One Direction Preferences

He Ignore's You

Harry: "What are you thinking about getting?" You question, crawling into his lap as he sits on the couch, a Top Gear rerun playing on the television. "This," he says, holding his hands up to your face, forming a box around your features. You roll your eyes, "What are you really getting?" You push his hands down from your face. "I'm being serious." No he wasn't. Was he? "Harry you don't expect me to believe that you're actually going to get my face tattooed on your body," you counter, leaning away from him a bit. "Oh, but I am, Zayn got Perrie." He reaches back to grab his phone off of the arm rest, pulling up the sketch the artist drew of you for him. "Harry!" You whine, looking at the picture in horror. He just laughs, placing his hands on yours to balance you as he gets up from the couch. "My appointment is in fifteen, I should be going." "Harry," you spit, your eyes and tone showing your seriousness. "It will look fine," he assures you. "No! Harry you can't do this." "Why not? Are you planning on breaking up with me or something?" "Well no, but that doesn't mean you need to go and get something ridiculous like my face tattooed on you." "Don't put yourself down like that," he jokes, patting your shoulder as he slips on his boots and grabs his keys. "Harry, for the love of God, don't do it." He leaves you with a smile, shutting the door behind him. Traffic makes him twenty minutes late for his appointment, but of course his artist kept the schedule open. "Hey mate, ready?" He questions once Harry finally walks through the door. "Yeah, sorry, traffic was crazy." "Don't worry about it, let's get you in the chair." Harry follows him through the shop and into the empty room that he had been in so many times before. He slips his black t-shirt off, laying it over the back of the chair before sitting down, exposing the blank canvas that was his right arm. "So we're still going for this, right?" The man questions, holding up the sketch of you. Harry looks it over, smiling at how detailed and beautiful it was. "I was actually thinking you could maybe freehand something for me instead." Harry had thought his decisions over while the traffic kept him stuck on the A1, coming to the conclusion that you would take a knife to his arm to remove any trace of your face if he actually went through with this. You weren't as understanding as Perrie. "Sure man, what were you thinking?" "Can you just do a pink bow, like here on my wrist," he says, holding his left arm out, turning it over to find an empty place. "Pink bow?" The man questions. "Marie's bow. From the Aristacats? It's her favorite Disney character." The man smiles and nods. "She wasn't too happy about the whole portrait thing, was she?" "Not at all," Harry laughs, shaking his head. This was a small gesture towards his feelings for you, although still very permanent. 

Liam: No. Whatever he wants, no. You look down at Liam's phone screen as it displays Andy's name. "No," you answer before he can even say a word. "I haven't even said anything." "Whatever you're wanting him to do, no." He had drug Liam out every night this week, spending most of their nights with their beloved Buddha. "Oh, come on," Andy begs. "No! He can stay in one night," you explain. "But it's Friday night!" His tone was turning from whine to harsh. "He's not coming out." "God you're such a bitch sometimes." At that you hang up the phone, you hated Liam's friends sometimes. "Who were you yelling at?" He questions when you walk up to join him in the office, watching as he signs a stack of posters for charity. "Andy." "Why? What did he want?" "What do you think he wants?" Liam chuckles, despite your clear annoyance with the phone call. "When is he coming to get me?" You roll your eyes. "He isn't." "Why not?" He turns around to look at you. "Liam, you've been out with him every night this week. Don't you think you should stay home at least once?" "Babe, I'm only on break for another week, and Andy and I rarely get to see each other." "We were just with him like a month ago!" Liam gets up from his seat at the desk, pushing past you to retrieve his phone from the living room. You scoff, rolling your eyes in the process. "Why can't you just stay in?" You question, once Liam had returned upstairs, having called Andy back to get the night's plans in order. "Because he doesn't come with me on tour, you do." What difference does that make? You weren't seeing the point he was trying to make, unsure if there was a point at all. He leaves the office as is, closing the French doors behind him before making his way to the bedroom to get dressed. You sit on the bed, watching him blatantly ignoring your request for a night in. You say nothing though as he steps into his black jeans. There was no point in fighting him over it. He is going to do what he wants; he has the right to after all. He brings his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Please don't be upset." You nod slowly, unsure of how you feel at this moment. You watch as he walks out of the bedroom and listen for the front door to shut behind him. Andy had won this time.