One Direction Preferences

Sweater Weather

Harry:

"I thought you said you weren't cold?" He asks as he looks over at you as you shiver. You look up at him and shake your head. "I'm not," you assure him. He only gets closer to you, pulling you into him even though there were eyes everywhere. "You know you're only going to cause a scene," you remind him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not letting you freeze." You smile and bring your arm in around his back underneath his jacket to keep warm. The weather had turned cold all of a sudden and although you had worn a sweater today, it still wasn't enough. "You want to get some coffee before we go back to my place?" You nod into his chest as the two of you keep walking. You never did this. Allowed him to hold you like this and take you out without at least one other person around. You had learned your lesson. You and Harry out on your own only meant trouble, and not the good kind. It meant people starting unnecessary rumors and you not being able to go out on your own without being stopped by at least a handful of people questioning you about your relationship with him. You didn't have a relationship with him though. It was a friendship, that's all. No one seemed to understand it though. He went with it, and that annoyed you. He even joked about it on a fair amount of occasions, taking your hand when he knew the cameras were around, or posting pictures when he was with you to drive the fans wild. "Let's go in here," he says as he looks around after opening the door to the coffee shop for you. There had been plenty of people around to witness his actions. He nods over to an empty table and you follow his gesture to claim the table while he goes to the counter. "(Y/N)!" He calls over a few minutes later once he's finished ordering. You close your eyes as your head falls. He was so good at causing a scene when he wanted to. You get up from your seat, to help him carry over what he had ordered. "I could hit you right now," you threaten him, but he only smiles, knowing exactly what he had done. "You love me," he says as he leans down to your ear. You shrink up as you continue to walk, knowing every eye in the coffee shop would now be on the two of you up until you left.

Liam:

He had been gone all day today, leaving you in the flat by yourself. Yes, he was still on break but that didn't mean he didn't have to make a few trips over to the management building for some important meetings. You had kept yourself busy with cooking and cleaning as you usually did. The space never really got that dirty, but on days spent by yourself you couldn't help but make sure everything was kept tidy. You also had spent a fair amount of time in the kitchen today taking lessons from Jamie Oliver via the internet. He was a lifesaver as far as you were concerned. Liam would never get a descent home cooked meal if it weren't for Jamie's YouTube channel. You sit on the couch now, your day was finished. The fire you had lit was still going, keeping the cold on the other side of the windows out. You were now just waiting for Liam to return home, not wanting to go to bed without him. The television was keeping you company, plenty of season premiers were on today and you had seemingly caught every one of them. You smile as you hear a key in the door, turning the TV off, and turning around to watch him come in. He stands in the doorway as his eyes lock on yours, a smile spreads on his face. He kicks his shoes off at the door, pulling his jacket off and draping it over the back of the couch as he walks around to be in front of you. He holds his hand out and you take it. He pulls you from your seat and into his arms. "Dance with me," he requests. "But there's no music," you acknowledge and laugh as he begins to sway. "Dance with me anyways." He holds your hand in his as you bring your free one around his neck, his other arm tightly around your waist. "I missed you today," he says as he gives you a kiss. "I missed you too. How did everything go today?" He spins you around as he answers your question, you can't help but giggle. "Fine. One of the longest meetings we've ever had but it all turned out great in the end." You weren't exactly sure what had gotten into Liam. His meeting must have been incredibly boring to make him act like this as soon as he walked through the door. But of course it was. He was never interested in anything they had to say. You spin back into him and pull your hand back around his neck, keeping him close. "You want dinner?" You inquire as the two of you continue to sway around the room. "What did Jamie show you today?" He teases. You had never hidden the fact that you had help with the meals you cooked, and he thought it was cute that you tried so hard to keep him from getting takeaway every night. "Spanish chorizo and potato stew," you answer and you watch his eyes light up. "Really?" Yeah, he was impressed. You nod with a pridful smile. "Later," he quicikly says and you frown. "But Liam.." "Hush, I want to keep dancing."