One Direction Preferences

How You Meet

Louis: You were in the semi-finals for x-factor and everything felt so surreal. You were on the way to achieving your dreams and had amazing friends and family who supported you. You had mixed emotions about the tonight's show. You were nervous and excited and everything else in between. And to top it off your favorite band was coming to perform, One Direction. You were completely in love with Louis Tomlinson ever since he first auditioned. You loved how much he didn't give two fucks. As you paced around backstage you bumped heads with somebody.
"I'm so sor-" you said looking up into Louis' blur eyes. "You-you're Louis..."
"I believe that's what my birth certificate says. Haha big fan?" He laughed making you blush.
"Major. Um it's gonna sound odd but can I have your autograph?" You asked shyly.
"What's odd about a gorgeous girl asking for an autograph?"
"Thank you so much. I should probably go now, I think it's my turn to perform..." you sighed walking away.
"Good luck! I'll see you after." He shouted as you walked onto the stage.

Zayn: You were finishing up your shift at Nandos when a group of 5 rowdy boys walked in.
"(Y/N)? Mind if their your last?" Your boss asked knowing they were going to be a pain to handle.
"Fine." You said walking over to them. "Hello and welcome to Nandos my name is (y/n) what can i start you boys with?"
"How about we start off with you?" The curly haired lad said winking. You scoffed as they all ordered their food and drinks.
*10 minutes later*
"Here's your food. If there's anything you need just let me know."
"Wouldn't I need your number for that?" The same boy said as you rolled your eyes.
"Cmon Harry. Stop that." The quiet one in the corner spoke out. You smiled to yourself and walked over to the counter to get their check.
"Here's the check for whenever you're ready." They left the cash and quite a big tip to go along with it. You went to the register when you noticed a messy note in the corner.
'I'm sorry Harry bothered. Anyways I was hoping you'd use the tip money to buy a dress so we could go on a date. That is if you want to. If you do ring me, if not then I'm sorry to bother you... -Zayn' You read to yourself smiling.

Liam: Your feet were killing you and you were freezing from the air conditioner as you walked around aimlessly in your bikini waiting to be called to walk the runway. Your head was down as you continued perfecting your walk when you accidentally butt heads with someone.
"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You asked instantly, rubbing your head.
"I'm fine love. Nervous?" He laughed rubbing his head as well.
"Yeah this is my first show as a Victoria's Secret Angel..." you sighed nervously.
"Don't worry you'll do great, just don't butt heads with any of the judges." He chuckled and you lightly punched his arm.
"That's not funny!" You giggled. "I'm (y/n) by the way." You said extending your arm to shake hands.
"Liam." He smiled. You mentally drooled over him until you heard your name being called.
"Guess it's time." You said taking one last deep breath.
"See you at the after party love!" He shouted as you walked onto the runway.

Niall: You were a backup dancer for Little Mix and were struggling to grasp the basic dance routine the choreographer gave you, so you stayed after to practice. As you went over the routine for the millionth time you still couldn't land the spin right. Countless attempts and you still managed to land on the wrong leg, messing up the rest of the routine. As you were getting ready to leave you heard the door open.
"Zayn?" An Irish voice called out.
"Nope just me." You laughed.
"Oh I'm sorry did I interrupt anything?" He asked shyly.
"No I was actually just leaving. I think Zayn and Perrie are in the room next door though." You said walking past him.
"What were you doing here?" He asked walking out with you.
"Practicing the dance routine. I'm one of little mix's backup dancers."
"That's hot." He said turning red immediately. "Did I just say that outloud?"
"Yeah and thanks." You laughed. "I'm (y/n)."
"I'm Niall. Well I was supposed to grab a bite with Zayn but, if you want to, I'd rather take you and get to know you," He blushed.
"I'd love to!"

Harry: "Lou is there anything I can do to help you?" You asked standing off to the side. Lou hired you because she needed help doing the boys' hair in a shorter time period.
"Yes! Can you please do Harry's love?" She asked still finishing up Zayn's hair. You walked over to your little station and starting gathering all the products necessary to do his hair when the cheeky lad himself came in and sat down.
"So you'll be doing my hair babe?" He smirked.
"It's (y/n) and yes Styles I'll be doing your hair today." You said starting to brush out his damp hair.
"Ya know I could get used to this." He flashed a cheeky smile making your heart race.
"Oh really?" You giggled blow drying his hair.
"Why not? I mean you're gorgeous and nice and good at doing hair."
"Well you're done!" You smiled putting away your products.
"You know what else I could get used to?" He cheekily smirked. "Taking you out on dates." He whispered handing you his number as he walked out to get changed. That cheeky bastard you smiled to yourself.