One Direction Preferences

He catches you cheating

Harry: "Will I get to see you then? Just tell him you're going out with the girls or something. Please" the text on the screen of your phone reads. Harry glances to the bathroom where you're stepping out of the shower before glancing back down at your phone. He hadn't meant to pick the phone up but when it vibrated, he had assumed it was his own iPhone. Setting the phone back down on the dresser, Harry pretends as if he'd never seen the message when you walk out with a smile. Doubt starts to fill his mind as you swipe your finger against the screen, a small smile on your lips as you answer. "Do you want to go out tonight? It's my day off, probably the only one in a while" Harry questions, muting the TV in the hotel room and you give him a smile. "I'm gonna go out with Candice and Nina, I haven't seen them in a while" you lie and Harry nods his head, dread filling his body as you enter the bathroom again. You're getting ready, pulling on leggings and a sheer white top when Harry glances to your phone again. "I can't wait to see you, it's been too long since we've been together ;)" the text reads and suddenly, things seem to fall into place for Harry. He shouldn't follow you when you leave but he does. He sits outside a small white house in a Los Angeles neighborhood. He slouches down against the front seat hours later when you emerge from the house, running your fingers through your mused hair as a man steps out behind you. Harry realizes he's seen this man before, on TV and it takes everything in him to remember where. It dawns on him when the man presses his lips to your neck at the cab; he's Joseph Morgan, a fellow Brit and Harry feels like he's going to vomit for more than the obvious reasons. "I saw you, I know" he texts you, turning the car in the opposite direction of where the cab had taken you before he shuts his phone off and just drives.

Liam: "Do you think I'll get to meet Chris Evans?" Liam questions, gripping your hand as you enter the MTV Awards and you shake your head. "So, you're most excited about meeting a dude?" you question, gesturing to the beautiful women surrounding you and Liam shrugs his shoulders. "He's Captain America... it's allowed" Liam explains, straining his head to try and catch a glimpse of the actor. It's not until the after party when Liam finally sets his sights on the man and he turns to you with wide eyes. "What should I do? Should I go talk to him? What if I make a fool of myself?" Liam questions, words stopping when you press a kiss to his lips. "Let's go say hi" you tell him, taking his hand to lead him across the way. "Hi, I just wanted to say that we're huge fans... Captain America is his favorite superhero" you explain, gesturing to Liam when Chris gives you a smile. "Well, thank you. He's my favorite too. I'm Chris" he introduces himself, shaking Liam's hand before pressing a kiss to your knuckles and you giggle. "This is my girlfriend, (Y/N)" Liam introduces, wrapping an arm around your waist and Chris nods his head with a chuckle. "Message received" he chuckles and Liam's eyes go wide before he starts to stutter an apology. "We'll be going now" you tell Chris, pushing Liam away but Chris catches your fingers. "I'm just saying, if I ran into you without the boyfriend I wouldn't object to that" Chris told you with a smirk before you walked away. You mull over his comment for over an hour before you pressed a kiss to Liam's cheek and informed him you were going to the bathroom. "I see I've managed to find you without the boyfriend" Chris says, leaning against the wall behind him after he'd exited the bathroom to find you walking towards them. "Bathroom" you told him, heart hammering because that was only half-true. He grins, crowding you but giving you ample time to turn him down before he's pressing a kiss to your lips. It takes a moment before you're wrapping your arms around his shoulders and returning the kiss, leaning back against the wall. Liam rounds the corner, searching for the bathrooms before he stops at the sight ahead of him. He stammers, not sure what to do before he turns and walks away. The whole way back to the table, he's unsure of what to do or how to address the situation. But, when you return and slide into his lip to press a kiss that seemed like an apology against his lips, Liam decides to keep it a secret that he had seen you.

Niall: A few months back, Niall had decided to ignore the tweets going back and forth between you and Jack Harries. They were minor and not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. He even chose to ignore it when the two of you exchanged numbers at a party, telling himself that it was good you were making more friends. He continues to ignore the warning signs until he finds he can no longer ignore them. You've put a lock on your phone and have changed the password to your laptop and all your accounts. You disappear for periods of times and seem to be working with a different group for school every other week. Things just aren't adding up and Niall wants to deny it's what he thinks it is. He eventually manages to get into your accounts and scrolls through personal messages between you and the YouTube sensation that are less friendly and more sexual. In your defense, your responses aren't as explicit as Jack's questions and comments but it doesn't make them any less inappropriate. He sees that the two of you had finally agreed to meet up at a hotel on the south side of London and Niall literally feels his world fall apart. He pulls a hat over his blonde locks and decides he'll wait for you at the hotel and confront you when you can't ignore him or lie. He prints out all the evidence he needs before he sets off. Picking a seat in the corner of the lobby, Niall slouches down as his knee bounces up and down in anxiety. The elevator opens and you step out, a slight tremor to your step as you begin wiping at your cheeks. Niall stands and makes his way towards you, faltering when he sees that you've noticed him and your tears fall harder. "I... I know, I know this is wrong but, I couldn't. I just couldn't" you cry against his chest. "I shouldn't even be here and I'm stupid, so stupid but... I couldn't do it. I just stood there out side the door and realized, this is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever done. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" you cry against him and the heart ache and agony and desperation in your voice makes Niall forget that you had ever done anything wrong as he wraps you in his arms and takes you home. He vows that night to be more attentive and to not let things go; he vows to fight harder and be everything you could ever need.

Louis: He had left you to go off with Niall for a week of football matches and beer. None of it bothered you, except for the fact that you would be in this house, alone, on a week you thought you would be spending with him. It had been only three days since he had said his goodbyes and left you with a small peck on the cheek before getting in the cab to head out to pick up his bandmate. It wasn't the sincerest goodbye and it stayed with you even now. You couldn't help but wish he wouldn't have gone, but you didn't want to come across as the clingy girlfriend. You look around the empty first floor of the house. The silence was eerie; you had to get out. Your friends were all back at university and so you had taken on the streets of London by yourself. The weather was perfect for a stroll, unusual for London but you hadn't complained. The birds sang their songs as you walked past several clothing shops on your way to grab a late morning coffee. As you turned the corner to make your way a few more blocks to the shop your body was met forcefully by another. Taking several steps back as your body ricocheted your eyes focused on who you had just collided with. "I am so sorry," the guy had said apologetically. "Totally my fault," you responded with, looking him over. You knew him, of him at least. "Marcus?" You questioned, still unsure if he was the guy from YouTube that you thought he was. His eyes grew wide as he realized who you were and that you knew who he was. "You're (y/n) aren't you? Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend?" You nodded and a smile formed on his face. "You know me?" He continued. You smiled and nodded yet again. "That's awesome. What are you getting into today?" He had asked eagerly. You moved over to let the others on the sidewalk by as you told him the situation Louis had left you in. He had sympathized with you, telling you exactly what you wanted to hear, warming all of the resentment you had. Feeling the connection you had invited him back to the house seeing as he had ended up with nothing to do for the rest of the day. The car ride back home was full of flirtation and cheeky smiles. Once you shut the front door behind him you could not help but wrap your arms around him allowing him to pull you in. The two of you stumbled over to the couch, removing most of your clothes before collapsing onto the suede cushions. You worked your kisses down his toned chest until you reached his belt. You had cheekily grinned up at him before returning your focus. The loud slam of the front door was just a memory now as you sit at the bottom of the steps, your tears having all dried up completely. Louis had come back early only to find you on top of some guy he had never seen before. He had thrown a few punches, as did Marcus. He hadn't even look at you as he stormed up the stairs shouting, "Getting him the FUCK out of here." You had only been able to pick up Marcus's shirt from the floor and open the door for him. No words were exchanged, just defeated glances. You had then made your way to the bottom step only to slump against the wall and cry.

Zayn: 'Group night out' you supposed was what someone would define this as. All of the boys and the girlfriends were together for a night at the Buddha. This was the first night that everyone's schedule was clear so you and the rest of the girls decided to plan a group outing. First there was dinner at Hakkasan and then a short walk to the nightclub. When the lot of you got together, no matter how many were able to attend, it was rare that you actually stayed together, especially at a night club. Some of the boys would be at the bar, while others found themselves in the private lounge and the same with girls. So around midnight you found yourself out of Zayn's sight and on the dance floor with someone you had never met. The two of you danced for what seemed ages before he took your hand and led you back out of the crowed and into his private lounge. You went willingly, feeling like an absolute goddess in his presence. He says no words as he sits you on the plush sofa and walks over to close the velvet curtains. He turns back to face you and says nothing. He slides beside you, pulling your legs to his before reaching around to leave kisses on your neck. Your hand finds its way to his belt as his lips find their way to yours. You pull his belt off and work on his jeans while his hands find their way up your dress caressing you perfectly. You straddle him once he has kicked his jeans to the side, your dress flowing over his waist. He smiles at you as his hands explore more of your body. The two of you are too lost in the moment to realize the silent entrance of a third party, Zayn. He stands to the side in disbelief as he winces at what he sees. Once he realizes you aren't going to pull your attention away to notice him he quietly slips back out, only to rush out of the club, catching a taxi to take him home.