One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

He Finds Something 1D Related of Yours ~ Preference

My preferences still do include Zayn, by my personal choice so if anyone doesn't like him anymore or has a problem with him, that's your personal opinion but please don't comment bad things about him because it hurts other people's feelings who do still support Zayn. If you don't like him please don't read his part, so please no hate<3

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Harry:
"This is a really good story." Harry said and you looked up at him from your place on the couch.

"What is?" You asked.

He continued to scroll through his phone with a smirk on his face, before letting out a laugh.

"This Fanfiction, a fan sent me the link on twitter and it's about me," he said, showing you the Fanfiction.

You read through it, noticing it sounded like what you had written before and your eyes widened once he got to the bottom of the writing to reveal where you had signed your name off at the bottom.

"I think they're a good writer, wouldn't you say so?" He said with a smirk.

"They even have the same name as you," he added and you laughed nervously.

"Yeah," you muttered before Harry burst into laughter.

"You know it's me don't you?" You sighed, a smile on your face.

"Yes I do, but you are seriously a talented writer. I just didn't know you wrote about me." He spoke, raising his eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to take my phone off of me in embarrassment?" He asked you.

"No, what's the point, you've probably read most of it by now anyway." You shrugged.

"That's right, I have babe. I've almost finished the whole book and I've been reading it for a few days now, to be exact." He said, his smirk still evident.

"Get that smirk off of your face, that is awfully sneaky of you." You said, surprised that he had been reading the whole thing and he laughed in response.

"Seriously though, you are a really good writer." He said, genuinely, not taking his eyes off of the screen as he continued to read.

Liam:
"What are all of these?" Liam asked, entering your now shared bedroom with a box full of rolled up posters which had an elastic band around them to keep them folded up.

You were moving in with Liam and you were currently at the house you were moving from, getting all of your stuff together.

"Oh, they're posters." You said.

"Posters? I love posters, what kind?" He asked, excitedly as he set the box down.

"It doesn't matter, why don't you go and get the other boxes?" You suggested, changing the subject as you took the box and set it out of Liam's reach.

"But Y/N I want to see your posters, are they one direction ones?" He asked with a smirk.

"They might be, why?" You said, raising your eyebrows.

"Well I knew you were a fan of us, but that's a lot of posters you've got there." He teased, coming closer to you and taking the box before you could.

"Liam, no! Come on, why did you have to open them?"

He quickly tugged the elastic bands off of the posters, unravelling each one as you stood in front of him. He would've found a way to look at them.

"Most of them have just me on them and then there's loads of all of us." He informed you.

"Yeah I know, I was the one that bought them," you laughed.

"Aw, have I always been your favourite, even up until this day?" He cooed and you rolled your eyes playfully.