One Direction Preferences

You use your "celebrity status" for the wrong reason

Harry: You shouldn't be dropping Harry Styles name to get tickets to a football match but it's the football match so, maybe just once wouldn't be so bad. He had just shaken his head when you dropped his name, knowing that now he would have to attend the game in order for you to get tickets for a game he really had no interest in going to see. "But Haz, it's Real Madrid and Cristiano! We... please, say you'll go with me!" you beg after you've secured tickets based on Harry's name when the games been sold out for months. "Well, I have to go now! I'll get us a flight and a hotel" he sighs but he can't really be mad, this is the first time you've ever used his name for something. And really, a football match isn't that big of a deal.

Liam: "So... I kinda used your name today to get something" you say nonchalantly and Liam looks up with a raised eyebrow. "And, what will I be in the papers for this time?" he sighs and you bite your lips nervously. "Ok, so it wasn't even really my fault! This stop sign may or may not have been there before and I ran it. I may have dropped your name in the middle of a hysterical sentence and the policeman dropped my ticket to a warning because his daughter apparently loves you" you ramble and Liam sighs, setting his pen down from the paperwork he'd been signing to rub at his temples. "You can't keep using my name when you get pulled over for tickets" he tells you and you smile softly. "I know, I'm sorry" you tell him, sliding into his lap and he nods. He supposes, they've been little incidents when you've used his name for something so... maybe, it's not so bad.

Niall: You are more than happy to use Niall's status as a way to get into clubs, bypassing the lines and go straight in. You shouldn't be but after a long week of school and time apart from your boyfriend, being able to forgo a line and go straight into a club is nice. You don't have to pay your drinks, the club picks up the drinks others don't pay for simply because you're Niall Horan's girlfriend. "I shouldn't do that this often, right?" you question him one night, looking down to your computer screen where his face is on Skype and he shrugs. "If you enjoy it then go for it. It's not hurting anyone" he assures you, watching as you pull your hair out from the hot rollers. "But... I'm basically using your name for my own gain" you complain and Niall chuckles. "This is the only time you've ever used my name and frankly, I'm proud that you're using it for free drinks" he chuckles and you smile. If Niall wasn't bothered by it then neither were you.

Louis: "Do you know who I am?" You ask the girl at the customer service desk. Louis got clothes for free from this store all the time yet she was charging you for your purchases. "You all give Louis clothes all the time," you say to her with an angry tone. "I'm sorry but I haven't been authorized to give you anything for free," she explains. "Where's your manager?" You say annoyed, rolling your eyes. She calls the store manager over the radio and looks at you worried. "Hi (y/n), what seems to be the problem?" The manager asks. "The problem is that I really like these clothes, but apparently I'm not allowed to have them," you explain. The manager looks at the worried girl and then back to you. "I am so sorry (y/n) I will bag these up for you myself," she says. "I will make sure that every employee knows that you are allowed to have what you want from the store," she continues packing your new clothes into bags. "Thank you," you say looking at the girl as if to say ' I told you so.'

Zayn: Zayn had told you that whatever you wanted you could have, no matter what it was. But as you stand in front of security at the Maroon 5 concert you see that this isn't always the case. You're pissed. You had been looking forward to this concert for weeks, but hadn't bought tickets because Zayn had said you wouldn't need any. But as security denies you and your friends entry to see the show, you erk as annoyance succumbs your body. "Listen! For the five thousandth time, Zayn , my boyfriend, I know you know him, said that I didn't have to have tickets," you practically shout. As he shakes his head yet again, you take your phone out. You don't call Zayn, but Paul. Paul could get you in anywhere and you knew it. When he answers you tell him the situation and he asks to speak to the security guard. After only a few moments on the phone the guard is handing your phone back and letting you in the door.