One Direction Preferences

You Think He's Cheating.

Liam- After watching that video, you had every right to think he was cheating. After logging onto twitter and seeing multiple fans sent you a link to a Youtube video, you clicked the link to check it out. It looks like someone recorded it on a phone, so it's obviously not taking by paps. You watch the video, which is of Liam and some girl who is definitely not you, walking into a hotel together holding hands, stopping to what looks to be like a quick kiss before entering the hotel. Very hurt and confused, you text Liam the link with a few question marks. Instead of assuming the worst you still have hope that this video is somehow wrong. You wish Liam wasn't on tour right now, because then you'd feel more secure knowing you could talk about this in person with him. Not what the fans think; That's me walking Niall's date inside after leaving the bar, they were both a bit drunk so I had to hold her hand on the walk inside. The part where it looks like we kissed she actually fell so I had to help her up. Harry was getting Niall in, sorry for the confusion. She's not my type, I prefer (Y/N)'s. Love you (Y/N), I'll skype you later :) He sends, erasing your suspicions. You tweet out: Liam didn't cheat, don't worry guys all a big misunderstanding :)

Niall- You and Niall went to a club last night, and since it was his turn to be the designated driver you got wasted. So you don't really remember much about the night, but you woke up alone on your couch. Having a headache from all that drinking, you walk into yours and Niall's room to get your aspirin but stop when you see two people instead of one in the bed. One's Niall, but the other one is a mystery. "Niall?" You say from the doorway, rubbing your head because damn, did it still hurt. "Hm." He mumbles, looking up at you with sleepy eyes. You point next to him with a raised brow, and he looks to where your fingers pointing. "What the...?" He trails off. "I swear I don't know what's going on." He says, sitting upright and rubbing his head too. "I might have drunken too, 'cause Harry said he'd give us a ride home, I swear I don't know who is under this blanket." He says standing from the bed. "Of course you don't. When I move that blanket, there's going to be a girl who claims you guys hooked up last night, and you're going to say you don't know her. Definitely a likely story." You scoff, ignoring your headache as you walk to the side of the bed where there's the person. You pull the covers off and instead of a person, there's a blow up doll lying in bed. "I do-" "I don't even want to know." You cut him off. "I have a headache. I'm sorry for assuming there was a girl in bed. I'm confused so lets both take some aspirin and head back to sleep." You tell Niall who agrees that's the best plan.

Louis- After all the rumors you hear on a daily basis accusing Louis of cheating on you, or accusing him of finding someone better than you, or of him fooling around with a fan, you're getting a bit worried yourself. Louis' is on tour right now, and he hasn't talked to you much besides the scheduled Skype calls you two planned out before he left. Tonight you have one of those calls scheduled, so to comfort yourself you put on your black lace shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. You curl your hair, and put make-up on to make yourself more comforted, comforted because you know Louis loves your black lace, and you also know Louis likes it when you curl your hair. Two minutes before the call is about to take place, your phone blows off again. You don't get a too good of a look at what's going on before Louis calls you, but you did see it was with Twitter about some sort of new rumor.  "Hi (Y/N)." Louis says, not looking up from his phone once you accept the call. He's typing something out as you say, "Hey Louis, how's tour going?". "It's fine, the fans are loving it so that's good. I don't like the bunks too much." He shrugs, still looking at his phone, chuckling at something he sees. "What's funny?" You ask, slightly hurt he hasn't even looked at you yet. "A text. I'm going to let you know I don't have much time to talk, only about a half hour. I have plans tonight." The slight hurt you had grew, and maybe the latest tweets you've gotten are the only thing going on in your mind as you see Louis laugh at what you're assuming to be another text, your eyes are watering as you imagine him texting some young, beautiful girl you can't compete with. "Who is she?" You ask, trying to disguise the pain in your voice with affirmation. You don't bother to wipe away your tears, he hasn't looked at you once yet and it's been five minutes. "What? Who is who?" He asks confused, raising an eyebrow as he's still smiling at his phone. "The better girl, the new better girl you're texting right now because you realized I'm not the best thing to ever walk into your life as you say I am, the one you're hanging out with in thirty minutes, the girl you're cheating on me with." You say, sniffling in between causing Louis to look at you. "(Y/N)... I'm not texting a girl. I was texting my mum, she told me she got you guys tickets to fly out here for our show in Boston. I was replying to her, she sent a witty reply about how we need to be responsible adults and not prank the hotel when you get here. I'm going out with Liam tonight, well I was going to, but damn that's one heck of a shirt." He says, eyes trained on your boobs as you laugh at your own stupidity. "I'd never cheat on you, I must be a really shitty boyfriend if you think I'd cheat." He sighs, typing one last thing in his phone before tossing it to the side. "You've got me all night, I just told Liam I'm not going with him tonight because something sexy and important came up." He smiles at you. "I'm sorry Lou, the fans have just been spreading so many rumors lately, I guess I believed one of them. If you want to go out with Liam still, go ahea-" "No, no I don't want to go out with Liam anymore. I think I want to talk to you all night, as long as you plan on showing me what's under that amazing shirt sometime later?" He jokingly suggests, causing you to laugh at your boyfriends antics.