One Direction Preferences

Preference #3: He Sees Someone Else Flirting with You

Harry: "Babe, I'm going to the toilet, don't talk to anyone you don't know, I'll be back in five minutes." Harry warned you, as you nodded, standing in the middle of the large, packed club. Sitting in one of the booths near the front, you heard a smirk behind you. "Hey babe." They retorted, as you gasped, turning round, seeing a man, a lot taller than Harry, with blonde hair, and quite built. You definitely didn't find him attractive though. "Please leave me alone." You said strongly, but scared. You don't like talking to people you don't know - especially when Harry said not to. "Play hard to get, huh? How about I prove to you that you don't need to be scared around me." The man smirked, and made a swift movement with a hand on your back, making you stand up. "Hey! You, get off my girlfriend now!" You heard your boyfriend's voice imply loudly. Sighing heavily, you fought and tried to free his grasp, until Harry came, untangling you till you were free, and hugged you tight, glaring at the unknown man. "She's mine, and only mine, got it?" Harry spat, and walked out of the club with you.

Liam: You and Liam were currently doing your weekly shop with your four month old child Delilah. "Shoot, babe I forgot her nappies, I'll go and get them." Liam said. He kissed your cheek, walking off quickly. "Finally, he's gone." You heard a familiar voice smirk - as you looked round to see your ex, Dylan. "Dylan leave, you can see I'm happy, I have a family now." You muttered, and picked Delilah up, hushing her. "You'd be happier with me, we can raise your kid on our own, you don't need Liam." He smirked, and coming closer. "Say that again and I'll have to inform security, leave my babies alone, both of them." Liam said protectively, hugging you.

Louis: You and Louis were sat on a ride on Blackpool Beach, the ice blast to be exact. For on the sides; the seats are in three's, you were sat next to a stranger who smirked at you. "Nice pair of legs you have there." He winked at you, as you gasped, and shrunk into your seat. Louis noticed, and grabbed your hand. "I mean, I wouldn't mind a bit of them." He chuckled deeply to himself. "Aye mister, do you mind not talking to my girlfriend like that?" Louis frowned, just before he could give him a lecture; the ride shot up, and everything was forgotten.

Niall: "And let me kiss you!" The boys sand in the recording booth, as you smiled, putting your thumbs up at Niall, who grinned back at you. "You deserve better you know?" You heard someone say from behind you, making you jump. Turning around, you saw a younger boy, around 16, smiling at you - leaning on the door frame. "Excuse me?" You laughed lightly. "You mean I deserve better than Niall? I don't think so." You laughed again, as he chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you deserve better, someone as...Hot as you are maybe." He smirked, walking towards you. "Do you think these booths are sound proof? She's mine mate!" You heard Niall call, walking out of the sound booth, and hugging you.

Zayn: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!"  Your family and friends sang around you in the restaurant for your surprise birthday meal. "How about I add a present in, being my number?" The waiter winked, as Zayn raised his eyebrows at him. Later that night, as you got the bill, came along as well - like he said - was his number. "That's it." Zayn mumbled, as we walked over to him, with you. "She doesn't want your stupid number, so keep it and stay out of our relationship."

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