One Direction Imagines and Preferences

#3 Another boy insults you by: yeahhbuddi1217(tumblr)

Niall: “Okay, next question, what is an isotope?” Zayn asked you. You had forced Niall, your boyfriend, to leave for a few hours. You had finals the next week and you were way too stressed. Niall knew the two of you would get distracted if you both studied together or if you studied alone, so he asked Zayn to help out. Zayn agreed. “I don’t know.” you sighed. “Yeah you do, you said that about the last four questions and after I shoved it into that thick skull of yours you got it. So what is an isotope?” “I don’t know, Zayn. Just tell me.” you grunted. “I’m not telling you.” he stated. “I learned that in, like, grade eight. I don’t remember. Just tell me.” you demanded. “Just figure it out by yourself, idiot.” he insulted you as he slammed the papers back on your desk. He left a few minutes later. Niall walked in as he was leaving. “Heading home so soon, Zayn?” he grinned. “Yeah, studying with her sucks. I don’t get how you do it. She doesn’t know anything.” he hissed. You dropped your head, ashamed of yourself. “Excuse me?” Niall grunted back. “Nothing against you, mate.” “If you insult my girlfriend you insult me. Leave now.” “Sorry.” Zayn whispered as the door shut behind him. “(Y/N), I hope you know you are the most lovely, intellegent girl I know. Don’t let him put you down. He’s just grumpy.” he comforted you as he wrapped you up tight in his arms.

Louis: “What do you guys think?” you giggled as you spun around in your new dress you had bought for the Brit’s. “It’s beautiful, baby.” Louis smiled. It was honestly gorgeous. You wore a flowing navy gown that cut out around your sides. It showed skin,and a bit of cleavage and you were comfortable and confident in it. Well, you were until Liam spoke up. “It’s a nice dress, but it kinda makes you look like a slut.” he commented. “Seriously?” you whispered, twisting back around to check yourself in the full length mirror. “Maybe you’re right…” you doubted. You could see Louis giving Liam his most unforgiving stare through the reflection. They looked at each other normally and Liam shrugged like he didn’t know what he had done. “We’ll be right back, love. Liam and I are going to go deliberate on who will sit where at the awards.” he lied with a smirk. He violently pulled Liam into the kitchen where you could hear him scolding Liam. They calmly came back out and looked you over again. “On second thought, that dress is lovely. You look fantastic. I was totally wrong about it looking slutty.” he smiled encouragingly. Louis cocked his brow and smiled at you with sparkling eyes. “I definitely love it.”

Liam: “Niall, would you mind driving (Y/N) to the studio? I’m a little busy.” Liam requested through the phone line. “Sure, Liam. Not a problem.” Niall hung up and drove to your home. He pulled up to the curb and honked the horn on his Range Rover. You stumbled out of the house. You had on the tallest heels you had. It didn’t exactly help that your driveway was being repaved and was currently a gravelly mess. You took each step slowly hoping to not fall down, but unfortunately gravity won and pulled you down. Niall had rolled down his window and was yelling at you. “God, you’re such a clutz. Hurry up.” You finally made it to the vehicle. The whole way to the studio Niall hassled you about your fall and always being such a burden time-wise. You reached the studio and Niall wouldn’t let up. “Niall. That is enough.” Liam grumbled. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t mock my girlfriend.” “Oh, um…sorry…” he mumbled. Liam smiled at you, hoping you knew he would always stick up for you.

Zayn: You always sang around the house. You and Zayn had made a point of always having music playing just to spice things up a little bit. One day you were running around the house while the boys were around. They all enjoyed your performance. All but Harry. Harry was trying to work. Kiss You came on and you sang each boys’ part. It got to the “na na na“‘s and Harry had finally had enough. “Why are you so annoying!” he yelled over the music. You stopped singing and the boys glared at him. “Chill out, Harry. Go on, (Y/N).” Zayn encouraged. “Nah,” you decided as you plastered a fake smile across your face. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” You walked away and heard Harry mumble ‘Thank God’ underneath his breath. That was shortly followed by the sound of someone’s hand smack his head. Zayn followed behind you as you headed upstairs. He grabbed your wrist and hugged you. “You know he’s just having a day, right?” “Yeah. I just felt… I don’t know, awkward.” “It’s okay. Maybe tomorrow he’ll be happier.”

Harry: Harry had requested that you make cute signs for an upcoming concert. They would give them out kind of like door prizes. As a joke, when you wrote Louis you purposely wrote Lewis. It was written in pink, glittery puffy paint outlined with gold. Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Harry all found it amusing but when Louis spotted it he was more than angry. “You can’t do anything right!” he groaned. “It’s just a joke. I—” “It’s stupid.” Louis dictated. Louis stormed out and the other boys, except for Harry, chased him down to knock some sense into the boy. “I was going to tell him I made another sign.” you sighed. “One with his name spelled right.” “I know, baby. He’ll straighten up. Just ignore him.” he smiled as he kissed your nose.