1D + 5SOS preferences

You speak another language (1D)

Harry: You and dear Harold decided to take a day trip to paris, since England and France were neighboring countries. It only took about 5 hours, which was nothing compared to what Harry usually travels. You two were walking around, completely lost even though both you and Harry have been there more times than you can count. "Where the fuck are we going!?" Harry stomped as you two took another corner, turning onto a street you're not familiar with. "Uhmm." You mumbled, scanning the area. It was a cute street. Little cafe's, people on bikes, some kind of fountain. "I want to go back to the hotel!" Harry whined. "Shut up and lets just ask for directions!" You snapped. "But there's only One Direction." He snickered and you shot him a look. You spotted a group of people and started pulling Harry as you walked towards them. "stop. I don't like how they look, ask that lady instead." He said, swinging you the other way. You sighed and started walking up to her. "Wait but we don't know french!" He said, pulling you back. "Lots of people here know english Haz." You said, letting go of his hand and walking up to the lady. But of course, of all people, she spoke no english. "Bonjour? Es-ce que je peux t'aider?" (Hello? Can I help you?) she asked sweetly. "Oui. Moi et mon ami son perdue. Es-ce que tu sait les directions aux l'hotel de Fouquets Barriere?" (Yes. My friend and I are lost. Do you know the directions to Fouquets Barriere's hotel?) you responded and she nodded, pointing to a tall building down the next street, giggling to herself a bit. you smiled and started laughing with her. "Je senti si stupide! Merci beaucoup madame!" (I feel really stupid. Thank you mrs.) You said, thanking her then turning around and grabbing Harry's hand. "This way babe." You said, still giggling a bit. "Hey! stop! You didn't tell me you spoke french!" He said excitedly. "You never asked! Plus if you would listen when we hang out with the boys, Niall and I speak french with each other all the time!" You said, smiling and shaking your head slightly. "It's hot. You need to speak french more often when I'm listening!" Harry chuckled, then brought you close to him as you two walked back to your hotel, trying to speak french himself, but failing miserably.

Niall: You were cooking supper for you and Niall tonight. He's been working extra hard lately and you decided that instead of the regular take out or spaghetti, you'd make him a real meal. You were in the middle of pealing potatoes when he walked in the door. "Smells really good babe!" He shouted, walking into the kitchen. You turned and smiled "Good! I hope it tastes just as good." You said. "Don't worry, if it doesn't, I'll still pretend to love it!" He said chuckling. "Hey!" You shouted, giggling as you flipped him off. You turned back to the potatoe, trying to peal the last piece of skin that was left on, but it wouldn't come off. You tried, and pushed the knife as hard as you could, but the knife slipped. It atleast cut the last piece you needed off, but that wasn't the only thing it cut. You looked down to see blood running down your thumb. "Syn suka hrebanaya maty!" (Son of a mother fucking bitch!) You shouted loudly, running to the sink and turning the water on. Niall jumped when he heard you shout, but sat trying to figure out what you had said. "nerozumno nozhem ! Durnyy̆ kartopli! Tse bolyache , yak hrebanaya suka." (Stupid knife! Stupid potatoes! This hurts like a fucking bitch.) You ranted on, squeezing your thumb. "you alright baby!?" Niall asked, standing up and running over to you. You ingored him, watching as your blood turned the water red, and continued to mutter words in Ukrainian. "Princess!! .. Y/N! You're speaking in tongues! Should I get the holy water!?" He shouted at you. you looked at him and laughed. "You're not serious are you?" you said inbetween your giggles. "Well what the fuck was that!?" He asks, very confused. "Ukrainian!" You said, still laughing. Niall's face went from confusion to sudden realization. "Oh right! You said your grandmother came from Ukraine, yeah? I just never made the connection." He said, scratching the back of his head and chuckling. "I'm good now." You said, removing your thumb from underneath the water. "Good. Feel free to rant more some in tongues again." He said smiling, then sitting back down at the table.

Zayn: You had flown out to Zayn, whom was in Germany, a few days ago, and you two haven't been able to get out and spen quality time together because of all his scheduled signings and meetings.Today though, today he had a day off and you two could finally spend more than just an hour together. You were walking down the streets of this cute town in search for a little restaurant when you passed a small group of about four girls. "Schau, schau! Es ist Zayn Malik!" (Look, Look! It's Zayn Malik!) A girl with blonde hair shouted to a short stocky brunette beside her. "Oh mein Gott, aber ew, er das Mädchen mit ihm bekommen!" (Oh my god but ew, he's got that girl with him!) The brunette had said back to the blonde. You gripped Zayns hand a little tighter as you continued to walk, trying to pick up the pace. "Hold on babe. I think this may be a good restaurant" Zayn had said, stopping you and himself in front of a little restaurant, as he read the chalkboard menue of the specials in front of the door, which was written in english. You looked back at the four girls, who were still staring at you and Zayn. You continued to listen to what they were saying. "Sie ist bei uns suchen.Sie ist so gross. Warum Zayn auch bringen sie hier draußen? Wir waren wie eine schöne kleine Stadt und Land und jetzt die ganze Schönheit ist nurtot, weil wir das Ding hier habe." (She's looking at us. She's so gross. Why did Zayn even bring her out here? We were such a beautiful little town and country and now all the beauty is just dead because we've got that thing here.) A tall red head, with a shirt only falling down above her belly button, was saying. "Babe?" You asked, tugging on Zayns hand. "Hold on Y/N, I'm still reading the specials." Zayn replied, not hearing the slight hurt in your voice. "Jungs was ist, wenn sie uns verstehen können?" (Guys what if she can understand us?) The fourth girl, who was also a red head, finally spoke up. You didn't catch what the next girl had said because Zayn had turned around and kissed you just as she spoke. You two pulled away and you could here them behind you going on about how disgusting that was, how his lips could even bare to touch yours. "Those girls over there are freaking, out. I bet they're saying how adorable you are!" Zayn smiles and giggled at his lame line, then kissed your cheek. "They're actually saying the complete opposite." You spoke quietly and Zayn's face dropped. "How would you know?" He asked. "I can speak German, Zayn." You replied. "What exactly are they saying?" Zayn asked, wrapping an arm around your lower back and drawing circles. "You mean what they have been saying and what they are saying? ..They were saying how gross I was and how they're country used to be beautiful until I stepped foot into it." You said, and Zayn looked at you silently, so you listened to the shouting girls, then continued. "And now they're saying how disgusting I am and how you shouldn't be kissing trash because it's unhealthy for you." You finished and looked over at the girls then to Zayn. "Can you help me?" Zayn asked, and you nodded. "Translate for me.. " He said then leant in and whispered a bunch in your ear then pulled away. You told him how to say it in German, then he approached the girls. "Wie kannst du es wagenverdammt Gerede über mein Mädchen so. Wir versuchen, meinen Tag zu genießen off, ich kaumbekommen, um sie zu sehen, und Sie kommen zu denken Ihr alles besser als ihr, denken Sie haben ein Recht, sie so zu diss. Kein Fan von mir jemalstun!" (How dare you fucking talk about my girl like that. We're trying to enjoy my day off, I barely get to see her, and you come along thinking your all better than her, thinking you have a right to diss her like that. No fan of mine would ever do that!) He yelled then grabbed your hand and lead you away from the now stunned girls. "You know you're beautiful and perfect!" Zayn said as he swung your guys hands as you two walked. "And by the way, Why didn't you tell me you knew German? all this time I kept getting lost and couldn't understand what some people were saying when I could've used you for a translator!" He said, chuckling.

Liam: You had just finished watching the whole season 4 of Jersey Shore, your guilty pleasure, and were feeling like getting in touch with your old culture. Sounds lame, I know, but they were in Italy and it was just one of those moments. You skipped from the living room into the kitchen, talking to yourself in Italian. "Ho fame, cosamangio?" (I am hungry, what shall I eat?) You sang, opening the fridge and pulling out the cheese, tomatoes and ham for a sandwhich. "Formaggio, pomodori e prosciutto per sandwich. Un panino gustoso" (Cheese, tomatoes, and ham for sandwich. A yummy sandwich) you sang some more. You danced over to the cupboard thanking God that Liam wasn't home. You opened the cupboard to discover that you guys were out of bread. "Niente pane per un panino fa un triste Y/N." (No bread for a sandwich makes a sad Y/N) You laughed as you shoved everything back into the fridge. You skipped out to the car and got in, driving over to the nearest grocery store, which was also close to the studio. You thought maybe after you bought some bread you could go over and visit Liam a bit. You jumped out of the car, humming to yourself as you walked into the store, searching around for the bread. You smiled as you rounded the corner and saw Liam standing in front of all the bread, mumbling to himself. He looked over and smiled as he saw you, "I went to go have toast this morning but we were out of damn bread, so I thought I'd pick some up on my way home. I assume you discovered our none existant supply of bread?" He asked and you nodded, giggling. You walked over and started to look through the bread, as it seemed that Liam was having some problems choosing. You reached for a package of bread and held it up to Liam "Questo è il genere abbiamo sempre! Ma avere più di un modo che può durare più di tre giorni per il pane." (This is the kind we always get! But get more than one so we can last longer than three days for bread. ) You said smiling and he just looked at you, blinking his eyes a few times in confusion, so you continued "Il pane è per panini e tramezzini fare Y / Nfelice!" (Bread is for sandwiches and sandwiches make Y/N happy! ) You giggled as he continued to stare at you. "Okay Y/N, what the hell are you saying and what language is that? Has Niall been teaching you french or Irish or something?" Liam asked. You laughed then shook your head. "It's Italian, I've always known Italian." You explained. "And You've never told me this why?" Liam asked. "You never asked me before if I could speak another language." You stated as you two went to go buy the bread.

Louis: You and Louis were over at Ed's house for a little get together with him and the boys. You were all sitting around the kitchen table, drinking, eating, talking. Harry was ranting about Modest and how they've forbidden him to get anymore tattoos. "So I'm going to get more to make them angry." Harry said, smiling slightly, "I did that with my first tattoo being with them." "I did that with my hair! They told me not to get a hair cut, so I went and shaved it all off." Liam explained. "I remember when Modest tried to break Y/N and I up, but I wouldn't let them. Remember that? It was a constant war against Modest and I, they almost sued me." Louis explained, resting a hand on your leg. "Modest is stupid. The most they should be controlling is our performance lives." Niall said. "Even that mate, they take too far. They try to control what we do on stage." Zayn said. "They're all psycho." You said and everyone nodded in agreement. Every one was silent for a moment and the Ed spoke up again. "Have any of you heard that there's going to be a new Harry Potter movie?" Ed asked and you all nodded. "I'm so excited." Ed stated. "I have a sorting app on my phone and I was sorted into Hufflepuff." Harry said pulling out his phone to show you all. "I always felt like Hufflepuff's would be people that spoke Welsh." Ed said laughing. "Is welsh even a language?" Niall asked, laughing along with ed. "It's a language Niall." Zayn said, but Niall didn't hear him. "Niall, Niall, Niall.. It's a real language!" Zayn said loudly. "Oh, I didn't know that!" "Do people even speak welsh anymore?" Harry asked. "I think some people do." Liam responded. "Who does even speak welsh though, it's such an awkward language!" Louis laughed. You fidgeted in your seat a bit and sat up tall and smiled, "Rydych guys, gallaf siarad Cymraeg. Sutnad oeddech yn gwybod hynny?" (You guys, I can speak Welsh. How didn't you know that?) You said loudly and everyone looked at you wide eyed. "You can speak welsh!?" Zayn shouted in excitement. You smiled and nodded, "Fluently." "why didn't you tell me that?" Louis asked, poking at your side. "I did!" You answered. "Oh. I'm sorry, I don't remember that." Louis said. "Yn amlwg ni. Mae gennych atgof drwg iawn" (Obviously not. You have a really bad memory) You spoke more in welsh, Louis looked at you more with confusion and smiled, "You sound funny when you speak Welsh, babe!"