One Direction Preferences

Supporting Him While He's Away

Harry: It was late. God, it was late. However, the boys would be on the livestream in a few minutes and you had promised to watch, even though the time difference between here and LA was ridiculous. They were up for four awards tonight and the competition was stiff so not staying up to watch wasn't an option. "You're watching, right?" Harry had asked, for the third time, over the phone as they pulled up to the red carpet. "Yes, babe, I'm watching right now," you had replied sleepily, you regretted not staying in bed longer this morning. He had hung up and you had chuckled lightly as the camera pans over to him struggling to get out of the car while simultaneously trying to get his phone back in his pocket. As they all get in their line for pictures, you take in your boyfriend's outfit. They were apparently going for a new look with him, because even though he was wearing his signature hat and unbuttoned button down, he looked different. You attributed it to all of the different patterns they had thrown on him, even his hat wasn't solid. His blazer was what had caught your eye first. It looked a solid black from afar, but up close you could see the dark maroon, velvet (yes, velvet) pattern swirling over the sleeves. Impressive. He had picked that one out himself, you just knew it. You reach over to the bedside table and grab your phone. '(Y/T/N): hey @Harry_Styles, nice blazer ;) xx', you tweet, letting everyone know you were watching along with them. The night continued with you commenting on Twitter about what was happening on the livestream. The fans even made a trend for you so you joined in on their conversations about who should win what award and celebrated along with them when the boys shot out of their seats as their name was called for the biggest award of the night. '(Y/T/N): SO PROUD RIGHT NOW! Congrats guys!! XXXX'. "Congratulations," you say as soon as the phone call comes. It was ridiculously late, and he would never even attempt to call you at this time on a normal day. However, with all of your activity on Twitter tonight, Harry knew you were still up. "Did you have fun tonight?" He asks with a chuckle. "What do you mean?" "All of these tweets," he says as he scrolls through your feed. "Did you even watch or were you on Twitter the whole time?" "I split-screened it," you say proudly. "Oh of course. Seems like you and the fans had a lot of good things to talk about. I especially like this one where you are making fun of my hat, thanks for that." You laugh in response, remembering the girl that had asked you about what you thought of his choice of accessories. "I only do it because I love you," you tell him. The smile on your face didn't go away even though you didn't end up going to bed until the sun was on its way back up.

Liam: "Hi Scott!" You say back into the phone to the Radio 1 DJ on the other line. "How are you?" He asks cheerfully. You had caught him and everyone else off guard by calling the studio, but they had quickly moved back a few segments so that they could take your call on air. "I'm great, how are you?" "Great, thanks," he responds and you wait for him to continue the conversation, knowing what was coming next. "So to what do we owe the pleasure of this phone call?" "There has to be a reason? I can't just call my favorite DJ just to talk?" He laughs in response to your honest tone. Liam had introduced you to Scott a while back and you were constantly listening to his show and talking to him and Chris Stark via Twitter; so clearly you were best friends. You knew Scott loved to mingle with the boys any chance he got and that included regular conversations with you as well. "Well of course, what would you like to talk about?" He questions, humoring you. "Let's talk about the new One Direction single Steal My Girl," you plug. Scott laughs. "Oh I see what you're doing. Has their management gotten to you too?" "Nah, I just like hearing it on the radio," you answer honestly. Liam was gone, promoting whatever it was he was promoting these days (you had honestly lost track). "Okay, so if I play it for you, what do I get in return?" Scott inquires deviously. "You mean you won't just let me listen to my favorite band without having to have something in return?" You question trying to maintain a sad tone. "Well seeing as we played that song at the beginning of the hour, it would take a lot for them to allow me to play it again." "Oh come on, you play that Taylor Swift crap at least three times an hour." You should have worded that differently, but an opinion is an opinion. Scott laughs yet again. "We do not." "It sure feels like it. I have to turn down the volume at least three times during your show because of it." Shouldn't have said that either, you needed to move on. "Anyways, what do you want in exchange for playing Steal My Girl, the new single by One Direction?" God, they should really hire you for promotional affairs, your plugging abilities were on point today. "Come on Innuendo Bingo next week?" Chris suggest when Scott can't come up with anything. "Yes!" He agrees excitedly. You sigh into the phone. The things you do for Liam.