One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Finds Out You Liked One Of the Boys Before Him

Suggested by liebebeatles

Liam: Liam was scrolling through Twitter one day when a fan's tweet caught his eye.

@HarryNipples4: @Real_Liam_Payne You should check out (Y/N)'s old Tumblr. I'm sure you'll be VERY surprised! X

Curious, Liam clicked on the link and your old Tumblr page loaded onto his computer. He scanned through all of your posts and imagines, growing more surprised as time wore on. When you entered the room, Liam was on the fifteenth page of pictures and posts. "Hey, Liam. Whatcha-NO! Liam, stop!" you cried out, seeing what he was reading.

"(Y/N), you used to like Niall better than me?" he asked, hurt building up in his eyes. You sighed, knowing you had been caught.

"Liam, it was nothing. It was because he used to always blush and was so open with his love of food. It was just a small crush. But then we hung out at the fair alone that day, and you made all my thoughts of Niall go away. I love you, Liam, and only you," you told him, kissing him. When he kissed you back, you knew you were forgiven.

Niall: You, the boys, and your best friend had all just clamored into your and Niall's apartment after a brilliant night at the club. Everyone had gotten wasted except for you, Liam, and Niall. When Niall told you he was only going to have one drink, you were surprised, but he went on to explain that he had to take his driver's test tomorrow and he didn't want to be hung over for it. Liam had put on a calming movie, hoping everyone would settle down. Within an hour, Zayn and Harry were asleep, and Liam was nodding off. Louis and (Y/BF/N) were as hyper as ever, laughing loudly and just acting drunk.

Together, you and Niall separated the two of them so they would cause less chaos. You ended up with Louis, struggling to lock him in the closet so he would calm down. Meanwhile, Niall had taken (Y/BF/N) into the kitchen to try and calm her down with water.

"Niall, haha, you're cute. Haha," (Y/BF/N) giggled, tugging on Niall's shirt sleeve like a little child.

"Okay, yeah, um, (Y/N) thinks I'm cute too. Um, let me just get you water."

"Oh, c'mon, Niall! I wanna kiss you. So you should kiss me," (Y/BF/N) giggled back, drunk out of her mind.

"No, love, I'm with (Y/N). You know, your best friend."

"What? Psh, no! (Y/N) has a crush on Louis. Has had one since she met you guys," (Y/BF/N) spilled.

"WHAT?!" Niall called out, running out of the kitchen towards where you were struggling with Louis. "No, Lou, she's mine! (Y/N)!" Niall called out, tugging you away from the Doncaster lad.

"What? Niall!"

"(Y/BF/N) just told me you had a crush on Louis!" Niall accused, sad and angry at the same time.

"What? No, Niall. I mean, I used too. But that was before I got to know you. I'm sorry, Nialler. I love you so much now though!" you replied, kissing his cheek, locking the door so Louis was trapped in the closet.

Zayn: You was out for the day with your friend, and Zayn decided that he was going to do something special for you. He knew that you've always wanted a drawing of yours to be framed. So he decided that he was going to frame three of your works: one in the studio where One Direction recorded, one in the flat you shared, and one on the 1D tour bus. 

He thought it'd be even more special if the ones he framed were all from the journal that you carried around with you  everywhere. You had always told him that your best works were in there. You had rarely let him see them though since you always felt so insecure about your art, with him being an artist and all. But since you were out, he was free to look inside.

The first few pages were each portraits of the lads. The first was Liam, followed by Niall, then Louis, and then Zayn. The last was Harry. The page after that happened to be Harry too. The next page was the same Chesire boy. Zayn flipped through the half of the book frantically. There had to be about twenty-five drawings of Harry in there!

"Zayn, I'm home!" you called, slamming the front door behind you. Zayn sulked down the stairs, your notebook in his hand. Your eyes widened at the sight of your notebook and you swallowed nervously. "Hiya, Zayn. Whatcha doin with that?"

"Seeing that my girlfriend loves my best mate more that me," he accused, showing you all of your old portraits of Harry. You winced and set the notebook on the table before wrapping your arms around Zayn's waist, burying your head into his chest.

"Zayn, I'm sorry. Honestly, I used to be infatuated with Harry when I first met you guys. I used to be a hardcore Directioner before the signing where I where I met you all, and Harry had always had my heart. But then I found out we loved to draw and we had this connection that Harry and I had never had," you ranted, only stopping once you felt Zayn's lips press against yours.

"I love you, (Y/N). Now can you please draw me twenty-five more times so that I can have one more picture than Curly?" You giggled and nodded, leading him on the patio to draw him.

Harry: You were planning on moving in with Harry next week, so you called over your boyfriend to help you pack some of your things. He was cleaning out your closet and had dropped a bunch of books on the floor when a spider came out of no where and scared him. He sighed and picked up all the books, a sparkly red one catching his eyes.

On the front of the book, big letters spelled out "Diary of Future Mrs. Payne! <3" Curious, Harry opened your old diary and began to read all of your entries about how much you loved Liam and wanted to marry him someday. Furious and a little jealous, Harry stalked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, where you were packing away cups.

"Hey, Haz. What's up?" you asked, right before he roughly planted his lips on yours. The two of you made out for a good five minutes before Harry pulled away, gently kissing your neck.

"You're mine, (Y/N)," he mumbled.

"Always, Harry," you assured. You felt him bite and suck at your neck a little and you moaned, not realizing what he was doing until it was too late.

"There. Now Liam will know your mine forever," Harry smirked, handing you your diary, leaving you in the kitchen alone with wide eyes and a hickey.

Louis: He had stolen your phone ten minutes ago and was locked away in the bathroom, going through your pictures. It got to the ones where you had photoshopped you kissing and standing next to Zayn. "What?" he mumbled, unlocking the door so that you came tumbling through.

"What are these?" he accused, throwing you your phone. You looked through your pictures, recognizing them from your days as a Zayn girl.

"Louis! These are from when I was a Zayn girl! I'm sorry. My friend dared me to make them and send them to Zayn on Twitter. I'm sorry! I love you, BooBear! And all your little things!" you yelled out, trying to make him laugh and forgive you. Apparently it worked because Louis let out a howl of laughter and pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead softly.

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