One Direction Preferences

He Finds Out You're A Professional Dancer

 Liam; "Oh wow, okay I'll tell the girls!" You said into the phone. You hung up excitedly, doing a 'happy dance.' Liam wasn't supposed to be home, which he wasn't, but Niall was over. He saw you dance through the other room, but you thought you were in private. "(Y/N), why the sexy dancing?" He teased, winking. You blushed, sitting on the couch. "Well, I was just offered a pretty big... uh, job." You smiled, maybe this can now be the time you get to finally go on tour with your boyfriend.  "And what's that?" Niall was the boy you were most closed with, and when Liam wasn't there, you'd always talk to Niall. "Well, promise you won't tell Liam?" "I don't know (Y/N), he's your boyfriend, but... I guess if you really don't want me to... what is it?" You smiled, waiting for the perfect words to flow out of your mouth. You hesitate, searching for the way to tell him. "My dance group and I are going to be dancing for you boys on tour!" You squealed, putting your hands up to your mouth, waiting for Niall's response. He looked at you, confused for a second, then shocked. "You dance?!" He questioned. "Yes!" Before you could get a response from him, he dialed Liam. "Mate, did you know your girlfriend is a dancer?" The phone was put on speaker for you to hear. "No..." "Liam, I'm going to dance for you boys on tour." Your voice was a sigh, of course Niall had to dial Liam. He'd find out sooner or later. "Baby, that's great! Why didn't you tell me you dance?" Liam sounded stressed yet really happy "I didn't want people to start comparing me to Danielle..." "(Y/N), I think it's amazing that you dance and I don't care what people say and neither should you." You smiled at Niall, "I love you Liam." Niall made a fake puking noise at your gushy talk with Liam. "I love you too baby, I can't wait to see your dancing. I'll see you soon." Niall hung up, and you hugged him, extremely ecstatic to be dancing for them.

Louis; You were at your flat that you shared with Louis. He wasn't home, and you had your friend over as you two practiced your dance routine. "No (Y/F/N), we go left first." You tried to show her, but she wasn't into it. "What's wrong?" You asked her. She sighed, slumping on the couch. "My boyfriend has just been riding me about how much time I spend with you." You laughed, taking a spot next to her and rubbing her back. "Mine too." Louis has been a bit upset lately that you've spend so much time with you friend. He thinks it's your way of trying to break up with him, even though you've told him it's not. "(Y/N)!" You rolled your eyes, "speaking of the devil." You laughed, standing up and throwing on Louis' sweater. "Hi Lou." You hugged him, pecking his lips. "Why are you wearing my sweater?" He eyed you, "It looks hot though. Wait, are you wearing any pants?" You looked down, you were wearing your leotard, so it looked like you had no pants on. You lifted the sweater to show what looked like a bikini bottom from the angle. "Um... (Y/N), this doesn't look right. This whole... you and (Y/F/N) looking like that... all sweaty and, can someone just clue me in?" He looked very uncomfortable, which made you and your friend laugh. "Lou, come here." You sat down in between Louis and your friend. You grabbed your friends hand and put your legs over Louis' lap. "You know I spend a lot of time with (Y/F/N)," he nodded, "well, we professionally dance together. Trust me, there is nothing going on." You winked, causing everyone to laugh. "As long as you still love me. How about you show me some of those moves?" He gave you a cheeky smile as you looked at your friend. You both got up and started to dance, your moves soon turning a bit lewd.

Harry; You were always out, practicing for your dance class. This class was a couple dancing and your had to practice with the opposite gender. You didn't want to tell Harry because you thought he would think that it's stupid to be dancing like that. It just so happened that whenever he was home, your partner wanted to practice, therefore you barley saw him. Because of this, he thought you were cheating on him ,and he hasn't been talking to you as much. One day, as you were in the shower, your phone buzzed. It was your partner. The name came up at 'Dirty Dancer' because that is what your partner changed it to. Curious as to what his girlfriend has been doing, he looked at the text.

Ready to go hun? I'm ready:)

Your partner was older than you, so he called you hun. He was only three years older, he looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. Harry was upset, he stormed into the bathroom. "(Y/N), who is Dirty Dancer?!" His words spat out of his mouth with anger and betrayal."Harry, don't get upset, please." You begged, not really shocked he stormed in there. "Who. Is. He?!" He said once more through gritted teeth. "He's my dancing partner. Harry, I'm a professional dancer. We have to dance with a partner this class, and I didn't want to tell you because I though you'd think it was stupid." You sighed, finally getting it all off your chest. Harry sighed too, releasing a smile. "You do know that when you get out of that shower that you have to show me some moves." He said as he left the room. You laughed at his cheekiness.

Zayn; You and Zayn have a very open relationship, and you told each other everything. "Hey Zayn," you said with your head down at your phone. You had just received a tweet from your dance group saying that you had a performance tomorrow. "Yeah babe?" You took a deep breath, your group always told you to tell Zayn, you just didn't know how he'd take it, considering the type of dance you do. "Want to come to my show tomorrow?" You looked up at him and saw his eyes on you. He cocked his head to the side, "show?" "Yeah, dance." He looked at you with wide eyes and a smile. "Like ballet?" You laughed, "no, like... a type of street dancing. It's professional." You smiled, trying to loosen the tension. "I'd love to babe. Maybe one day I can beat you with my moves." He winks and you get up, holding out your hand for him. "What?" He looked at you. "Let's see who can beat who with their moves." You  turned up the music, astonishing him with your dancing.

Niall; "(Y/N)!" Niall sounded angry and a little confused. You came down the stairs, puzzled by his sudden outburst. "Yes?" You stopped at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for an answer. His face didn't match his voice, it looked at you as if you're a newborn puppy; happy and a little teared up. "Why do all the fans tweet you saying you have such good moves?" You laughed, you have an idea of what he could be thinking. "I dance." You smiled, sitting next to him. So, this is you?' He showed you a gif of a beautiful girl dancing ballet. You nodded, beaming at yourself. "You're beautiful. Do you do this out of fun love?" You shook your head to the side, "I do it professionally." You shrugged as if it's no big deal. His mouth widened along with his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" You dropped your head, "I didn't know if you'd like it or not and I didn't want to take the unnecessary attention." He lifted your head to meet his eyes, "you're beautiful babe. Please, be open with me, okay?" You nodded, kissing him. "Okay." You smiled.