One Direction Preferences

How to be a Heartbreaker

Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you’re done, you gotta be the first to run:

Zayn: Five minutes of staring was pushing it for you. You didn’t usually stay this long and you could feel the nagging of your logic in the back of your mind. However your eyes were distracted, and wouldn’t let the thoughts surface. You couldn’t help yourself and who could blame you? Zayn Malik was as beautiful as he always appeared to be. It was in every follicle of his stubble, each curled stroke of his eyelashes that rested upon his smooth skin, the fine lines on his pink mouth that deepened in texture when he kissed you. He was so beautiful. Closing your eyes you imprint his features into your memory, etching him onto your skin when you whisper ‘this was fun’, draw back and climb slowly out of bed. Halfway through buttoning down your blazer he turns over towards you, muttering your name in half sleep as his arms stretch over the sheets. He remembered it? A rush of emotion runs through you veins before you shake yourself out of it, suddenly scared and wide eyed. Now was the moment, you could take off your clothes, climb back into bed, have him wake up and suffer the consequences, or, you could run.  Picking up your shoes by your fingertips you silently, but quickly make your way to the door, not letting yourself look back even though your neck ached for you to do so.

Rule number two, just don’t get attached to, somebody you could lose, so let me tell you:

Harry: “This whole playing hard to get thing is getting really old.” Harry frowns, crossing his arms at the fact you had moved your hand away from his when you tried to grab it. Ignoring him, you walk slowly around his house, teasing as you run your fingertips over any surface they could find. 

It kept you here this long. “This is our first date, and I’m already in your house…hmmm.” But it was playing. You had refused his advances to frustrate him, then reel him back in. You knew how this night would end, a complaint that you were tired and you wanted to go home.

“I didn’t bring you in here for sex y/n.” He announces, pacing over to you and grabbing your hands. His actions as well as his words surprised you but you wouldn’t let him know that. You had the upper hand; you needed to keep it that way.

“Yes, well, I haven’t heard that one before.” You say slowly, raising your eyebrows. 

Harry lets out a groan of frustration. “Why do you do that? I wanted to get to know you better. I mean sure- first it was fun when we were just seeing each other. I thought I met someone a lot like me- but this is ridiculous. I thought by our first actual date I’d know more about you. Why won’t you let me in?” His eyes were pleading and it took all your walls to continue staring at them undefeated. Why won’t you let me in? His plea was strong, they crumbled your defenses stone by stone. You cared about Harry, and you wanted to open up, to get closer; but then the fear came back. He could leave you. Harry could leave just like so many others. So instead you fake it. You let yourself hold his hand and smile. 

“Okay.” You say as his finger tightens in your palms. There was no promise in that word but it seemed to soothe him. His eyes relax and a small smile creeps on his lips. It was not a promise, and you hid behind your weak walls, praying you would stay with them, even as the holes let you peer into what could be.

Rule number three; wear your heart on your cheek, but never on your sleeve, unless you wanna to taste defeat:

Louis: Your face in a cocky smile looked so kissable. Your cheeks rose with the curving of your lips and he wanted to kiss you somewhere in-between. However, the bet he made to himself was that if he could make you laugh he’d kiss you. So far all you had for him was sarcastic comebacks and witty smiles.