One Directon Preferences

You are American and he insults you

Harry

You were busy at work when your phone exploded. No, not literally.
It was just overflowing with text messages as well as missed phone calls from friends and family. Wondering if there was an emergency, you went to the bathroom and looked through the messages.

F/N: Can you believe he said this about you?

BF/N: Who does he think he is, insulting us like that?

C/N: I'm sure he didn't mean it, but...

Each message ended with a Youtube link.

"Good afternoon," a coworker of yours greeted you as she entered the bathroom, walking over to one of the stalls.

"Good afternoon," you replied back before ducking into another stall. You knew you had to watch this video, even if you risked being caught. You took out your earbuds and plugged them into your phone before tapping the link. It was a One Direction interview, so on top of whatever he said to insult you, it was now on a website that everyone could access and watch it through. Letting out a sigh, you let the video play, waiting for the harsh words your boyfriend had apparently said.

"So, Harry, word on the street is that you have a girlfriend now. Is it true?"

Harry flashed his cute dimples, rubbing the back of his fingers on his nose, "Yes. It is true. Her name is Y/N."

"And I also heard that she is American. What's it like dating her? Is she any different from British girls?"

"Well, um," Harry chuckled, letting his head drop before looking back up at him, "don't take this the wrong way, but she can be kind of loud."

"In bed," Louis grinned at the camera, only to be elbowed by Harry.

"Shut up, Lou."

"So, are you saying most American girls are loud, Harry?" the interviewer asked, bringing the boys back to what they were talking about.

Harry turned back to face the interviewer, "No, I wouldn't stereotype all American girls as loud..."

"Well, I would," Niall scoffed, putting a hand on his knee. "Have you heard them at our concerts? They nearly drown out the music! But don't get me wrong, I don't think it's a bad thing."

"Speaking of concerts, you guys are going on your next tour..."

You stopped the video there, trying not to laugh at how badly your friends were overreacting. So what if he called you loud? Shaking your head with a smile, you flushed the toilet to make it seem like you had done what you were supposed to be doing in a bathroom and put your phone back in your purse. You couldn't wait until you went on your date tonight. You planned on teasing Harry relentlessly throughout dinner.

Louis

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you replied, slipping on his favorite silk nightie.

"Aren't you coming down?"

Now, you loved Louis to the end of the universe and back, but since the World Cup began, his eyes have not left the Telly. You were surprised he had even noticed you were gone.

"Be right there, Sweetie!"

You'd get his eyes off of that screen if it was the last thing you did. His eyes would be on you, and instead of chanting for a goal, he'd be moaning your name. That's right. You were going downstairs to seduce your boyfriend. After putting your hair up into a high ponytail for him–he went crazy when he saw your neck–you opened your underwear drawer and pulled out a black, lace thong. Louis couldn't resist you when you had it on, considering it was what prompted your first time with him. He had walked in on you slipping that on, and he had insisted on slipping it off. Already turned on by the memories flowing through your head, you hurriedly took one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs.