One Direction Preferences... <3

He makes you feel insecure on an ACCIDENT

Niall: "So (Y/N), are you coming to the MTV music awards tomorrow night too?" Liam smiles over at you. You were mentally high fiving Liam - this provided Niall with the perfect oppurtunity to ask you to go with him. You really wanted to go, and knew he could take a guest, and despite you dropping massive hints, Niall still aparently remained clueless. You tutrn to smile at Niall, who wraps an arm around you before answering Liam, "ah, you don't like that stuff do ya? Not into all the dressing up and stuff are you? Too fussy. Can't say I disagree," he laughs, squeezing your arm. Liam smiles sadly at you, "Aw, thats a shame, it would've been great if you'd come along too,". "Yeah," you smile awkwardly, excusing yourself. Later that night when Niall returns home he finds you sat on the settee, staring at the TV. "Babe, why didn't you say you were leaving? I've been looking everywhere for you, you weren't picking up your phone," he frowns, moving to sit by you, "I was worried,". "Sorry," you shrug, indifferent, "Didn't think you'd mind," you don't pull your eyes away from the screen. "Course I mind," he gently throws his arm over your shoulders, "What are you watching that's so interesting anyway?". "Last years MTV awards," you reply, "You're going to have such a great time,". You see him frown out of the corner of your eye, not quite sure what to make of your behaviour. "All those girls getting all dressed up - I hear Demi Lovato's going to be there this year, she'll look amazing all dressed up i'm sure," you turn to him and smile, somewhat sarcastically. "Yeah, I guess..." he looks at you for a second, "What's up with you? What's all this about? Do you want to go tomorrow, is that it?". "I did, but not now I know i'm an embarassment, and i'd look silly dressed up," tears start to form in your eyes, as you admit your insecurities to both yourself and Niall, "I know i've never been good enough for you, pretty enough, but I never thought it bothered you that much,". He wipes away a tear from your cheek, "Hey, don't be daft," he wraps his arms around you to hug you, "You should know I think you're the prettiest girl in the world. And i'm sure, no I know that you'd look just as fantastic all dressed up," he reassures you, stroking your arm, "If you'd wanted to go so much, why didn't you just say?". You shrug, mumbling, "It wasn't my place to invite myself,". You tense as he starts to laugh, "You think i'd want anyone but you by my side?" he shakes his head, "I only didn't ask because I thought you hated that type of thing,". "Sorry," you kiss his neck gently, "For overreacting,". "Nah, i'm sorry for being a useless boyfriend," he laughs, and you nudge his side, "Now, would you (Y/N), my beautiful girlfriend and love of my life, do me the honour of accompanying me to the award show tomorrow evening?".

Louis: "... and here, meet my pretend girlfriend, Carrie. Carrie, this is my real girlfriend, (Y/N)," Louis introduces as Carrie smiles at you warmly, "It's great to finally meet you, Louis' told me a lot of great things about you,". Louis had brought you onto the set of the bands newest music video, and insisted on showing you everything and introducing you to everyone. You stood awkwardly with Louis' arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as he held an animated conversation with Carrie. Looking down, you notice Louis' hands slowly stroking your stomach - why was he doing that? You weren't pregnant. Your stomach wasn't that big was it? Ok, it was no way near as flat as Carrie's, but that didn't mean he had to stroke it. As the week went on, you became increasingly more paranoid about your stomach, pushing Louis away and making up excuses to get away everytime his hands went near your abdomen. "Ok, what's up?" he cracks one day, and you raise an eyebrow in his direction, "You won't even let me near you with a barge pole these days. What's going on?" he stares down at you, hands on hips. "You've always got your hands on my stomach," you confess, knowing it's no use lying to him, "And I know it's big, a lot bigger than Carries but -" the expression on Louis' face cuts you off. "One, your stomachs not big, it never has been, it's perfect. Two, what does Carrie have to do with your stomach?". "Well, she's slim, and pretty, and you get on well, and I thought," you mumble, sighing, "I don't know what I thought,". "Carrie hasn't even got a penny on you love," he reaches out to pull you in for a hug, "And as for resting my hand on your stomach, I've always done it. When we first started dating you said you liked it. That it made you feel relaxed and protected," he moves a strand of hair out of your face, "If you want me to stop, I will. I didn't realise it bothered you,". You shake your head before resting it on his chest, hugging him a bit tighter, "No, it was just me being silly and jealous,".