One Direction Preferences

jealous ~ Mr. Styles

"Hey, babe," Harry came walking into the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel hanging from his hips. "What are you going to be doing today?" He asked you.

You set your laptop aside to let him sit in front of you. "I don't know, not much," You stood up, walking to your closet to pick something out to wear. "Niall did ask me if I wanted to hang out with him today."

"Again?" You heard Harry say with annoyence evident in his voice. "That's like the fourth time this week? What the hell does he want?"

You turned around to look at him and put you hands on your hips. "Why are you being like this? Niall just wants to hang out with me. As friends," you especially emphasized the word 'friends', because that's what you were.

But of course Harry had to make a big deal out of it, like he always does, especially when I'm talking about Niall. He basically does that to all men 'to protect me' like he always said. But there was something different about Niall that's been pissing him off so much lately, and I can't seem to figure out why.

Yes, me and Niall are very close, but that's what best friends are. We'd been best friends even before I met Harry. Niall was even the person who introduced me to him. Him and Harry also always were best friends, but now by the way Harry talks about him or to him, it's like that's changed completely.

"I bet he doesn't see you that way," he mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough so I couldn't hear it. "By the way, we never have a day to ourselves anymore because you're always with him."

You felt sorry for him, but you were also angered by the way he was acting. "Yes, maybe we don't hang out as much as before. And yes, maybe I hang out with Niall a lot instead, but at least he's not disrespectful to the people I care about."

You started walking towards the bedroom door, but an arm held me back. "You're mine, do you understand?" You shrugged his arm off and looked at him once again.

"I'm not an object, so I'm not 'yours'. I'm your fiancé, that's all I am and if you keep on acting like this I won't even be that anymore," You walked down the stairs, put on your shoes and jacket and walked out, making sure to slam the door shut.

A few hours later, you and Niall stumbled through the front door, laughing our asses off because a story that he told me was apparently so funny. Well basically everything is funny when you're a little tipsy.

After you told Niall everything that happened between me and Harry today, he offered to take me to a pub to just drink it all away. Maybe we drank a little bit too much, but that's fine because you had already forgotten about that fight.

Niall plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on. "Hey, do you want something to eat or drink?" You asked him as you undid your jacket and walked into the kitchen, which was attached to the livingroom where he was sitting.

"Uhm, yeah, can I get another beer?" He asked me, well more like demanded me because we all know that if he asks for alcohol you should just give it him or else he'll just beat you.

"Damn, you're like an alcoholic," You chuckled and heard him laugh too. What you didn't hear was the bedroom door open upstairs and someone walking down the stairs to where we were. "But, honestly, I think you've had enough,"

"Yes, I think so too, Niall," You jumped when you suddenly heard Harry speak up behind me. At that moment, the fight we had earlier came flashing back in your mind and once again you were becoming pissed. "Y/N, can I talk to you for a second in private?" you stared at him in disbelief. How dare he interrupt my time with your best friend?! This conversation better be good then.

We walked into our laundry room and Harry closed the door behind him. "What do you think you're doing?" You spat at him as soon as it was closed. "From your tone I assume you're still pissed," He then said.

"Pissed?" You looked at him and cocked my eyebrow at him. "I'm beyond furious! What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this towards me and Niall? I want some explanations now," You whisper yelled, because we couldn't let Niall know we where fighting, although he might know from the look you gave him before we walked in that shit was about to go down.

"So you seriously can't see it?" His tone now simular to yours. "You can't see the way he looks at you? How he checks you out like you're a prey and he's the predator? He wants you, Y/N. He wants you in ways only I can have you!"

Honestly, you were shocked he was saying this, but you understand now. You didn't see it because you didn't realize he was doing all that and you never paid attention to it either because he's your best friend and best friends aren't supposed to do such things. But you couldn't help but believe everything Harry was saying about him.

Suddenly everything he ever said to you made sense. The way he flirted with you, but you always thought he was being playful like all friends are so you just played along, not thinking he would actually mean such things. But turns out he did mean all of it.

"I want to believe you," you whispered, afraid Niall would hear. "But I have to witness it with my own eyes first," You walked out and motioned him to come along. You walked back into the livingroom were you sat down on one couch next to Niall and Harry sat down on the other.

"Everything alright between you two?" He asked, mostly directed to you because he was only looking at you, not even knowledging Harry sitting on the other side of the room, staring at the both of us intently.

"Yes, everything is fine now between us," You smiled at Harry and he smiled back lovingly. The next few seconds were so quick you didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, you felt his hand on your knee, his thumb gently caressing it. Although he didn't go any further than that, you felt super uncomfortable with him all of a sudden. You looked at Harry in need for him to stick up for you which he also immediately did.

"Get your bloody hands off my girl, mate," He growled towards Niall. You heard Niall chuckle and you saw Harry grow angrier every second his hand was still on my knee.

"Are you jealous, Harry?" Niall challenged him. Bad move, my friend. "But I'm not actually doing anything. I mean, we're all friends here aren't we?" 

Harry suddenly stood up, stormed towards us and yanked Niall from the couch. "Yes, because you're touching my fiancé in inappropiate ways," He threw Niall on the ground. "Get the fuck out of my house and don't bother coming around either for a long time,"

You stood up and watched Niall stumble towards the front door. Harry pulled you in for a hug. "Thank you," you mumbled quietly as he held you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat very clear and you knew it was only beating for you right now. He lifted your head and looked at you with loving eyes. He kissed you passionately and pushed you back on the couch, hovering over you, not even noticing Niall slamming the front door shut.