One Direction Preferences

He gets jealous

He gets jealous
Harry: 'Harry?' You asked him after driving for at least five minutes without him saying anything. 'Harry, what's wrong...' You sighed again. You both were heading home from a party of one of your closest friends. It had been fun until Harry decided to act all weird and wanting to go home right away. There was not much you could say about it, and because you were getting tired as well, you didn't really mind. Until you noticed something was definitely not right for Harry. 'Are you just going to keep quiet or are you going to tell me and maybe we can solve it?' And suddenly Harry stood on his break and pulled the car to the side. When he stopped the motor, he turned himself towards you and his eyes stood angry, frustrated and definitely not happy at all. 'That boy.' He spat. And you were blown away by the sudden outburst. 'Which boy?' You asked him, totally not following. 'He was all over you!' His voice turned higher than usual due to the emotion that was involved. 'I'm going to repeat myself here... Which boy?' You asked again, getting frustrated yourself. And then it hit you. You talked to an old friend from High School for a couple of minutes. But it was so innocent. How could he be angry about it? 'Do you mean Michael? The brown hair dude?' You asked to be sure. He didn't even told you it was him. He just started rambling. 'He was staring at you all night. And when he was talking with you. I swear... He knew exactly you were with me and he just didn't care and he-...' But before he could talk any longer, you pressed your lips against his to make him stop. And he did stop. He relaxed. His shoulders lost its tense. And he completely joined you in the kiss.

Louis: You joined Louis and the boys to the location of an interview. You placed yourself on the side to watch the interview happening, when in the middle of the talking suddenly a boy placed himself next to you. And almost immediately your eyes met Louis' and a frown appeared on your boyfriends face. 'Hello, pretty girl.' The boy started and you couldn't help but move as far as you could to the other side of your chair. 'What brings you here today?' He asked with a smile on his face, telling you he was so sure of himself right now. You wondered if he knew Louis was your boyfriend. Probably not. It just couldn't be. 'If you'd like to go for a drink some time, you definitely need to let me know.' He just rambled on and on and didn't even gave you the chance to respond. Until he suddenly made the intention to lay his hand on your knee, you heard Louis' voice curse on the other end of the room. 'Can I please do this interview without having to look at a random guy hitting on my girlfriend, thank you?' He spoke out while standing up from his chair and walking towards you and the boy. 'You.' He pointed to the guy, who had no idea what was happening. 'Get up from your chair.' You loved sassy Louis and he was very on point right now. The boy stood up right away and Louis picked up his chair and placed it down on the other end of the room. 'That's your new place for the night. Good view. Appreciate it.' Louis finished, walking back at you, kissing your lips before he headed to the boys again. 'I'm sorry. Where were we?' And from then the interview started again. But not without Louis looking back a couple of times to make sure you were alright and not bothered by anyone.

Niall: 'You're late...' Niall appeared from the kitchen with a towel on his shoulder, telling you he was doing the dishes. He wasn't really the controlling type but you could hear the curiosity in his voice, wanting to know the reason why you didn't come home until now. You knew you could just blame it on the traffic, but you figured you were not able to keep this from him. Honesty was one of the main things in your relationship you expected from him, so the least you could do was give him it as well. 'I was on my way to my car and I walked into Finn. We talked for a while.' You told him while undoing yourself from your coat and shoes. 'Finn... The Finn?' Niall's voice sounded higher than usual. 'Yes. That Finn.' Your first love, Finn. Your ex-boyfriend of 3 years, Finn. The boy Niall didn't really like, Finn. You walked towards your frowning boyfriend, kissed his lips a little longer than usual before you made your way over to the bathroom, changing yourself into more comfortable clothes. When you came back into the living room a couple of minutes later, Niall was sitting on the sofa. Staring at your phone on the table. 'He called and texted you.' Niall immediately said when he saw you entering the room. 'Finn did? Did you pick up?' You asked him, while grabbing your phone from the table. You were both very open when it came to answering each other's phone calls. So it surprised you when he shook his head. 'Didn't know if you wanted to hear him.' He muttered, visibly irritated by the whole situation. 'What if I didn't?' You replied, telling him everything he needed to know. Right at that exact moment your phone started ringing again. Finn. Niall stood up, took the phone from you and searched for your eyes. 'You sure?' He asked. And when you nodded, he picked up hearing the boy on the other end of the line he didn't like at all. 'Yes, Y/N's boyfriend speaking.' He said into the phone, walking towards the kitchen, signing to you he would make it short. And you could do nothing other than smile at his satisfying expression, knowing you didn't want any other boy than him.

Zayn: 'Babe?' You heard Zayn's voice call you. You didn't look up from your phone. You always found it difficult doing two things at the same time. Texting and talking together was not your thing. 'Mmh?' You replied, not really paying attention. He was working himself on his laptop after all. He probably just wanted to ask about dinner. Until suddenly he stood in front of you and grabbed your phone out of your hand. 'Why are you not answering my question?' He spoke with a full frown on his face and your phone in his hand. 'Did you ask something?' You stammered, still a little bit shaken up about him scaring you like that. 'I was texting. You know I'm not good in listening and texting at the same time. I'm sorry! What did you ask?' But his angry eyes didn't go away. And you saw him debating whether he was going to repeat himself or just leave it here and not say anything at all for the rest of the night. Because he could be stubborn like that. 'Who were you texting anyway?' He asked instead. He could easily take a look for himself, but you knew he would never do that. Even if he desperately wanted to know. He would never look into your phone without your permission. 'Honey, you can look at it if you want to know.' You smiled. But he didn't do it. 'You tell me.' He replied still not giving in. 'A very, very handsome boy.' You joked, but your smile disappeared when Zayn didn't look amused at all. Instead he just gave you your phone back and walked out of the room. 'Zayn!' You called after him, but he didn't look back. 'Zayn Malik. Why are you so insecure about things like that.' You continued while jumping off the couch, following him. You found him in his room in the house. He was sitting in front of his computer, clicking away without really a goal. You turned his roller chair around and sat yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 'I was texting Lou about helping her tomorrow on the show. She texted back that it was okay and wondered if I could bring some extra products I talked about with her last week. That's it. The only handsome boy I text with is you. You have nothing to worry about. I'm sorry I didn't answer your question. Again... I'm not good in listening and texting at the same time.' You finished with a kiss on his cheek and after that you waited for him to react. He took a couple of seconds before he gave you a guilty looking smile. 'I probably overreacted a bit, didn't I...' He said slowly and you nodded. 'You probably did.' Your voice agreed. 'I'm sorry.' He smiled. 'Just kiss me.' You answered. And he did not wait for you to repeat that again.

Liam: You were watching TV with Liam on a Sunday afternoon, when you suddenly heard the doorbell ring. You laid with your head on Liam's lap, and when you looked up at him you noticed he must have fallen asleep somewhere during the reality show you were watching. So you carefully jumped off the couch, walking to the hallway, ready to open the front door. And when you turned the doorknob and the daylight appeared in your eyes you saw a young man stand in front of you. Probably around the same age as you. He was good looking. Not as fine as Liam, but he was quite handsome. 'Hello.' He started so excited, you wondered why that was. You didn't know him. Never seen him before. He didn't look like a sales man, so you had no clue about what he was going to say. 'I'm Sam and new here. I moved in one of the houses down the road. Number six! Just doing a tour now to get to know the neighbours and stuff!' He smiled widely, while coming a step closer to the front door. It made you feel uncomfortable. He probably wanted to be invited in, but you would never let that happen, mainly because your boyfriend was Liam Payne, member of One Direction. But secondly also because you didn't know this guy and you would never let someone in you didn't know. 'Hi.' You smiled instead. 'Nice to meet you, Sam' You answered him, not even thinking about telling him your name. But of course he noticed that. 'And do I have the privilege to know your name?' He tried, putting on his most friendliest face. Why did Liam decide to sleep now... Why. 'I'm Y/N.' You said, not able to postpone it any longer. 'Oh, well... Very nice to meet you too, Y/N. Your house looks lovely. If you have time, you can come to my place and I will make you a great cocktail. I'm amazing in it. And-...' But before he could finish off being an absolute creep, Liam appeared beside you and you suddenly felt a lot better feeling his arm around your neck. 'I don't think she will. But have a good day and good luck in the new house. Thank you!' Liam spoke to him and before the guy could answer, Liam shut the door and rolled his eyes. 'I don't like the dude. I don't like him at all.' He muttered walking back to the living room, with you following him. 'And I missed your body next to mine. Care to join me again, love?' He proposed, and you couldn't lie next to him fast enough.