One Direction Preferences

193-You're A Fan And He Sees Your Scars

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Harry: ”Finally” your friend breathed as the girls infront of you left and it was your turn to walk up to the boys and get your autographs. You put the CD you wanted to have signed on the table and the boys pushed it further to eachother while you made smalltalk to them and asked them some questions. When it was Harry’s turn your grin got bigger since he always had been your favorite and you thanked him as he handed you the CD. You took it from him and said goodbye, turning around and ready to leave, when suddenly Harry grabbed your wrist and pulled you back against the table. “Do you have twitter?” he asked in the twinkling of an eye, not even smiling at you, and you immediately furrowed your brows, gently nodding your head. “Can I have your user name?” he pushed a piece of paper in your direction and held up a pencil. Confused, you scribbled down your name and twitter name and handed it back to him, still not completely realizing that your celebrity crush had just asked for your twitter. “Thank you..” Harry looked down at the paper, “[Y/N]. — I’m gonna tweet you later, so we can talk about that.” His gaze fell to your forearm and your eyes widened, suddenly realizing what all that was about. “Okay” you quietly mumbled and sucked your lower lip in your mouth, leaving the table. “Bye, [Y/N].”

Niall: ”Wait!” someone yelled as the elevator door started to close infront of your eyes. You immediately put a hand between the door and the wall to stop it from closing and allowed the stranger to get in. “Thank you” he said and smiled down at you when you suddenly noticed that it was none other than Niall Horan. Your jaw dropped and you quickly pulled your phone out of your jeans pocket, asking, “Can I take a photo with you?” Niall chuckled “Sure thing” and leaned into you as you streched out your arm and held the camera in the right angle to your faces. Just as you were about to release the shutter you arm was suddenly pulled down. “What’s that?” Niall asked, just above a whisper, as he rolled up your sleeves to reveal some scars he must have spotted before. “I-” you stuttered and pulled your arm back, pushing your sleeve back down, “I don’t think I wanna talk about this.” Niall nodded and —thank to god— just in that moment the elevator door opened and you stepped outside. “Listen” Niall stopped you and you turned around to face him, not daring to look in his eyes though, “If you change your mind and feel like talking to somebody about this I’ll be waiting for you in the restaurant a floor below — say 7pm — and we can have a talk, alright?” In that moment you didn’t so much realize that Niall Horan was the first one to actually care about you and even ask you on a semi date, but you gently nodded your head. Niall grinned at you just before the door closed again and called, “Hope to see you again, love.”

Liam: Finally after month of saving money you had enough to spend it on going to a meet’n’greet with One Direction, who was one of your favorite bands and you couldn’t be more happy about it. When you got there the boys immediately came to hug you and the other fans, asking some questions and signing stuff for you. You took your photo with them and told them thank you, before going back to your bag that was laying on the other side of the room. “Hey” a voice spoke up behind you and you turned around to be faced with Liam, “Did you like it here?” You nodded your head and smiled, “Yes, I’m happy I finally met you guys.” Liam grinned down at you and said “I’m glad”, but his grin soon faded away and he became serious. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “When I asked you how you were doing earlier you said you were great. But are you really? I mean yes you met us now but I mean generally. Because, well, your shirt rolled up a few minutes ago and I saw there something on your waist, and I don’t think that means you’re doing great.” You gulped hard. You never told anyone that you cut and you surely didn’t want Liam Payne to know about that. You didn’t know what to say and just stared at him with your mouth slightly agape. “See, I don’t wanna see any of my fans doing that and I wouldn’t do that for anyone but there is something about you, so here is my number. If you feel like talking to somebody I’ll be there for you, alright?” Liam handed you a piece of paper and your eyes just widened, but you nodded as Liam dared, “But if you give away my number I gotta change it and I’m gonna make you responsible for it!” And you both started to laugh. “That smile, I don’t want you stop doing that, got it?”

Louis: ”I’d like a strawberry milkshake, please” you told the waitress and handed her the money. When she gave you the milkshake you thanked her and walked to a table on the window of Milkshake City. You were just scrolling through your phone when someone next to you asked, “Do you mind if I take this seat?” And as you looked up there was not just anyone but Louis Tomlinson smiling down at you. You shook your head and said “Not at all”, but thought how awkward as you eyed your One Direction milkshake. Louis thanked you and took the seat next to you, immediately smirking, “Nice choice.” You awkwardly chuckled and quickly went back to your phone, until Louis’ voice interrupted you. “You should stop doing that. It doesn’t do you any good.” Confused, you looked up at him but before you could ask him what he was talking about he ran a hand gently across your wrist when you suddenly realized that your sleeve had rolled up. “I-I gotta go” you stuttered and stood up, taking your purse and milkshake with you. “Wait” Louis stopped you and you took a deep breath, supressing the urge to cry. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. I just think that you don’t deserve this and that you’re to good to hurt yourself. — So if you wanna vent something or just talk it would mean a lot if you stayed.” There was Louis Tomlinson talking to you and you couldn’t believe what he had just offered and even though you had never let anybody in you kind of knew you could trust him. “I won’t judge you” he promised and you agreed, sitting back down on the stool and making Louis smile. “So, what’s your name, gorgeous?”

Zayn: You were just laying on a towel on the beach and reading a book when suddenly something hit the back of your book and flung it right in your face. You gasped and quickly sat up, noticing that the item was a ball that was rolling slowly away from you. “Are you alright?” a boy asked and picked up the ball as you gently caressed your cheek where the corner of the book hit you hard. “I’m okay I guess” you mumbled, still a bit shocked, and looked up a the stranger to realize that it wasn’t actually a stranger but the boyband member Zayn Malik. Turning around, Zayn threw the ball back to his mates and shouted, “I’ll be right back!” He then sat down next to you and bend his legs, resting his arms atop them. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” You instantly shook your head and told him, “Not at all”, because thruth was that you were glad that he sat down with you since you were a big fan of One Direction. You weren’t so sure why he choose you though as there were plenty of other girls on the beach who you thought were so much more beautiful than you. “What’s your name?” he asked and you responsed —not even asking him for his name because you obvisouly knew who he was— but he told you anyway. “Well, I know who you are” you stated and immediately started to feel insecure now that a hot and also famous guy was talking to you, “So why exactly are you here with me?” Zayn looked down at his feet and coughed, “I saw your scars and figured that a little talk might help you.” You snorted and made a face, shaking your head. “It’s not that easy.” “I know. But might as well have somebody to help you through this.”