One Direction Preferences (tumblr) // 01

Preference 70

Your stomach flips again, but this time it isn't because of the alcohol. It's because your getting butterflies being this intimate with Louis, your heart is racing and your mind is telling you 'Kiss him! Kiss him right now!'.

"I'll treat you how you deserve to be treated.." Louis tells you, continuing to kiss your hair. "Promise?" you ask, and he pulls you away from him.

"Wait, are you agreeing to this?" he asks, his eyes widening in shock.

"I love you, Lou, please just kiss me," you say, sobering up.

"Okay, but after this, I'm going to punch your now EX boyfriend in the face, hope you don't mind!" Louis smiles at you before pulling you in for a long kiss.

HARRY:

"I'm not coming," Harry grumbles and you roll your eyes.

"Why not, Harry? It's my birthday dinner, you'd think you could get over this childish shit for one night!" you hiss at him.

"Sorry, but no, not going to happen," Harry answers you, turning away from you and changing the TV channel. You reach over and grab the remote, switching it off.

"Harry, look at me, seriously," you say, and he glances up at you.

"Brad was kind enough to invite you, he knows the two of you don't get along, but he still invited you. He's at least making an effort, I'd expect my best friend to at least make one too," you say to him, reaching out to touch his hand, but he pulls it away.

"No, don't expect me to make friends with your suck-up boyfriend. He's only with you because he likes the way you look, and I'm not going to fall for that bullshit like you do. I know guys, [Y/N], and I know when they are in a relationship because they are truly in love, and he isn't. I'm sorry, but no, I can't stand to be around that tool, can't you just stay here and we'll have a movie night instead?" Harry jumps up from his couch, and you follow him.

You were used to this, Harry was always complaining about your boyfriend. You didn't understand why, Brad had never done anything to offend Harry or make him mad, you figured Harry was just being a sook and overdramatic.

"Harry, come on, it's my birthday! I don't want to have to choose between staying here with you or having dinner with my boyfriend, that's not fair," you tell him, and he faces you again.

"You wouldn't have to choose if you broke up with him," he stares at you intently, and you try to read his expression.

"What has he ever done to you, Harry? All he's ever done is be completely polite to you, and you treat him like a piece of dirt. Why is that?" you ask, leaning against his kitchen counter.

"Because he gets you and I don't," he whispers to himself, thinking you wouldn't hear.