One Direction // 5SOS Interracial Preferences

Requested // (One Direction)

Authors Note

I feel like an absolute bitch, due to the many requested imagines that have been requested and none of them being posted, so right after the part two of Your His Father's Girlfriend, I'll be posting all of the requested ones..

Your POV

Being married to Harry is very difficult...don't get me wrong I love him and we've been married for 5 years now, but this can have a lot of ups and downs

"Hey Arima, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little shopping trip if that's all right" I heard Harry call out randomly

"Sure, I have nothing better to do anyways" I replied switching off the tv and jumping to my feet "so where we going"

"Anywhere your lovely ass wants to go" he replied slithering his arms around my waist and kissing my lips repeatedly

He's cute

"Aight Prada it is" I hollered walking towards our car..cant wait to get this party started

His POV

We walked into the Prada store which is next to Vera Wang...we're never getting out

"Oh my god babe....this purse is legit so beautiful..." I heard her gasp as she let go of my hand and literally ran to the bag

"Oh hell nah...$2,456 dollars for a bag....i hope Jesus came down and blessed this bag with his blood or some shit because this is hella expensive" she ranted looking at the bag with wide eyes

"I'll buy it for you" I simply said grabbing it off the rack

"Uh no you ain't, it's expensive" she replied grabbing the purse

"Arima we're in a Prada store of course it's going to be expensive they're designer...and your the one who wanted to come here anyways" I stated grabbing the bag and walking towards the cashier, and then walking towards the shoe part of the store and randomly grabbed some shoes and placed onto the counter

"Harry you can't just go and grab shoes, what is they don't fit me" she stated

"What size are you" I asked simply

"6"
"They'll fit" I replied turning towards the cashier and smiling

"That will be-OH MY GOD Y-YOUR HARRY STYLES FROM ONE DORECRIONDBDSJH" the girl screamed, piercing my ears

"Yeah hi how are you, how much are these" I asked quickly because once someone screams then attention is turned to me and I get mobbed...which by the way is not fun

"OH MY GOD I-ITS A 6,123 DOLLARSGGFGDF" she screamed jumping up and down as I handed her the money

"Arima, let's go" I ordered grabbing her arm as we quickly walked to the door

"OH MY GAWDDDDDD ITS FUCKING HARRY STYLES JAGENVENEVEJEBEJRRUKRGDNDJ"

And we're to late

Your POV

I've never ran this fast in my life, Harry's hand gripped my wrist tightly as he ran pulling me with him

"You run so slow"he panted pulling me into a corner hiding from the growing mob

"Well I am in heels and you were technically pulling me with you" I replied slightly panting with him

"I don't know how they found me, I called to close the mall earlier" he replied leaning to the side to see if the coast was clear

"Babe, your Harry flipping Styles, they're always going to find one way or another" I replied walking out of the corner

"OML it's Harry's girlfrienddd" I heard someone screech