d never believed those stories of people managing to get lost and find themselves backstage, yet there you stood, pushing open doors because your bladder was about to burst, but so far no luck. And then suddenly you swung open one door to reveal, just in time a locker room/bathroom. Sort of unluckily, Zayn’s bare butt was staring you in the face. A squeal left your lips and if you didn’t have to pee so bad, you would’ve fled the room, but instead you ran to the other side of the room where the toilet stalls were and you locked yourself inside of one. It was embarrassing to say the least when you walked out and had to face him, telling him that you weren’t trying to be a pervert and spy on him, you were just desperate for a toilet. He laughed and told you that he understood, and he helped you find your way back out to the arena.
                          
Harry: Working on tour with them left no doubt in your mind that at some point you would see one or more of them naked. Most times they were in some state of undress, but never before had you seen one of them wholly undressed. Then there came the night that they had off and Harry, Liam, and Niall went out somewhere and came back at 3am absolutely hammered. You were one of the team of people that helped sneak them up to their rooms. You got stuck with Harry. Once you’d got him into bed, you went to go get him a glass of water, only to come back and find him naked as a baby on the bed, passed out. Luckily, all that you could really see was his butt, so you sighed, left the glass of water on the bedside table along with some aspirin and you left. The next morning they sent you to go wake him up; that time you weren’t so lucky and you got the full frontal. Which was actually lucky too depending on how you looked at the situation.
                          
Liam:  If he hadn’t had such a fit body, you would’ve been mortified to walk in on your best friend’s boyfriend while he was changing in their bedroom. “I am so, so sorry, Liam.” Even with those words leaving your mouth, you couldn’t bring your eyes away from him. You could blame it on the alcohol currently coursing through your system, but that wouldn’t seem fair; it was probably more so the fact that you’d been attracted to him since long before they got together. Both of you had warm faces and after a second, he shyly moved to cover up. “Well, at least now I’ll have a mental image to put with the stories that she tells me.” You tried to laugh it off, but that only made Liam’s eyes bug out. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding! Oh my, I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” He reached out with one arm, keeping the other one close to cover himself up. “Wait, Y/N…” He didn’t say anything else, he just stepped closer and cupped your face in his hands, crashing your mouths together.