One Direction Preferences

Glee R.I.P Cory :'(

Liam: ”I love this episode,” you sighed, smiling to the brown eyed boy next to you. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, while he kissed your forehead with his warm lips. “You love every episode,” he laughed, looking how adorably your lips moved in synch with the songs. “True,” you whispered happily, watching how Sam started his solo, making you grin even wider. “He sings baby better than JB himself,” you sighed dreamily, looking how the blond haired boy sang in the screen, “Look Finn’s face, he’s not believing what he sees!” Liam laughed quietly, pecking your forehead gently, knowing how you loved the character. “He’s the reason, you know,” you smiled, looking at the screen, tracing your fingers over Liam’s arrow tattoos. “What reason?” Liam asked, voice confused, when he burrowed his eyebrows, looking at your sudden sad face. “That I started to watch this show in the first place. I loved the romance between him and Rachel. The famous jock and the determined but hated girl…It reminds me about us a bit,” you confessed, making him smile sadly, while he brushed his lips over your forehead. You were just a normal girl with big dreams, while Liam was a pop star with big life and millions of fans. “I love you my Gleek,” he whispered to your ear, making you smile to him, “And like Finn and Rachel, I’ll always choose you.”

Louis: You lied on your back, keeping the ben and jerry tub on your belly while you took big spoonful’s of the delicious dessert. The Glee marathon was on, making you camp to your bed for hours with nothing more than ice-cream tub and box of tissues. Louis was at work, leaving you a perfect alone time to mourn and sing with the best show you knew. “No,” you whined, seeing how smile in Quinn’s face faded in the screen, “No, this is not how it’s supposed to go.” Tears rolled down your already puffed cheeks. You didn’t even try to whip them off, knowing that there would be many more. “Babe, I’m home,” Louis’ voice echoed through the house, making you sigh quietly. “What’s wrong?” he asked the minute he saw you lying on your bed with puffed red eyes. “It shouldn’t be that hard for her, you know,” you sniffled, pointing at the screen where the other Glee stars tried to comfort their friend, “She deserves to be happy.” Louis sighed, small smile on his face when he snuggled next to you, kissing your cheek gently. “You scared the hell out of me young lady, I thought something awful happened,” he shook his head, making you glare at him. “Something awful did happen!” you cried frustrated, pointing the screen, making Louis groan a bit. “They say I’m the drama queen,” he mumbled under his breath before snuggling closer to you, “C’mere babe, it’s gonna be okay, everything is going to be just fine, I promise.”

Harry: “I have something for you kitten,” he smiled, deep voice trying to wake you up from your slumber, “Wake up beautiful, let me give you my present.” You stirred, looking at his smiling face few inches away from yours. “What?” you croaked, voice hoarse and tired. The fever had took away your voice and made your nose hurt. Harry beamed, stroking few hairs out of your sweaty forehead, giving a light kiss to your burning skin, “Just give me a smile kitten.” You smiled at him, trying your best not to sneeze at the same time. Harry chuckled, sitting next to you to the bed full of blankets and fluffy pillows, “That’s my girl.” He handed you a plastic bag, small smirk playing on his face when he shook his brown curls, green eyes on you. “You bought me Glee’s?” you whispered, eyes widening when you saw four dvd-boxes, full of your favorite characters, songs and memories. “Um, I thought you might like that,” he smiled, brushing his lip with his long finger. “I love this, thank you,” you smiled tiredly, keeping the boxes on your lap, admiring your thoughtful boyfriend.  He knew how you loved the show, and how you had spent your teenage with the characters, getting more self-confidence from every episode. Harry smiled, showing his dimples before he crawled under the sheets with you, holding your shivering body against his long torso. “I love you,” you breathed against his Kiss shirt, making him smile to your hair. “I love you too my little kitten, do you want to start watching? I can’t wait to the episode where they sing our songs; it makes me feel popular…”