You act like you dislike each other but you really like each other
Louis:
You sat outside with you baby cousin who you were taking care of for the day. You had finally gotten her to fall asleep, so you placed her on a blanket under a tree.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Louis walking around the side of your house. You groaned, since you really didn't feel like putting up with his insults and rude comments today, no matter how much you liked him. You didn't know why you liked him, since you shouldn't have because he was so awful to you, but you did, but you acted like you hated him.
You stood up, crossing your arms as you watched him. Louis smirked and called, "Where's Harry? He told me he was coming to help you today."
You said, "Shh, she's sleeping. He told me he couldn't make it."
He rolled his eyes, "You're so annoying, (Y/N). Did he say why?" You shook your head and glanced at your cousin.
"And don't call me annoying, Louis," you replied, turning your back on him.
"Oh, please," he said, unintentionally raising his voice, "I only speak the truth."
You turned to face him, uncrossing your arms and placing your hands on your hips, practically yelling,
"Shut up! You don't have any right to call me annoying, or ugly, or whatever else you think I am, because you don't know me as well as you might think!"
Your cousin began to cry, and you placed your head in your hands and Louis said, "Great job, (Y/N)! You woke the baby up!"
He shoved past you and walked toward the baby, picking her up and cooing at her. "Did the mean lady scare you? Yes, I know she did," he said, glaring at you.
You walked over and took her from him, "What are you doing, (Y/N)? She obviously likes me more." You put her back on her blanket and sat across from her, playing with her. Louis sat next to you, and you looked at him.
"Could you please leave?" He shook his head, making your cousin giggle with his silly faces. You looked at her and you asked,
"Why does he hate me? Huh? Why? Oh, goodness, you're so cute, baby girl! What have I done to him?" Louis drew your cousin's attention to him when he said,
"Aw, I don't hate her, do I? No, I don't!"
"Yes, he does!"
"No, I don't!" You turned to him,
"Yeah, you do." Louis sighed and looked at you as best as he could, since your cousin had a hold on his thumbs.
"I don't." You rolled your eyes at him.
"Honestly, (Y/N), I just didn't know how else to get your attention. At least, if I acted like I didn't like you, I could talk to you." He shrugged and continued playing with your cousin. You stared at him in disbelief.
"I actually really like you," he continued, "I don't think you're annoying, or ugly, or anything. I think there's only good in you, and I really like that. So, I'm sorry."
You stood and left him with your cousin as you took a breather. After a few moments, you gave him a hug from behind.
You said, "I don't hate you either, and I'm sorry. I thought you truly didn't like me at all so I just retaliated. I've liked you for a while..." Louis turned and smiled at you.
"Is it alright if I stay and help you take care of this adorable baby?" You nodded and sat down again. The rest of the day, you and Louis took care of your cousin and got to know each other for real.
Liam:
You were out and about with your four best friends who just happened to be members of One Direction. Liam was the only one that wasn't there, since he didn't like you at all.
He always made you feel terrible about yourself. It wasn't like he called you names, you could just tell by his facial expressions and his actions that he didn't like you.
Still, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. As you were walking with Zayn, Harry, Niall, and Louis, you saw Liam coming towards you.
"Guys," you said, "I thought it was just going to be us today." Louis put a reassuring arm around your shoulder,
"We were hoping this would get you guys on better terms." Niall added,
"Just relax, it'll all be fine." Liam reached the five of you and crossed his arms, "What's she doing here? I thought we were just hanging out today."
You smirked, "Nice to see you too, Liam..." He barely glanced at you before looking at the boys expectantly.
"C'mon, man," Zayn said, "Let's just walk, alright?" Liam finally nodded and started walking next to Niall. You all tried to decide what to do, but Liam wasn't contributing to the conversation.
Harry finally suggested going to the movies, and you all agreed. On the way, you passed a little store. You said,
"Shoot, guys, is it okay if I just run in really quick?" They all said sure except for Liam, who wasn't even looking at you, so you walked inside. You needed a new tube of mascara, so you browsed the shelves. You paid for it and headed out, hearing the boys arguing with Liam. You sighed and when you walked out, they stopped.
You slipped the tube of mascara in your back pocket and noticed Liam rolling his eyes at you. Ignoring him, you started walking to the movies with them. When you all finally sat down in the theatre, you ended up sitting in the middle next to Liam. You groaned and noticed he was trying to sit as far away from you as possible.
As the movie started, you took out your mascara and started applying it with your little mirror. You heard Liam huff next to you and say, "Could you not do that right next to me?" You looked at him and held out the tube,
"Why? Would you like some? I'm sure it would bring out your eyes." He stared at you and turned back to the screen. You continued to put it on.
"(Y/N), not kidding, put it away, you're irritating me." You decided to ignore him.
"What's the point in putting it on now? We're in a dark movie theatre. Why do you wear it in the first place?" Twisting the top to the mascara, you said,
"Because of people like you, Liam," and you leaned back in your seat. He looked confused,
"People like me? What on earth did I do?" You chuckled as you said,
"Is this really happening right now? Let me watch the movie in peace." Liam's attention was fully on you now.
"No, I insist, tell me how vile of a creature I am and why I influence how you look." You could tell he was just trying to get under your skin.
"Shh!" Harry said next to you.
"Usually," you said, shifting in your seat to face him, "People wear it so that they're better liked by others, and so they feel good about themselves." Niall reached across Zayn to hit Liam and tell him to shut up. Liam's voice raised a little,
"I still don't see why you wear it. I think it's pointless, really." You scoffed,
"Like I really care what you think of me, Liam. There's no way I'm sitting through an hour and a half of this." You stood up and started to crawl across the boys to leave, "I'll see you all later." You heard Liam stand behind you and follow you out. You were a good 6 feet ahead of him, and you tried you best to keep that distance. He reached you near the exit of the theatre, and told you to stop. It was hard for you to make out his features in the dark.
"Why don't you care what I think of you?" You threw your hands up, saying,
"Why should I? I try to ignore opinions that put me down and make me feel awful about myself." Liam shook his head,
"I have never once given my opinion of you!" You laughed,
"Liam, you don't need to, I can tell what you think of me! It's fine, I'm not one of your biggest fans either!" Liam was trying to keep his voice down so as not to disturb other people, but he couldn't help it by now.
"Fine! Would you like to know my opinion of you? I think you are a smart, talented, funny, absolutely gorgeous girl that doesn't need to wear makeup because she is naturally stunning! I also think that I have so many feelings for you, but I don't want to tell you because I know that you deserve someone better than me!" By now, you were simply staring at him.
An employee walked over and asked you both to leave. You tried not to smile as you began to walk out. You heard a clap behind you, and turning around you saw that Harry and Louis had high-fived, and Zayn was giving Liam a thumbs up. Niall was shoving popcorn into his mouth and smiling.
You left the theatre and walked into the lobby, Liam shuffling along behind you with his hands in his pockets, looking down. You stopped and turned around, waiting for him to reach you. He stopped at your side, avoiding your gaze. You stood on your tiptoes and pecked his cheek.
"Thanks," you said, "That was really, really sweet of you. So you don't hate me?" He shook his head.
"I don't hate you either." Liam smiled at this, saying,
"After that exciting moment... Would you like to maybe hang out with me today?" You smiled at this, nodding your head and walking out next to Liam.
Zayn:
You arrived at Zayn's place, knowing that he wasn't home at the time, but he would be later. Right now, the rest of the boys were there, waiting for you to come and hang out with them. You knew you would leave when Zayn came home, since you guys didn't like each other, and you didn't feel like fighting today.
Truth be told, you did have a little crush on him, but you covered it up well by acting as if you loathed him. You knocked on the door and Louis answered,
"Hey girl, hey!" He hugged you and lifted you off of the ground, bringing you inside as Liam shut the door. Louis dropped you on the couch as you laughed.
"Hey, (Y/N)! What's up?" Harry asked as he tried to beat Niall in a video game.
"Nothing, really. Do any of you have a sweatshirt I could borrow? It's freezing in here!" They shook their heads. Liam said,
"I know where you could find one, though! Zayn's room!" You felt your eyes grow wide as you said,
"No, I am not walking in there, let alone wearing one of his sweatshirts. That just isn't happening." Liam helped you up from the couch,
"Don't be silly, just go in and grab one. He won't mind, I promise." You sighed, saying,
"Fine, but can you take me there? I don't know where it is." Liam nodded and began walking, you following him. You were secretly excited about wearing one of Zayn's sweatshirts, even if he would probably freak out if he saw you wearing it. Liam gestured to a closed door,
"Just pick one from the floor, he tends to throw them around." You nodded and opened the door. It felt strange being in Zayn's room. Not even two seconds later, you heard the door shut behind you. You ran to it, trying to open it, but it wouldn't work.
Putting your ear to the door, you heard the boys on the other side, giggling. You knew they were holding the door shut. You huffed and looked for another way out. You saw another door closed, and you thought it was his bathroom so you didn't go in there. You went to his window and opened it, about to hop out. Just then, you heard a door open. You laughed, turning around while saying,
"Liam, that was not funny, you-,". You realized that the main door wasn't open, but the bathroom one was, and Zayn was standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Shit," you mumbled. Zayn's face was expressionless, but he sounded angry when he asked,
"What are you doing in my room?" You tucked your hair behind your ear,
"See, it's kind of a funny story, and-," but he cut you off, asking more forcefully,
"What are you doing in my room?" You crossed your arms defensively,
"I'm sorry, none of the guys had a sweatshirt I could wear and I was cold, I thought you were out, so Liam said I could come in here to get one but he thought it would be funny hold the door shut so I couldn't leave, I'm sorry." Zayn walked to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. He sighed,
"I hate you guys," through the door. You heard Niall reply,
"And we love you, Zayn!" Zayn said,
"Don't jump out of the window. I can't believe this... I'll be right back, just let me get some pants on." He grabbed jeans and walked into the bathroom, closing the door as he mumbled to himself,
"That sounded weird, how stupid can you be?" As soon as it shut, you started fanning yourself, overwhelmed by his good looks. Walking to the main door, you knocked on it,
"Boys? This isn't funny anymore! Let me out!" Harry yelled back,
"No, you need to sort out your issues with him! We won't let you out until you do!" Then, Zayn came out of the bathroom, wearing jeans but no shirt.
"They said they won't let us out until we don't hate each other anymore." Zayn collapsed on his bed,
"I figured. Like that'll happen any time soon. They knew I was home so they probably planned this." You groaned and sat in front of the door. Zayn sat up so he was looking at you,
"You shouldn't have come in my room in the first place, (Y/N), that's such an invasion of privacy, it's just rude." You sighed,
"I know, but I was cold! I thought it'd be okay!"
"Well, it's not," he said in reply, throwing a sweatshirt to you.
"I'm not cold anymore," you stood up, "I'm just going to jump out of the window, it's not a big deal."
Zayn ran to the window and blocked it, "No, you're not! That's crazy!"
You raised an eyebrow, "Why? It's not that high. Even if I did jump out and die or something, it's not like you'd care."
Zayn turned and closed the window, "You aren't jumping, that's it. You're going to sit down with me and we're going to talk about this so we can leave this room." Zayn went and sat on his bed again and patted next to him for you to join him. You dropped your arms and sat beside him as he lit a cigarette.
"Ew, Zayn, smoking is disgusting." He looked at you, "Don't be so judgemental," and he blew smoke in your face. You coughed, fanning it away,
"Stop!" He said,
"I'm going to smoke if I want to, it's my room." You crossed your legs, refusing to talk to him until he finished.
"I know it seems like I hate you," he said after, "But, I don't." You laughed coldly, sarcastically saying,
"Right, and I'm the Queen on Sheba. Good joke, Zayn." He laid down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head.
"I'm tired of acting like I dislike you when, in reality, I think you're a very cool girl, and I'm not lying about that." You looked at him as he said,
"The others knew I had a crush on you. That's probably why they're doing this, so that I'll admit that." He raised his voice,
"And I admit that I really like (Y/N)! Just making sure you heard!" Lowering his voice again, he continues,
"I just didn't know how else to act around you." You leaned back, smiling,
"That's good to know. Since this seems to be honesty hour, I think it's a good time to admit that I've liked you for quite some time, even though you weren't very nice." He sat up and said,
"Well you weren't very nice either!" You rolled you eyes, giggling.
"I'm sorry for everything," he said.
"I am too," you replied,
"Hug?" He held his arms out to you, and just as you relaxed into them, the door opened. Zayn didn't let you go. The four of them came in clapping and cheering,
"Now that that's done," Louis said, "Care to join us downstairs, lovebirds?" You and Zayn looked at each other, and he responded,
"Actually, I think we'll stay up here and talk for a little bit?" You nodded eagerly.
"So we'll meet you there later!" The boys looked at each other and then walked out, closing the door behind them. Zayn stood up and put in a movie, and you two laid on his bed, watching it and talking for hours.
Harry:
You were just finishing setting up for your movie night with the guys when they knocked on the door. You ran over in your pajamas, shorts and a tank top, and opened it, greeting them all. Harry walked in last and shoved past you, as usual.
You never understood why he disliked you so much, you tried not to let it bother you and treated him in the same way that he treated you, regardless of your feelings for him. Shrugging, you shut the door behind him and followed him into your living room. They made themselves comfortable like always. You sat next to Niall and asked,
"You know the drill, someone pick a movie!" No one made a movement to get up, so Harry said,
"I'll pick one, then." He walked over to your entertainment center and began searching for a movie. You stood up and grabbed a bowl of popcorn. Sitting back next to Niall, you shared it with him. Liam said,
"(Y/N), you're supposed to wait until the movie actually starts." You laughed and shrugged your shoulders at him. Harry grabbed a movie and showed it to the rest of you,
"Tada! Titanic! What...?" He asked when he saw your horrified faces.
Zayn said, "Harry, Titanic is so sad!" He hung his head,
"It's a really good movie though." Shoving some popcorn into your mouth, you said,
"I'm game." Harry looked at you, happy that someone agreed but unimpressed that it was you. You glanced at Louis across the room,
"Yeah, I'll watch it," he said. Finally, everyone agreed to watch Titanic. Harry put it in and sat back down next to Louis. You moved to lay on the floor in front of the tv.
By the time the real action started, everyone but you and Harry were asleep. Throughout the movie, Harry had been throwing bits of popcorn at you to annoy you. Needless to say, it worked. When people found out that the ship was sinking, you began to cry.
Harry threw popcorn at you minutes later, and since you were upset enough, you turned around and hissed, "Stop that, you're so immature!" He noticed your tear stained cheeks,
"Why are you crying now? The worst has barely even started." You turned back around and said,
"Don't talk about it." Within moments, you were sobbing on the floor. Harry came to sit next to you, and soon he was crying with you. He laid down beside you, and you both cried, although his crying was silent.
"This is so awful," you sobbed. He nodded. When the man and his daughter realized that they were trapped, you cried even harder. Harry reached over to you and grabbed your hand, letting you squeeze it as hard as you needed to.
You were too upset to deny his kind gesture, and too upset to question it. You eventually ended up with your head on Harry's shoulder and holding his hand as his arm was wrapped around you. Harry turned onto his side, facing you as the ship sunk lower and lower. You buried your face into his chest and cried as he stroked your hair in an effort to soothe you.
"Shh, shh, shh," he repeated over and over in your ear. Soon, you calmed down enough to realize what position you were in. You gasped and rolled over so there was distance between you two.
"What?" Harry asked, seeming shocked. You simply stared at him, tears still rolling down your face.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Confusion appeared on his face,
"You were really upset, and I don't like seeing you like that. I thought I was helping." You sat up,
"You were helping, which I don't understand. You don't like seeing me upset? That's funny, because it seems like you're the main reason for why I'm usually upset." He sighed and made his way over to you,
"I know," he said, "It's only because I get so nervous around you." You raised your eyebrows, questioning him.
"I get nervous because, erm, I really like you, (Y/N)... I didn't know how else to act. It was stupid," he said to you, looking down.
"I like you too, Harry, the only reason I was mean to you was because you were mean to me. I really thought you hated me..." Harry took your hand,
"I could never hate you. You're too perfect." You smiled,
"I'm not perfect. A perfect girl wouldn't sob the way I did at Titanic." Harry tucked a piece of hair behind your ear,
"My perfect girl would." The rest of the night was spent talking with Harry. The next day, when the others woke up before you two, they found you two sleeping on the floor, with your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped protectively around you.
Niall:
You walked into Nando's, excited to have lunch with your friends. The only downside was that Niall would be there, and he was always rude to you. You really liked him, though, which just confused you. You looked for the guys when you entered, but you didn't see them. You only saw Niall sitting by himself with a bag of Nando's in front of him. You walked over and stood by his seat.
"Hi," you said to him. He looked up at you, not saying hello.
"Where are the others?" You asked him.
"Couldn't make it," was all he said.
"Oh, well can I sit down?"
"No," he replied coldly. Taken aback, you said,
"Okay then, jerk." He nodded at you, dismissing you. You became angry quickly. Before leaving, you grabbed his bag of food off of the table and ran out into the cold winter. You didn't have to look back to know he was chasing you, you could hear him yelling. You laughed continued running. Eventually, you reached a small park with a small man-made pond.
Giggling, you held the food over the thin layer of ice, waiting for Niall to catch up. When he did, and saw the Nando's dangling from your hand, he gasped and said,
"(Y/N), I'm warning you, don't do it." You smiled at him, glad to have finally gotten to him.
"I think I just might," you said. Before you knew it, you had slipped on a patch of ice and were submerged into the freezing waters with the Nando's.
A pair of strong arms reached in and grabbed you, pulling you out. The food was still in your hand as you surfaced, and you threw it on the ground in front of you. You sputtered,
"Take your food and leave, I can handle myself." Niall struggled to get the rest of you out,
"I'm not leaving you, not freezing like this, we have to get you warm." Moments later, Niall was leading you away, his arm around you trying to warm you. You entered into a small pub, Niall asked,
"Can we use the restroom, please?" Walking into the ladie's room, Niall said, "So this is what the woman's room looks like!" Your teeth chattering, you said,
"Shut up and tell me what to do." Niall pushed you into a stall, saying,
"Take off all of your clothes in there." You, shocked, said,
"No way, Niall!" You heard his voice from the stall next to you say,
"Just do it, (Y/N), it's amazing how annoying you can still be when you're so close to hypothermia." You huffed and began to peel off your layers. A pair of warm pants fell on your head, and you screamed. You noticed they were Niall's.
"You want me to wear these?" You yelled to him.
"It'll keep you warm, quit complaining." You sighed,
"It would be nice if you wore pants that fit you, then they wouldn't fall off of me!" You heard him scoff,
"There's a belt!" You rolled you eyes,
"Yeah, that you don't even use!" Soon, you were bundled up in layers of Niall's clothing.
"Wait," you said,
"What are you wearing?" You heard his distinct laugh, then him say,
"My boxers. Can we talk? Like, face to face?" You bit your lip,
"You're in your underwear." He chuckled,
"I'll just poke my head out." You opened the stall door and looked at yourself in the mirror, laughing hysterically at your appearance. You saw Niall behind you laughing as well.
"You look lovely in my clothes, honestly!" You smiled, turning around to face him, or actually his head.
"This head and no body thing is freaking me out, just come out, I don't care." You could see him shrug as he opened the stall door more. You tried not to laugh at his boxers that said
"Nando's" all over them.
"I love these," he said. You nodded and asked, "Why didn't you leave me? I would have been fine." He shook his head,
"No, you wouldn't have, which is why I didn't leave. I would have felt awful for leaving you like that. You needed someone and I knew I had to be there. Couldn't leave someone as lovely as you alone." You snorted, "Oh, I'm sure. Don't lie, I know you don't like me one bit." Niall leaned against the frame, taking in your appearance and saying, "That isn't it at all. Honestly, I have a huge crush on you. I didn't think there was another way to get your attention other than by being mean to you. At least then I could say that I talk to you on a daily basis." You smiled. "Well, regardless, thank you for helping me." You walked toward him and kissed his cheek. "And, I like you too." He smiled and blushed, "Oh yeah, will you do something for me?" You nodded, and he said, "Would you run and get that Nando's?" Laughing, you walked out of the bathroom, not worried about your appearance, and went to get the food. When you came back, Niall was still chilling in the bathroom in his boxers, and you ate the Nando's together.
-lilmisscupcake