One Direction Preferences

he's protective

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He's Protective

Zayn:  Zayn would be the boyfriend where as soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes would be searching. His jaw would flex as he took it all in, who was staring at you or who glanced too long at your legs. He wouldn’t need to say anything, his arm would be snug around your waist, a silent exclamation of who you belong to and who you’re with. He shoots several of your admirers a glare, and they back right away. After all, no one was getting near you but him and that’s just the way he liked it.

Harry: Harry would be the strong silent type. You’d never know he was jealous, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t feel it. He trusted you, he knew how much you loved and him and he never had cause to worry. That’s not to say it didn’t bother him when guys would talk to you and flirt with you. He hated it, loathed it more than anything but he wasn’t trying to be over bearing and you were good at pushing them away. But there would be times when Harry couldn’t stand it. Sometimes the guy got too close or he touched you, and that was the last straw. He’d march over to you, his hands possessively around your waist as he sealed his mouth over yours, his fingers tangling in your hair. After a kiss like that, there was no doubt who you were with and that’s just the way he preferred it.

Louis: Louis was verbal. He was loud. If someone looked at you too long or flirted, they were going to hear about it. He had no problem shoving someone back from you, or yelling at him to keep his hands off of you. As terrifying as it was watching your boyfriend throw himself in front of you like that, you couldn’t feel safer knowing that Louis had everything under control. His left hand would always be locked with yours, or when you stood at the bar his chest would be to your back, the perfect shield. He knew you could handle himself, but this was his pleasure. Looking after you and keeping you safe were the most important things to him and he took it very seriously.

Liam: Liam would shield you, curve you into his body so you were one person, not two. His height dwarfed you and the protectiveness he felt for you was unspeakable. He just liked to know that when you went out, you would have fun and didn’t have to worry about anything. He took care of keeping the drunks off you, or the guys who were a bit too handsy. He had no problem leading a guy away and explaining you were his. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. It gave him a small rush of pleasure knowing that you in all your glory and all your wonder were solely his.

Niall: Niall hated the way guys leered after you. Nothing pissed him off more than when you’d go out and some guy was ogling your ass in that tiny little dress you had on. His jaw would tighten, his eyes frosting over as he glared at him. There’d been a time or two when he shoved someone away, seeing them get a little too close for comfort. He trusted you, obviously. But you were his, he wanted to keep you safe. Wanted to protect you. It was one of the things he loved most that you would come to him for protection. He took his job very seriously. He’d make sure to put his arms around you, his lips on your shoulder or neck. You were his, the message was clear. Back off.