One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) <3

A Member Of The Wanted Hits On You ~

A MEMBER OF THE WANTED HITS ON YOU:

HARRY:

You look around the club, searching for your friends who were half an hour late.

You unlock your phone, checking for messages.

'Aww, babe, you stood up?' A voice says.

You turn to see, Jay McGuiness, sitting on the barstool next to you.

'Uh, no. My friends are late' You look back at your phone.

'Hey, I'm not judging! If you're stood up, I'm right here' He winks.

'Thanks but no thanks' You smile sarcastically, getting ready to leave.

'Camaan, one dance?' He grabs your hand stopping you.

'Jay, you old dog! I think she rejected you or was that not clear?' A very familiar voice speaks.

You're absolutely stunned to see Harry Styles from One Direction when you turn around.

'Really?'

'Really. Babe, do you want to go out with him?' Harry asks you.

'Uh, no' Still in awe of Harry's presence and at the fact he called you 'babe'.

'There you go. Now hands off and goodbye' Harry smiles smugly.

Jay stares at him coldly, leaving.

'Sorry about that. He's a bit of an ass' Harry grins.

'Thank You. Btw I love you!' You say, hugging him.

'Thank you love. Mind if I buy you a drink?' He laughs, atrracted by your fowardness.

'Ofcourse' You smile.

ZAYN:

'I love this song!' You jump up, grabbing Zayns hand.

'Come dance!' You pull.

'You go ahead' Your best-friend smiles at you.

'Sure?' You ask, already moving to the music.

He nods.

You run to the dancefloor and join the crowd, moving to the music.

Suddenly you feel your personal space being invaded. Someone almost grinding against you.

You turn around to see Max George.

Your eyes widen.

'Wanna dance?' He comes closer.

You knew Zayn hated him more than anyone else, so you try to make a quick exit.

'Sorry, I need to get going' You turn around.

'One dance' He grabs your wrist, grinning.

'Get your fucking hands off her'

Zayn snarls, suddenly standing beside you.

'Oh, It's Zayn Malik from Faggot Direction' He laughs.

'I'll dance with whoever the fuck I want. Go away' He smirks.

'Get.Off.' Zayns eyes telling him not to mess around.

'What's your problem Malik? She your girlfriend?'

'Yes' He answers.

You look at him surprised, but say nothing.

'See I don't think that's true' He smiles, having caught your expression.