Preference- You hate each other, but secretly have feelings. (requested)
Harry:
"Is Harry going to be there?" You asked your bestfriend, Louis, who was throwing a party. You had been friends with Louis, since birth, and when you use to visit him on the X Factor, you met One Direction.
The boys were really nice and chill. Except, Harry Styles. You hated him. He was so cocky and arrogant. You wanted to rip those curls out of his head.
"Of course, love. It is at our flat." He sighed.
"Fine." You mumbled.
"It will be okay, darling. Listen, I have to get ready. Can you come round earlier to help out with things?" Louis asked.
"Sure." You told him.
"Great, see you soon!" Louis said, hanging up the phone. You decided on wearing a strapless blue, bodycon dress and a pair of black heels. Once you were done with hair and makeup, you headed to Louis'.
You knocked on the door. It took awhile for someone to answer but when they did, it wasn't who you wanted to see. Harry leaned up against the door frame and smirked.
"Well doesn't someone look gorgeous for a change."
"Harry, move out of the way, I need to help Louis." I pushed passed him and went to find Louis. He was nowhere to be found.
"Where is Louis?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"He went to the store. It's just me and you." Harry winked. You could have puked.
"Well, I'm not staying, so I'll come back." You grabbed your purse. Harry grabbed your arm.
"Don't leave." He whispered.
"What the hell, Harry?" You tried to get out of his grasp.
"No, please. I had Louis set this up, so I could talk to you. I know we hate each other, but I love you. I love the way, you don't care about what you have on. The way you don't always wear makeup. The way you laugh. The way you smile. The way you try to hide a smile. The way you blush." Harry was going on and on. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You couldn't believe that the guy you argued back and forth with, was telling you all of this.
You leaned forward and kissed him mid-sentence. You pulled back but kept your arms around his neck.
"You talk way too much but I love you too." You smiled up at him. And he smiled back. His plan working, way more than he thought it would.
Niall:
You looked over at Niall in digust. The way he ate was horrendous. Food flew everywhere and got all over his shirt. But that didn't stop him from eating.
"Niall, that's a new shirt. And you still haven't taken your photos yet. Don't ruin it."You told at him. You were One Direction's stylist. All of the other boys, were really easy going and went the flow. Then, there was Niall. Who tried to make your job, as difficult as possible.
"Sure, babe." Niall winked, throwing a wing at the back of your bare leg. You screamed.
"What was that for? Oh my gosh, I hate you." You shouted at Niall. Niall just shrugged his shoulders and continued you eating.
"You're so annoying." You mumbled.
"Feelings are very mutual." Niall spoke.
"Fine. How about you get another stylist and leave me alone, okay?" You said, finally letting Niall get to you. You packed up your things and let out the room. You were almost to your car, when a hand grabbed your shoulder. You turned to see Niall.
"What do you want? Got any more food, you wanna throw at me?" You said.
"I don't know how to approach you." Niall whispered. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "What?"
"Like, you're so gorgeous and talented, with the clothes thing, ya know. Also, you're so confident and independent. And I don't know, how to approach you." Niall said, holding his head down.
"Wait. Niall, you're calling me gorgeous, after you threw a chicken wing at me leg?" You asked.
"It's my way of flirting, alright." He said, not even looking you in the eyes. You couldn't help but giggle at his cuteness.
"Well, you should really work on it. It sucks." You said, walking away.
"Oh and I like Chinese food." You called over your shoulder, winking. Niall simply smiled, making a mention note to call for reservations at a Chinese restaurant.
Liam:
If you hate Liam, I feel bad for you, son.
Louis:
"Bitch."
"Cunt."
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Enough." Your teacher screamed. You and Louis just glared at each other. "Both of you, detention." She announced. You crossed your arms. Louis just rolled his eyes.
You already hated being stuck in the same class with him, now you had detention with him. It was time for detention. You walked into the room, mentally shooting yourself. Louis was sitting on the desk, playing on his phone. You groaned.
"Don't wanna see you either." Louis muttered.
"Don't talk to me." You snapped.
"My pleasure." He smirked. Detention had been going on for about an hour and Louis kept his promise, kinda. Instead of talking to you, he would just throw things at you.
"Stop. You're so annoying." You shouted, throwing it back. He would just proceed to throw it back, later. You grew tired.
"Louis, seriously. What's your problem? Why are you always messing with me?" You walked to his desk. He stood up and rose in front of you.
"Because it's funny seeing you mad." He winked. You lost it. You were screaming and shouting at, about how annoying and childish he is. Louis' face never showed an expression. He leaned down and kissed you.
You froze, unsure of what was going on. You didn't understand why he was kissing you. You didn't pull away, though. Soon, Louis pulled away.
"I like you. That's why I always mess with you. I know it's pretty Kindergarten, but hey. That's my way." Louis said, still cupping your cheeks.
You didn't reply just leaned in, to kiss him again.
Zayn:
"How about moving your car, douche?" You shouted at Zayn. Zayn was a family 'friend'. Your mom and his mom were bestfriends. They hoped for the same with you and Zayn, but that didn't turn out that way.
"How about no." Zayn shot back. Zayn had just came back from tour and his ego was higher than ever.
"You know, if it wasn't for your little voice and looks, you'd be a no one." You told Zayn.
"Something, like you?" He smirked. He took it to far. You took your keys and headed outside. You looked at Zayn's shiny new Bentley. New dents, paint missing, or scratches, yet. You were tried of Zayn, thinking he's so high and mighty.
You took your key and dragged it across Zayn's shiny paint job. The paint chipping and falling to the ground. Once you had keyed one side, you stepped to look at your masterpiece. One nice, straight line going down the right side.
"What is this shit, Y/N? Do you know how much this cost?" Zayn shouted.
"No. Please enlighten me." You crossed your arms.
"You know what, screw you. You're so jealous because you're still stuck here and I'm going bigger things." Zayn screamed in your face.
"Yeah, that's totally the reason. You know what, Zayn? I could give a damn about what you have. If you're poor, so what. If you're rich, great. But if you don't respect me, I won't respect you." You said. Zayn stared hard at you and moved closer, you thought he was going to hit you. You closed your eyes and braced yourself. Instead, you felt his lips touch yours. You kissed him back. You were shocked. Why was this even happening, you thought to yourself. Zayn soon stepped back.
"Sorry." he whispered. "It's fine. It wasn't too bad." You laughed. Zayn looked up and laughed too.
"So?" Zayn asked, referring to the kiss.
"I still hate you." You said. "I hate you more." Zayn smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.
AN: Aww isn't this adorable. I edited this on my laptop and for some reason my 'm' key does not want to work properly.
I'm going to be writing my fanfic for a bit as I need to update that.
So when this reaches 35,000 reads and 210 votes I'll update.
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-lilmisscupcake