One Direction Preferences

Your too much alike

Harry: You step out onto the balcony of the stadium; the hot Florida sun immediately bearing down. You pull your sunglasses down to cover your eyes as you lean over the concrete edge to see the line of fans wrapped around the venue. There was easily a hundred of them and the show wasn't for another five hours or so. You noticed a lot of them were fanning themselves and seeking shade wherever they could, not having planned for such hot temperatures. You walk back into the air conditioned stadium, making your way to find Sarah. Once in catering you begin to search, hoping Sarah would show up to help you. "Aren't you supposed to be in sound check?" An Aussie accent asks. You turn around to meet the gaze of the tall guitarist standing behind you, a plate full of food in his hands. "Not unless I've joined the group without my knowledge," you joke. "Sorry, you looked just like him when you were bending down there." "Not sure how to take that, so I'll just forget you said it." You had gotten that comment before. You dressed the same, and now with his long locks, Luke was right, it was hard to tell you two apart sometimes. "What are you looking for, dear?" Sarah asks, coming in from the kitchen. "Thank God," you praise, your lifesaver had finally shown up. "How many cups do you think we have?" You ask her, sticking to the plan you had drawn up in your head while you were out on the balcony. "There are a few cases of Styrofoam ones in the pantry," she answers. "Could you help me with something?" "Of course, love, what do you need?" "There are at least a hundred girls already outside for the show, and it's so hot out there. Do you think you could help me fill up a few coolers of water to take to them?" A smile spreads across her face at your kindheartedness. "I sure can, come on." She leads you back into the kitchen where her assistants were working on dinner for the boys (all nine), the band, and the crews. "This should be enough," she says, pulling down a full box of cups and sitting them on the bottom shelf of one of the serving carts. "If you'll get those down for me, dear, I will start filling them up with ice." You reach up and grab the first cooler off of the top of one of the refrigerators, your lanky legs making you better at this task than her. You grab the second one down and join Sarah at the ice machine. "This is really sweet of you," she comments once both coolers are full of ice water and you are steering the cart down the corridor on the way to the main doors. "It's just so hot out there. I'd hate for anyone to get sick and not be able to make it to the show." She smiles yet again. "I swear, sometimes it's scary how much alike you and Harry are. He would do the same thing in a heartbeat." "He's rubbed off on me I guess." "Oh rubbish, you've always been such a caring young woman." You can't help but smile at her compliment. It wasn't hard to have compassion for the fans. It just came more naturally to some, you and Harry included.

Liam: "That's a really cute shirt," you hear from behind you. You turn around to greet the smiling face. "Thank you!" You respond happily, as the girls in front of you do their best to control their giggles. You had questioned your choice of floral fluorescent pink this morning, but decided to put away your negative thoughts. You had loved the look of it on the rack a week ago, yet you were unsure how exactly you were going to pull it off. However, you could wear what you want; no one was stopping you, so you put it on this morning and headed off to go pick up Ruth. "You're style is always so great," the other girl comments and you smile. "Awe, thank you so much." "Yeah, I wish I could dress like you." You smile widely, happy to be around a few of Liam's fans that actually had nice things to say to you. You feel an arm brush up against you and you look over to see Ruth beside you, a few blouses draped over her arm, only a half-smile on her face. "See you around, okay?" You say to the girls in order to bring your attention back to Ruth. "Yeah, we'll definitely see you," they giggle and walk away. "Isn't every day the nice ones come out," you comment as you follow Liam's sister back through the store to the check-out. "I'm not sure they were being nice," she admits, lifting her new clothes up onto the counter once the two of you had reached it. "What do you mean?" They had complimented the shirt you had questioned yourself in; it was a confidence boost. "I don't think they actually liked the shirt. I saw them eyeing you before they approached you, they couldn't stop laughing and taking pictures." Oh. Well that's a buzz kill. "Sorry," she adds. "No, no. It's fine. I'm used to it." It's true, you were. You were used to being on the negative side of the attention. However, it was always a low blow when they pretended to be nice. It was like you weren't even worth them being real. "You know, Liam's the same way," she says, a warm smile forming on her face. You look over at her, you had never really compared yourself to him. "He's always seeing the good in people, even when they're blatantly being mean to him. It's like he can't see it, or doesn't want to." Her explanation made sense. You had never been one to think humans were inherently bad. You were always trying to keep a positive attitude even though you were constantly surrounded by the opposite. "It's cute though, how you two are alike in that way. Everyone loves to be around you because of it." You look at her unsure of how true her statement was. "Well the people that matter, at least." That was more like it. The two of you fall silent as Ruth pays for her new clothes and you turn to follow her out of the store. "It if makes you feel any better," she begins, looking over at you, "they couldn't even compete with you and your style; they looked like shit." You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at her words as the two of you walk past the girls that had approached you. You smile at them, continuing your kindness as you exited the shop, knowing Liam would have acted in the same manner.