One Direction Preferences

First Gift He Buys You

First Gift He Buys You

Harry: “Harry?” You walked into the living room, holding a little, black box. “What’s this?” Harry turned red and jumped up off the couch, “Oh my gosh. Uh…,” he stood there for a second, before taking a deep breath, “It’s a present. For you. I was going to give it to you before we went to the award show this week… but,” he gave you a small smile, “Go ahead.” You beamed, ripping the box open, before your jaw dropped. “Harry…” You whispered, looking up and him, and then back to the gorgeous pair of diamond drop-earrings. “This is too much.” Harry grinned, walking over to you and kissing you softly. “No it’s not,” he ran a thumb across your cheek, “It’s just perfect.” 

Liam: “Hey, babe?” Liam called out into your flat, arriving right on time to pick you up for your three month anniversary date. “Coming,” you smiled, appearing at the top of you stairs and going down to meet Liam. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hand and kissing your cheek softly, “You look lovely. But before we go, I have something for you.” “Do you?” You raised your eyebrows and looked at him excitedly. “Well,” he took a deep breath, “You need to go pack before we leave, because after dinner, we’re going to Madrid, babe.” “What?” You looked at him with wide eyes, “Your first gift to me is…” “A weekend in Spain,” Liam finished proudly, “Is that okay, [Y/N]?” You squealed in excitement and ran upstairs to pack a bag in response. 

Louis: “Hey, [Y/N]?” Louis called into the flat, looking for you. “Yes?” You poked your head out from the kitchen. You and Louis had had your first major fight that morning, about him leaving you for tour for months. “I got you something,” he whispered sheepishly. You rolled your eyes, going back into the kitchen, “Isn’t that nice.” Louis followed after you, bag in hand. “Please open it.” You sighed, grabbing the bag and looking inside. You stopped, gasping and holding back a few tears when you looked inside. It was Louis’ soccer jersey, a big black seventeen on the back, but with [Y/N] embroidered across the back. You picked it up, holding it. “It smells like you,” you murmured quietly. “I know,” Louis sighed, “I was thinking… maybe if you slept in it…” But you cut him off, throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him repeatedly. “Forgiven.” 

Zayn: You were snuggled up close to Zayn in bed, the both of you spending a lazy morning together. “Hey, [Y/N]?” Zayn whispered, kissing you gently, “I have something for you. Stay here for a second, okay?” You sat up in bed, curious but agreeing. Zayn had never gotten you anything before. He walked back in a few seconds later, holding a fancy pink box, smiling wide, proud of himself. He handed it to you, climbing back into bed, and you started tearing at the paper. You gasped, pulling out the luxe bottle of perfume you had fallen in love with shopping last week - but couldn’t afford yourself. “Zayn…” You looked at him, eyes wide. He just giggled, kissing you softly, “You deserve it.” 

Niall: “I have an idea!” You sat up on the couch, “Is it… movie night?” “Nope,” Niall shook his head, pushing you into the bathroom. “Get ready, we have to leave soon!” Niall was taking you on some sort of surprise date, his first gift to you. But you had no idea what you were doing. About an hour later, you felt the car go into park as Niall came around and opened the passenger door, smoothly pulling the blindfold off you. You gasped, realizing his car was sitting in the parking lot of the Manchester football field. You were a massive fan, but you had told Niall on your first date you had never actually been to a game. “Are we…?” You looked at him, hands covering your mouth. He nodded, biting his lip and smiling, excited, “We sure are, babe! Good present?” You jumped out of the car and hugged him, kissing his face. “Perfect!”