Hey,
so here is another preference. I hope you like it I was and still am in exam stress but I still try to write them. So, have fun. And maybe a little feedback please?
Louis: You are walking out a dog for money. Usually the dogs are small and sweet but this one is big, his head is where your waist is, and he is strong. Sometimes you really struggle keeping him on the right path because he wants to go to another direction. “Excuse me? Do you mind telling me what time is it?” a woman asks you. You hold Rex’ lead in your left hand, take out your phone and tell her what time it is. That’s when Rex starts to bark and runs away. You are right-handed and that’s why you can’t keep Rex back from running away. “Rex, stop!” you yell and chase after him. He is running towards a ball and starts playing with it. You bend down and take the ball from him, hiding it behind your back. “Bad boy” you say calmly while pointing with a finger on him. “Don’t be mad. He just wants to play.” You look up at the boy you haven’t noticed before and your jaw drops a little seeing Louis Tomlinson. “That doesn’t mean he should run away like that” you shoot back and give Rex a death glare. He gives you a puppy look and whines like one. You reach your hand to Louis, wanting Rex’ lead which he is holding in his hand. “Under one condition. I want your number and your name” he says. “No” you scoff. “Then you’re not getting him back.” “Then you’re not getting your ball back.” “I can buy another one but can you buy another dog?” You say nothing and he gives you a sassy grin. Suddenly, Rex shoves you from behind while he tries to get the ball from you. You fall forward straight into Louis’ arms. “Lucky me” he says and his grin grows. You try to wiggle out of his arms but his grip is too strong. “Just give me your name and number and you’re free.” You sigh in defeat. He reaches for his pocket to get his phone with one hand while still holding you with his other arm. He hands it to you and you type your name and number in. Louis calls it just to make sure you have given him the right number and smiles cheekily when your phone rings. He puts his other arm again around you not keeping his word. “Would you let me go now?” you ask while blushing a little. What when someone sees you two? You don’t want to get any hate. He gives you a small peck on the cheek and says “I’ll meet you then.” He frees you and you take Rex’ lead and walk away. Louis’ ball is on the ground. You struggle if you want to look back or not. Suddenly your phone goes off and you reach for it. >Tomorrow then? 4 pm?< It is a text from Louis. You look back to him, seeing that he is looking at you. A smile conjures up your face. He is maybe is worth all the hate, you think. >Lets see< you text back.
Harry: You are waiting for the traffic light to turn so that you can pass the street. Suddenly a little puppy walks past you on the street and before you can do anything a car appears. The car tries to evade but it’s too late and hits the puppy. The car stops and a boy walks out. You rush to the little puppy and bend down. “Are you okay?” you ask the boy who looks familiar to you and bends down next to you. “Yeah I’m fine but what about him?” You look at the trembling and whining dog. You try to check if he’s alright but he winces when you touch him and you don’t. “No I don’t think so” you say. “I’ll bring him to the vet.” “Can I come too?” you ask. “Yeah.” You pick the puppy carefully up and sit on the passenger seat. You put the dog on your lap and stroke the puppy trying to calm him. At the vet you get to know that his leg is sprained and it’s no serious fracture. “Who is the owner?” the vet asks. You look at the boy and then it hits you. He is in the boyband called One Direction but you don’t know his name. “We actually don’t know. But I can take him and try to find the owner” you say. “I would take him but I’m in stress and I can’t look after him. But I will help you finding the owner. And if he causes any trouble just tell me and I’ll figure out something after all it is my fault” he say looking at the puppy sympathetically. You shake your head. “It’s not your fault. It’s the puppy's fault. I saw it.” He nods but still looks guilty. “By the way I’m Harry.” “Y/N.” “Give me your phone number and we try to sort this out together.” You nod and give him your number but not believing he will ever call you. Not because he doesn’t care, he does you can see it in his face. But like he said he is a busy man. You are surprised at the next day when he really calls asking about the puppy and wants to meet up with you. You meet at your place, making some want ads and also hanging them up in the neighbourhood where the accident happened. You have a lot of fun and even the puppy looks good. You also meet the next days taking the puppy out which both of you named Sugar Bun because he is so sweet. You are still trying to find the owner although both of you will be sad when he leaves. And then one day when both of you come back from a walk with the puppy his owner, a little boy, is waiting at your house for the puppy. Harry and you give your goodbyes and look very sad. Then you realize you’re not only sad because the puppy left but also because Harry will leave. He has no reason to hang out with you again. He stays the afternoon to console each other and leaves in the evening. You are standing in your doorframe avoiding his gaze. “Soooo, I’ll go then.” You nod still not looking at him. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me? Maybe tomorrow?” You look up to him with your jaw dropping. “No?” he asks. You shake your head. “Oh” he mumbles. “No” you say fast. “I mean yes. No I mean no. What? No. I mean ye…”You sigh while a smile conjures up your face. You take a deep breath before talking. “I would love to grab a coffee with you.” He smiles widely. “This is a date then?” You nod. He bends down, kissing you and lingering on to your lips for a moment. “Great” he mumbles and you nod in amazement, not able to talk. He walks away and you shriek happily when you think he is too far away to hear it but he still does and smiles to himself.
