One Direction preference

Your first date

Harry:

“No, no. Why don’t you just go. Tell him I’m sick. Tell him I died.” You pulled away from your friends grip. You were leaning backwards and without her support you would’ve fallen to the ground. “Your being a bit dramatic. It’s just a date.” Your mouth opened and your raised your eyebrows suggestively. Her face stayed composed as she acted like what she was making you do was normal. “It is not just date. You expect me to act normal. It’s Harry freaking Styles. I probably won’t even be able to talk.” Your friend had set you up on a date. She was friends with Harry, and she thought you were “perfect for each other” she droned on about how you guys both have a great sense of humor, and how you both love music, and how your eyes were practically the same color, while she fixed your hair up into perfect curls. “You never shut up, of course you’ll be able to talk.” She was right, but also so wrong, “Nothing I say will make any sense.” She rolled her eyes and pushed you into the open door of the restaurant. She waved you goodbye, and she was gone. You hated her. You hated her. You hated her. You trudged along, and gave Harry’s name to the person at the front. He raised an eyebrow and led you to a table in the back. Harry stood up at the sight of you. A grin stretched across his face. Crap, he looked prefect. You sighed knowing that you would try too hard, and the date would end in disaster. He gave you a polite kiss on the cheek and introduced himself, even though he didn’t need to. You started talking. Your first conversation revolved around your friend. Eventually you found yourselves drooling over the food, showing each other the pictures on the menus, indecisively trying to order. He mumbled something and you replied. He laughed. Was he seriously laughing? Why did he think you were so funny? He was still laughing. He was clutching his stomach. What is going on. You continued through the date, aware of every movement you made and every word you said. Why was he talking to you. Why didn’t he get up and leave. He just stayed, and laughed and smiled. When the date ended, he walked you outside to your waiting friend, and hesitantly leaned into your lips. “I had a great time. Let’s do this again soon?”

Zayn:

“Come on please? Just one quick little cup of coffee?” You walked away continuing your daily tasks at work. Somehow you landed an internship at a record company. Zayn had been trying to get you to go out with him for weeks, but you knew how boys like him worked. They pretend to love you, they fade away, they find someone else, they leave you broken. “No Zayn, I have to work.” You were filing papers into a desk. “Come on. You’re almost done. PLEASEEEEE!” You sighed. Part of you wanted to say no, but most of you wanted to say yes. You forced yourself to look away from his chocolate brown eyes that were slowly melting your heart. “No.” You stated bluntly. He whipped you around and pulled your wrists up to his chest. “Just a quick coffee.” You couldn’t help it. He was so prefect. You felt a smile prick around the corners of your lips. You rolled your eyes and nodded silently. He jumped up and down and clicked his heels together as he disappeared through the hallway. You stood there with a confused body expression. Suddenly he came booming down the hall with your coat in his hand. “Let’s go.”

Niall:

A weak knock was rapped against your door. You grabbed your shoes and shoved them on as you pranced down the stairs. You peered through the window, only to see a bit of blonde hair on your front porch. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and opened the door. He grinned awkwardly. Was he nervous? No way. You stepped outside and you were led to his car. He actually opened the car door. Something about it made your heart flutter. You thought stuff like that only happened in books. You settled into the warmth of his car. He tapped his steering wheel to the beat of the music. You were supposed to see some movie, which was pretty normal for you two. You had been friends for a while, but you realized that you wanted more. He finally had the guts to ask you out. “Hmm, (Y/N)?” he questioned, “Do you mind if we do something else?” You smiled. You were hoping you wouldn’t have to sit through another action packed movie that kept you clenching the arm rests the whole night. “Sure. We can do whatever.” He made a swift U-turn and you were on your way to your new destination. As you continued, the landscape became greener and greener. He stopped at a large park, it was sweet, homey, welcoming. A few walkers strolled around on the sidewalk, and a couple little kids chased after a dog as their parents watched. A lake glistened against the sunlight. It was breathtaking. He led you over to a bench and took out a box of candy from his pocket, and offered you some. You sat in silence taking in the fresh air. He joked around and talked about a concert. You continued to nibble on candy as the sun went down. A cool breeze settled in and you moved in closer to him. Everything was perfect. He was perfect, the night was perfect, the date was perfect. Stars glistened and he leaned into whisper to you, “I have wanted to take you here for a while.”