One Direction Preferences

#46 Tennis Court(Lorde)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8Ymd-OCucs

Harry: But I know they'll never own me...

 "...and so we hope you understand this is nothing personal. It just that at this point in his life settling on one girl isn't what he needs. You have become a distraction, and its harder to get him to do things." The old bald man said from across the table. He reached the table trying to rest his hand atop your. "Of course nothing personal.." You whispered pulling your hands back and standing up, quickly leaving the room before you had to hear another word. For the past hour you sat in the room listening to the managers a modest tell you all the reasons you and harry need to break up. "He needs to have more celebrity options." "We don't need any accidents" "Your holding him back" Tears flooded your eyes as you drove to your flat, even if you don't listen they will make sure it ends. They know exactly how to get you to do things, poke at your weaknesses. They know you would never do anything that would hurt his career so they dangle that in front of you. You walked into the flat and right by harry, keeping your head down so he could see your face. "How was your day?" He asked reaching out to hug you. When you didn't say anything and kept walking you could heard him following behind you. All you could think about was getting your things and leaving. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He worried. "Not now harry." You groaned slamming your bedroom door and locking it behind you. "Babe, what's wrong?" He begged from the other side of the door. "I think I'm holding you back, at this point you could be doing way better." You yelled letting the tears fall freely now. You grabbed all the clothes that you could find and threw them into your duffel. "Think about it Harold, you don't want any accidents your only turning 20 years old." You got to your knees, picking up all your clothes from the floor. Some how you knew from the start this would probably only end in pain, but of course... A loud crack came from the door, he had turned the door knob hard enough to break the lock. "What are you talking about, what's wrong?" He asked again getting on his knees next you. His usually happy expression, completely replaced with fear and confusion. "Your talking crazy, what's going on? Where are you going?" He scanned the now clean room. "Today I met with modest and they said it was time, we end it. I'm just ruining things for the band. They don't want you to have any surprises." You sniffed zipping up the duffle bag and trying to stand. Harry held you down his expression now only show anger. "What the hell, no, no, no. They don't get to decide what happens in my life they don't own me. They will never own me. They are angry there is no drama, I happy, I'm so head over heels in love and that drives them insane." He pick the duffle bag full of clothes up and threw it into the closet. "It's me and you," He assured, his green eyes piercing yours, before her gave you a quick but desperate kiss.

Liam:(His POV) Pretty soon ill be getting on my first plane, ill see the veins of my city like the do in space...

 She nervously twiddled her fingers and chew on the inside of her cheek in the seat next to me. This would be the first time she ever flys, and the current situation was not doing anything to help with that anxiety. Every one had boarded the plane and at the last moment they decided we would wait for the wind to die down a bit. I took one of her small hands in mine, bringing it to my lips. "Relax babe, were still on the ground," I chuckled against her soft skin. She looked up at me, the same innocent tired eyes I fell in love with, filled with concern. She lifted the arm rest between us, and wrapped her small arms around my chest, resting her head at the base on my neck. "I don't want to go," She whimpered into my chest. "Baby Australia is beautiful, I promise I wont let anything happen to you" I whispered back. She sighed against my chest and within 10 minutes I could hear her light snoring. When the captain came over the intercom she jerked up into her seat, and gripped my hand tighter. The cabin lights turned off and the plane accelerated down the run way, I could practically feel the nerves radiating from her. "Hey Y/N look," I whispered to her pointing at the open window next to me." The lights of the city below us glowed against the dark sky. She took a deep breath and let go of my hand now completely absorbed by the brilliant lights. "Oh My God Liam," she gasped pointing down at something. But I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her eyes no longer nervous, she glowed like the city itself. "Its beautiful," She gushed. "Your beautiful," I thought aloud.  She turned and gave me a heart stopping smile before turning back toward the window.

Niall: Everything's cool when were all in line for the thrown. But I know it's not forever...

 You watch as your boyfriend and his bandmates walk down the red carpet, it come so naturally to him its crazy. He smiles, and waves. The cameras flash from every angle. Even though you tried to walk into the event secretly to avoid al the cameras they managed to find you... "Are you excited for Niall tonight?" A pap said sticking a large microphone in your hands. "Of course I am, I'm proud of all the boys." You said quietly and kept walking. "Is it true that you got into a fight with Barbra Palvin?" The question stunned you, no you hadn't gotten into a fight, but the media wont seem to drop it. Suddenly a hand wrapped around you arm, and you were at Niall's side. His light blues eyes scanned you, "Are you alright?" He asked over the screaming fans and camera flashes. You nodded and followed him to your seats.

"And the winner of best new album 2014 is..." Selena read the card in her hands. Niall crossed his fingers in his lap next to you. "ONE DIRECTION" She screamed into the mic. The crowd erupted in applause. After a ceremonial hug they made there way to the stage to accept the award. Niall stepped up to the mic a brilliant smile across his face. "We want to say a massive thank you to our fans, there's no way we'd be here without you. Thank you to every one who voted, your the best fans in the world," He stopped for a second finding you in the audience. "I also want to say a special thank you to my beautiful girlfriend Y/N. I so glad that she puts up with all this craziness, because as fun as it is... It's not going to last forever. And hopefully she'll be around when its over, I love you Y/N"

Louis: Baby be the class clown, and ill be the beauty queen in tears...

 You and Louis are both cuddled up on the couch watching movies, you did this every one in a while. An entire day dedicated to sitting in a massive pile of blankets and a unhealthy amount of junk food and take out. You had watched 3 of his movies and now it was his turn to watch you wanted. Titanic. It got to you every time, when ever jack sank into the dark water you burst into tear. Louis watched you as you watched the movie. You brought your sleeve covered hands to you mouth, knowing at any second you be crying. Louis could barely contain his amused grin. As soon as you start to wail, Louis doubles over in laughter. "What's so funny?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes with you sleeves. "It's not even sad baby, its so stupid." He laughed holding his gut. "It's not stupid or funny at all, the love of her life just died." You argued. "You and I both know there was enough room for both of them on that big door. She just laid there and let him freeze, its such bad logic." He said shaking his head quickly, trying to fix his messy brown hair. You crossed you arms over your chest, pouting eyes locked on the TV. "Oh com'on it's just a movie." He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. In that moment he had you, you gave in giggling as his tickled your sides.

Zayn: It's a new art form showing people how little we care...

You walked hand in hand with Zayn to the doors of the hotel. Screaming fans on either side of you. "Is it true that you cheated on Zayn with all the other members of One Direction?" A pap yelled pointing a camera in your face. "Hey fuck off," Zayn yelled over you and pushed the camera away from you. "WE NEVER LIKED YOU!!" "WE WANT PERRIE BACK" an angry group of fans yelled before you walked into the lobby. "I don't even know why we do this anymore, they're so mean. Do they get that I love yeh." He growled as you took the elevator up to the floor reserved for One Direction. You took his scruffy face between your hands "Zayn, don't let the rude fans you meet, ruin it for the dedicated one who will never get the opportunity. All you have to do is show people you don't care what they are saying." His hazel eyes searched mine, and a smile broke onto his face. "I have an idea" He sang grabbing you hand and leading you to your room, and out onto the balcony. As soon as you stepped out, the fans screamed. He waved and brought you closer to his side. Some fans booed while other chanted you ship name. Suddenly his hand were on your hips, pulling you against him. His kissed you, softly at first. Before he lightly tugged on your bottom lip begging for entrance. You part your lips and your tongues are dancing, fighting for dominance. A fight you most always loose. He pulled away and scanned your now flushed face. He gave another quick peck, and retreated into the hotel room.