Hometown Preferences

Where you meet

Cian

You were going to the cinema to see 'American sniper' with your friend but she ended up bailing to go out with her boyfriend. You'd already bought the tickets so you decided to go in anyway, never mind being the loner watching a film alone.

When you sat down, you noticed the guy sitting beside you. You noticed there was no one with him either, and the screening was practically empty.

He had striking blue eyes, and dark brown hair pulled up into a low quiff. And he had been staring at you since you sat down.

A few minutes into the trailers he asked if he could borrow your phone to call his friend who must have been late, so you handed it to him cringing at your one direction case.

But at the end of the film when he had left and you checked your phone, there no recent messages.

Only a new contact saved as 'Cian, call me x'

Brendan

"Let's go Dublin!" You cheered, decked out in your Dublin gear, face painted blue and your jersey on.

You were here to see the Gaelic final in Croker, Dublin against Galway.

The group beside you of course ended up being Galway supporters and you if course were right beside them at the edge.

The supporter closest to you was young enough, about your age. He had shaggy dark hair, and seemed to always be smiling even when Dublin scored a goal.

You ended up having loads of fun contradicting each other on who was going to win. When it came to the end of the match, Dublin had won by a point and we were the champs.

"Your paint is smudged" the boy said, his family starting to pack up due to the Dublin supporters making them feel bad probably. He reached over and took my arm, leaving me a bit confused

"I don't have any on my arm-"

But when I took it back there was sharpie written across my skin

'Brendan 0853456789'

I smiled at the phone number but when I looked up again he was gone, leaving me smiling like an eejit.

Josh

You and your best friend were out at the grey stones rainbow run 5k. You were still perfectly white, not having started the run yet but you could tell by the people on their way back that things were about to change.

When you got up to register they gave each of you a packet of coloured powder and sun glasses to keep it out of your eyes.

You thanked them and moved on up to the staring line. there were already a good few people ready in the next stagger. And you got quite the fright when some hot pink powder was split all over you.

"I'm so sor-" the culprit started but when you turned around grinning he only smiled back. He had blonde hair, but it was dyed all different colours by the powder and so was his skin.

"I'm josh" he said sticking his hand out.

"Y/N" you replied, but instead if shaking it, you yanked him in toward you and spilt a packet of green powder down over his hair laughing.

Dayl

"No like this!" Your best friend laughed as she tried to teach you to shuffle in the middle of Dublin City.

She of course demonstrated an A plus version dancing a few metres then backwards again, but the second I tried I was tripping all over the place laughing my head off.

"I can't do it" I giggled, trying again to get my feet to twist in the right order and movement.

"If you do it like this it's easier" a voice from beings me startled the living daylights out of me as I spun round.

He was talk with a small tattoo on his forearm, brown hair quiffed and smile on face.

And he was shuffling like a compete pro. I sighed laughing.

"I'm not gonna get it"

He laughed back at me. "just try it like this"

He spent about ten minutes of his time punting my feet in the right direction and telling me where to move them. a
And after a few goes I finally got it.

"I did it!" I laughed as he gave me a high five.

"Well done" he winked. "I'm Dayl by the way"

"Y/N" you grinned.

Dean

(Years before)

"Hey that's my crayon!"

"Sharing Is caring" a six year old you replied sassily as always.

"But you didn't ask" the little boy complained so you have it back to him again.

"If I can use your pencils then you can use it" he offered, so you grabbed the bobbin tied pencils and plopped them on his desk, and basically grabbed the crayon back from him.

"We could be friends now too?" He asked hopefully.

But if course you being the sassy you you always are replied with "I suppose, but you'll have to let me use your crayons whenever I want to"

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You and Dean had been best friends ever since that fateful day in okay school, but neither if you would ever admit that the feelings you had for each other were stronger than just a friendship bond.

Ryan

You were to be honest in a bit of a mood at the moment. Standing with your arms folded at the sideline of your little brothers football game.

You got a bit of a fright when a figure walked up next to you and stood down beside you. You tried to take a sideways glance at him, without giving away the fact you were done sulking.

You could make out a pair of glass and a perfect jaw. Dark hair swiped a little to the side. And he seemed to be staring back at you.

"Which ones yours?" He asked out of nowhere, pointing his head at the players.

"Number fourteen, 'Y/L/N" you shrugged in response. "he's my brother"

"So then you would be..." he smiled raising an eyebrow. You couldn't help smile back before giving him your name.

And you never complained about going to another game again, and the name grew into a number which grew into an amazing relationship.

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Hi guys so this is my latest addition to my works, I'm gonna start doing preferences for the boys now. I'll do the basic ones and all that craic but If you lot have any request please don't hesitate to comment.

There might also be a few one shots so just drop in your name and who you'd like and a very very brief storyline description for example the night before their gig or something x

Anyway hope you enjoyed these please check out my other fanfic 'Josh Gray Josh Gray xxx thank youuuuuu