Harry: “Babe, where are we going to eat?” you ask as you enter his flat in dressy clothes and high heels. When he’s standing over a pot stirring, you clear your throat and he turns around with a cheeky smile on his face. You cross your arms and he laughs. He kisses you and then walks away to his room, returning with his band tee and a pair of sweats in his hands. When you come out, you’re shivering and he hugs you close to him, kissing your forehead. “My Jack Wills is on the back of the couch if you want that.” You smile and retrieve it from the living room and slip it over your head, letting yourself get lost in the smell of his cologne.
Louis: “Would you want this?” he asks, pulling out a striped shirt that looks dozens of sizes too small for him. You raise a questioning eyebrow and he says, “I accidentally ran it through the dryer one too many times…” You laugh and he chunks it at you playfully. The next time you two are seen in public, you’re matching.
Niall: He’s going through his closet before he moves to another flat across town and he pulls out a maroon tank top and throws it at the trash bin, but misses. You crawl across the room exaggeratedly and he gives you an odd look. “What…” he trails. “This is my favorite.” You explain. He smiles and says, “Why don’t you keep it then, babe?” You hug him around the neck and he takes his snapback off his head and puts it on yours. “While you’re at it, you can have that too.”
Liam: When he drops by to pick you up to head for your night out in London you’re standing in your room, clothes strewn all over the floor. You’re standing in a white tank top and a pair of jeans. “You ready to go, honey?” he asks from the doorway. You turn to him, your lips in a fine line and say, “I wish there was something…Gah.” He runs out of the house and comes back moments later with a purple plaid shirt in his hands. “This was in the back of my car – do you want to wear it?” You smile, take it in your hands and bring it to your face, the sharp cologne entering your nostrils and you put your arms in, the fabric soft against your skin. “Let’s go,” you say as he puts his arm around your shoulders and leads you to the car.
Zayn: “It’s so cold,” you whisper as you two walk down the streets of London. Luckily, no one has spotted you guys and you can calmly walk together, hand in hand, without anyone making a fuss out of it. He kisses your temple and removes his varsity jacket from his body and helps you put it on. It’s a little big, but it’s warm and comfortable and it smells like his strong aftershave and cologne, so you don’t mind. Later on when he’s walking you home he says, “Just keep it, my stylist has like, forty more where that came from.”
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionThese are just short little paragraphs written about situations in which you were the girlfriend to any member in One Direction and this is the outcome.
