One Direction Preferences

Preference 24- He Finds Out Your Phobia.

"It's nothing really, can we just go home please?" You ponder. Trying to change the subject.

"No, not until you tell me why you wanted to get out of there so fast."

You take your hand away from his and put your head in your hands, "I just don't like being in a quiet room. You could call it a phobia, I don't know. I've never asked anyone about it. But whenever I'm in a really quiet room I just get really annoyed and I want to shout. It just makes me feel uncomfortable, that's all."

Zayn turns your head up to look at him and then leans in for a kiss. When he breaks away he speaks again, "If you felt like that you should of just said. I would of just gone in another time. Seriously (Y/N) you need to tell me these things." He sighs, thinking that you can't trust him.

"Okay, I'm sorry." You speak giving him another kiss.

"Do you want to go back now?" Zayn asks you. You nod your head and smile, Zayn taking your hand and walking back to the car.

Liam: You live in an apartment building with Liam, and you're a fair few floors up above ground floor. To get to your 'house' you have to take the lift (elevator). You never do though; you go up the emergency stairs. Liam always annoys you and asks why you always go up the stairs, which are meant for emergencies only, not the lift. One night you come home quite late from a meal out with Liam and his sisters as they're in town and the emergency stair door is locked. "No no no no no no." You say over and over again trying to get the door open.

"What're you doing (Y/N)? You're going to get us kicked out!" Liam proclaims, pulling you away and going to press the button for the lift. "You can take the lift, I'll wait here until someone comes and unlocks it." You announce and lean against the wall crossing your arms against your chest.

"No, you're coming up the lift, whether you like it or not."

He walks over to you and pulls you away from the wall, he has a tight grip on your arm and he's not letting you go anytime soon. "Let me go!" You screech as the lift opens. "No." He replies bluntly as he pulls you into the lift. You're in the lift and the doors are about to close when you start to faint, the last thing you see is the two doors for the lift meeting and everything goes black.

**LATER ON** You open your eyes, your vision still blurry from when you hit the floor. You sit up slowly trying to gather your surroundings. A sigh of relief escapes from your lungs when you realize you're home, safe. "Are you okay love?" A voice from beside you asks, you turn in the direction of the voice and see Liam sitting on the settee next to you. "I don't know... how did we get in here?"

"I used a thing called a key, I put it in the lock and then turned it and do you know what happened? The door opened, yeah, magic I know. Then I walked in with you and put you on the settee."

You roll your eyes and lie back down, "I'm not thick Liam."

"Sorry," he starts as he kisses the top of your head, "We used the lift and then you fainted." You sigh as you remember what happened. "Care to tell me what that was about?" Liam demands, pulling you in for a hug.

"Well..." You pull away and look at him, "I was going to tell you a while ago but I never got the chance. Basically a few years ago I went to my friends birthday party and we watched final destination two. You know the one where the lady gets stuck in the lift?" Liam nods his head, "Yeah well, ever since I watched that I never went in a lift again."

"But you just did, and were you fine?"

"I FAINTED!" You shout, laughing though. Liam laughs along with you.

"Yes, but you didn't get your head stuck in the doors you were fine, I'm glad you at least did it." He kisses you softly.

"So am I." You admit. "So am I."

Niall: You and Niall are watching a movie together when he gets bored half way through and starts talking to you about nothing. You pretend to be interested and nod at things you should be disagreeing about. "What? So you think I should dye my hair back brown?"

"What, no. Sorry, I wasn't listening." You admit, feeling bad.

Niall sighs and goes quiet. A few minutes later you look up and Niall's looking at you, right in the eyes. "Niall, don't do that please." You entreat, looking away from him straight away. "What? I've never looked at your eyes before." He says trying to get you to look at him again. "Niall, please." You knock his hand off of your shoulder and get up to go into the kitchen. Niall quick to follow. "(Y/N), what's the matter with you? Why can't I just look at you, I know it sounds weird when I say, "Can I look in your eyes?" but... just why? Why?"

"Because." You answer. Not wanting to take the conversation any further.

"Because of what? (Y/N) that's not a real answer and you know I hate it when people go, 'because'."

You sigh and turn round to face Niall, "Because I have a phobia of looking into peoples eyes. I reeeally don't know why but when I do I get shivers and I just feel dizzy and stuff and I just don't like it." You absolutely hate telling people your phobia because they just make fun of you. "Do you hate me now?"

"Hate you? For having a phobia? Of course not princess. People all over the world have bizarre phobias and you're one of them. Don't worry about it, I still love you."

You smile at him and try, just try to move your eyes up to his, but you can't. You simply can't. "Urgh, I TRIED!" You exclaim, feeling like you want to cry. Niall moves closer to you giving you a hug. "I love you too." You say back.

Harry: "Do you need any help?" Harry asks floundering into the kitchen and placing his hands on your hips. You're making tea for both of you and it's not that hard. But you have to cut a lot of things and you're afraid you're going to cut yourself in the process. "No, I think I'm good thanks."

"Okay then." He says slipping away and sitting down near you at the kitchen table. You place a pepper on the chopping board and put your knife on the pepper where it needs to be cut. You hold your breath as you make a cut; it slices into the pepper easily. You exhale and mentally cheer for yourself. You can feel Harry's eyes on you as you make another cut to start dicing the pepper. You're going at a good pace; easily cutting it but when you forget to move your finger out from under the pepper it slices into that too, immediately drawing blood. "Oh my god no." You shriek as you remove your finger, blood all over the tip. "Jesus christ." You mumble before getting woozy.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry's quickly beside you when he hears what's happened. "Does it hurt?" He asks while he's running it under the cool tap water.

You shake your head, turning it away, "I couldn't give two damns about it hurting it's the blood I'm bothered about." You shiver at the thought of blood dribbling out of the cut. "I can't, I can't." You sigh feeling your body getting heavy.

"(Y/N), it's okay, there's not much blood you're fine." Harry tries his best to soothe you but it just doesn't work. "I'm going to faint." You shut your eyes and try to forget about it.

"Please don't." Harry mumbles whilst drying your finger and wrapping a bandage around it. He sits you down on the chair and sees the beads of sweat starting to form on your brow. Once you're sat down you feel fine, the thought doesn't bother you and it's the first time you've never fainted when coming across your own blood. "I did it... I DID IT!" You scream with glee throwing your hands up in the air. You feel so elated with yourself, "I did it." You whisper again to yourself.

Harry moves closer to you and kisses you, "you did it." He whispers against your lips and kisses you again.