One Direction Prefrences

Jealousy

Zayn: "You’re jealous, aren’t you?" Zayn asks you, clearly repressing a smile. “Why do you think that?" you ask him. “You’re face is getting red, you’re biting your lips, and if looks could kill, Tracy would be dead," Zayn says. Tracy was a girl who’d been trying to flirt with Zayn all night. “Okay, maybe a little," you admit and press your face to Zayn’s chest to hide. You could almost feel Zayn smiling as he whispers, “Don’t worry — I don’t like brunettes."

Niall: "Why the hell are you so mad? She’s a friend!" Niall rolls his eyes at you and you cross your arms. “I’m not jealous," you say, almost pouting. “Sure you’re not," Niall says sarcastically. “God, you’re such a drama queen sometimes. It’s not impossible for a guy to have female friends that aren’t girlfriends! It’s like you don’t even know me!" “I do know you!" you protest. “Obviously not, otherwise you wouldn’t f*cking be jealous!" Niall practically shouts. You feel tears prick your eyes and you look away. There’s a pause. Then, “Hey," Niall says softly. “I didn’t mean that. I was just annoyed. I’m sorry." “It’s okay," you sniffle, wiping away a fallen tear. Niall wraps you in his arms, holding you tightly. “I love you," he says quietly.

Liam: “Are you okay, love?" Liam whispers in your ear. You nod your head curtly, even though — no, you were not okay. “Why are you so upset, then?" Liam persists. Your eyes go to the pretty blond Liam has been chatting with all night and Liam’s gaze followed yours. He sighs, “She came up to me. There’s no reason to be jealous. I love you, you know that." You glance up at your boyfriend, his eyes warm brown and sincere. You melt and relax, feeling less jealous by the second, especially when he leans down to give you a heart-stopping kiss.

Louis: Louis is silent on the car ride home after the party. “Say something," you beg. “Like what?" Louis’s voice was taut. “Say you forgive me," you plead. “You’re forgiven," Louis says curtly. “Say and mean it," you amend. He sighs in frustration. “What you did was out of line. You shouldn’t have been jealous and if you were you should have said something to me — NOT her." “I’m sorry!" you cry. “It was stupid of me, I know that." “Then why did you do it?" Louis exclaims, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “I don’t know. I’m sorry." Louis sighs again but relaxes. “It’s okay," he says. “I guess I wasn’t behaving very well either, which doesn’t help, so I’m sorry, too." “It’s okay," you forgive him. “So we’re okay?" you ask. “We’re okay," Louis replies and looks away from the road to look at you. “You’re beautiful, you know that, right? You don’t ever need to feel jealous because I’m talking to a model." “I know," you say softly. “Besides, even if she was prettier, I’d still prefer you. I love you."

Harry: “I think someone is jealous," Harry says in a sing-song voice. “So what if I am?" you say, repressing a smile. “I have a right to be." “No you don’t," Harry says. “I do too," you retort. “How so?" You rattle off the reasons: “One — she’s pretty. Two — she was very flirty with you. Three — you get protective when boys come after me, so why can’t I be protective of you?" “That’s different," Harry tells you. “No it’s not!" you exclaim. Harry brings you to a stop and puts his hand under your chin, lifting your face to look at him. He gives you a passionate kiss and then whispers, “Yes it is, because you are much more likely to be stolen away from me." “Are you saying I would cheat on you?" you challenge him quietly. “No," Harry smiles coyly, “I’m just saying you are much prettier, smarter, funnier and better than me. More boys want you than girls want me." “That’s not true—" you start to say but Harry cuts you off with another kiss.

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