One Direction preference

You meet in an airplane

Louis: You hated long flights, and what made this one worse was the person sitting behind you. Since you had to board the plane early in the morning, all you wanted to do for the rest of the flight was fall asleep, but the person sitting behind you kept kicking your seat. At first you tried to ignore it, not wanting to be rude, but things were out of control. You stood up from your seat and turned around, "Will you stop that! Christ!" You yelled, not caring if everyone looked at you. As soon as you said those words, your eyes bugged out. Louis Tomlinson. The One Direction Louis was sitting right behind you. You had no idea how you hadn't learned that he was boarding a flight today, since you were a directioner and usually kept updated with the news. "I didn't realize it was bothering you." Louis smirked, obviously lying. "Oh, really?" You asked, feeling a tad confused, wondering how you were feeling so calm. "Well, okay, I knew it was bothering you.... I wanted to talk to you since I saw you when I boarded the plane this morning, and I guess this worked." He smiled, making you blush. Was this happening or was it a dream? You asked yourself as Louis stood and took the empty seat beside you. The two of you talked nonstop the entire flight, later on, exchanging phone numbers.

Harry: "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has warned us about a bit of turbulence. For your safety, please fasten your seat-belts and try to not get up from your seats." You heard a stewardess making an announcement as you woke up from your nap. You had been in the plane for about two hours, and you had five more to go. You groaned, realizing you had to use the bathroom. The turbulence was getting worse, but you couldn't hold it in anymore. You stood up carefully and started walking to the back of the cabin, when suddenly, you lost your balance and fell to the side. You landed on a guy's lap, and your cheeks went bright pink as you realized...."Harry freaking Styles?" Your mouth was wide open, it couldn't be him, could it? "My middle name is Edward, not freaking, but yes that's me!" He said cheekily as you tried to calm down. "Oh, well, sorry about falling on your lap....not really." You whispered. You stared at each other for a few minutes, when you decided the awkward was too much. You ran to the bathroom, and to your surprise, even though the turbulence was still ongoing, once you opened the bathroom door, Harry was standing out, waiting for you. "You never told me your name, nor your cellphone number?" Harry smiled, cheekily, as you tried to not melt. This was the best flight ever!

Niall: You hated airplane food. It was one of those things you despised with burning passion. It was just so bland and not tasty at all. The stewardess had brought you orange juice, and some strange type of food on a plastic plate. You took it, trying to not be rude, but you were not meaning to eat such thing. You were staring out the airplane window, when the person on the seat across from you started whispering. "Pssst! Hey!" It was a guy, you could tell by his voice...and his accent, which you seemed to recognize somehow. "Are you talking to me?" You frowned, noticing his black hoodie, which covered all of his hair, and his black glasses. "Yeah! Are you going to eat that?" He pointed to your plate, making you laugh. "No, do you want it?" You asked. "If you're not going to eat it." He smiled, "Why let food go to waste?" He added, taking off his hoodie and his glasses. You almost went into cardiac arrest. You were so in love with One Direction that your eyes were playing tricks on you...Niall Horan...it couldn't be true. You shut your eyes and opened them quickly, "OMG." You said as Niall cleared his throat. "What?" He asked. "Have all my food, all of it......and my babies too." You whispered as Niall chuckled. "Um....okay. Well, we'll have to get to know each other before that happens." He said, standing from his seat and sitting next to you.

Zayn: As a one direction fan, you knew that Zayn Malik would be taking a flight today, from the same airport you were located in. You, however, didn't know what flight, and as you started boarding your plane, you could not believe what was happening. Zayn Malik was boarding the same flight as you. How much better could things get? You had to ask yourself as you started boarding the plane, walking behind some people. You tried to keep an eye out, looking for him, but as he came out of sight you thought he was sitting in first class. To your surprise, a few minutes later, Zayn was walking toward you. You took your seat and held your breath as he sat next to you. "Breathe. Just breathe. You will survive this." You whispered your mantra, making Zayn look at you, a frown on his face. "Are you all right babe?" He asked. "Oh, I'm all right. I'm good. Better than ever. How are you? Are you all right? Am I annoying you? How is it going?" You breathed out quickly, earning a chuckle from Zayn. "Well, I'm good....even better now that I'm sitting by a pretty girl." He said. "I don't usually do this, but since it's a long flight....I have a question for you." He sighed, "Will you let me draw you?" He asked, placing on his lap a notebook you hadn't noticed. "Draw me like one of your french girls." You laughed, as he shook his head. "I'll take that as a yes." He winked, flipping the pages to a blank page. For the rest of the flight, Zayn drew a picture of you, later on signing it with his name and his phone number.

Liam: This was torture, you thought and yawned as you tried to place your carry-on baggage on the overhead bin. It was about four in the morning, you were falling asleep, and the bag you were carrying was far too heavy. You groaned and sighed, trying to push the bag in, hoping to not annoy any of the passengers, whom were looking at you. You were ready to give up and carry the bag for the rest of your flight, when finally someone decided to rescue you. "Here let me help you." A sweet voice ringed in your ear; you turned around to hand the bag to the stranger, letting it fall to the ground as you saw Liam Payne. "No." You said, not believing it was Liam standing in front of you. "No?" He asked, "You don't want me to help you?" Liam frowned, picking up the bag. "No, I mean, yes. Help me." You said, smiling. "My pleasure." Liam replied. "No one is going to believe this." You said out loud, making Liam turn toward you. "Right? It's not everyday someone helps out another person. Kindness is rare." Liam said. "I mean, no one is going to believe I just met you....Liam...Payne." You cleared your throat as Liam blushed. "Would they believe you if I gave you my cell-phone number?" He asked, smiling as you nodded. "I'm sure they will." You replied, smiling as he pulled you back to his seat, where he wrote his number down, asking for yours as well.