One Direction Preferences

6th member

Liam: Liam wasn't really opposed to a girl entering their world, sharing their fans, and getting some of the crazy. He did, however, mind when the whole world took you in their arms and practically pushed him out of the picture.

He despised you for it. He hated that you were so attractive, fit and didn't mind running around on stage to their flat choreography. He hated how gorgeous you were, and he hated that he loved you so much that he couldn't look at you without wanting to haul you up into his arms and kiss you.

And by God did he let you know how much he hated you for it. He pushed you around, made you feel weak, but in the end had to exit the room himself, unable to take it anymore.

Liam wasn't just mean, he was terrifyingly attracted to you and it shone in his eyes as he stared at you across the room during interviews, watching your lips move around words, casually bringing up your love life (too frequent) and your happiness in your relationship (another blow).

Liam would stare at you from a distance for a little longer, still, until he could finally pull you into a closet and confidently kiss you. For now, though, he would settle for admiring you, confusing you with his staggeringly different speeds of emotion.

Niall: "You know what, I think that we should date," Niall said, looking up at you. You look down at him, staring into his blue eyes, and you can tell he means it.

"Niall, twenty minutes ago, you were telling me how much you wanted me to jump off of something," You said, pulling on the blankets that were settled over top of you. He was laying on his side, staring up at you, hands playing with your own.

"Yeah, and then..." Niall winked, and you felt your heart clench a little, but you pushed his head away.

"Stop, you are so cheesy," you said, sliding down the bed until you were laying under him, and it was his turn to look down at you. He reached forward, taking your bottom lip in his fingers, running his tips over it with his callused skin.

"I really mean it. I like you," Niall said.

"When I first entered this band, you could've watched me die and never felt a thing."

"Yeah, but you were good and I was embarrassed that I got a boner every time you moved a pinky."

You couldn't help but laugh, snuggling into his chest, "We can try, but you have got to stop calling me sugar tits in front of the boys."

Zayn: "Zayn, did you steal all of my Marlboros?" You called from your shared dressing room.

"Why would I steal that shit? I hate those things," Zayn muttered from the couch in the middle of the room. You rooted through your bag, groaning as the need for a smoke rose up in you.

"I know you took them. I'm not an idiot," you said, turning to look at him. Ever since you two had to start sharing a dressing room, he'd gotten crabbier and crabbier.

"I didn't take any of your fucking cigarettes, (Y/N)."

"Then can I get a loan? I'm dying here," You pushed your bag away from you to feel a smack at the back of your head. You turn around to see your empty pack of cigarettes laying at your feet, and a smug looking Zayn staring back at you.

"You are such an asshole. I hate you. Why do you have to make my life hell?" You said, tears running down your cheeks from a day too long and with too much stress.

"Because I don't want you here. I don't want you to be in this band," Zayn said, standing up and slowly staggering over to you, "I don't want you to stand in this room with me, and take up my space."