Preferences One Direction.

2. You wearing make-up.

You wearing make-up.

Niall: "Why are you actually wearing that crap?" Harry asked as he pointed to your table with make-up. "Becaus Niall, that 'crap' makes me really happy, because it makes me prettier." You replied quite annoyed. Not a single boy understands that. You didn't use that much. Just..  concentrated on eye make-up. "You're kidding me right?" he laughed. You sighed, "Whats so funny, Horan?" putting a hand on your hip. "Babe you don't need it, seriously. You're only ruining your pretty skin." he saw that you were getting annoyed  so he took your hand and made you look into the mirror, standing behind you. "You're perfect, just the way you are."

Louis: "Babe, Im home." you yelled, putting your keys down and kicked off your shoes. "Im upstairs!" he replied. You walked the stairs up, opened the door just to find Louis playing with your make up. "What the actual.." you were shocked. He looked.. to put it lightly.. different. He used mascara for his eyebrows, red lipstick more on his cheek than his lips, lipgloss on his cheeks, your eyeliner probably centimetres away from where its supposed to be and not to mention too much bronzer.. "So Louis, is this what you see me doing everyday?" you laughed. He soon joined in, "I tried to figure out why you wear it." he said. "So.. figured it out?" you laughed. "Not quite, its so.. sticky and stuff.. you should do without hun.." he tried to clean his face, "you look way better without."

Liam: "Throw it away. You're wasting your time." Liam said annoyed talking about your make up, he never understood that you did it because you felt ugly, all those pretty girls throwing themselves at him. "You know very well why I won't do that." you replied, as annoyed. "Fine!" and he dissappeared. An hour later you walked to the bedroom.. seeing an emty drawer what should be filled with make up.. Liam. "Liam!" you yelled. "Yes, love?" he replied already smirking. "You threw it away?!" you were beyond angry now. "Yes, nothing you can do about it." This way way too much, it's sweet he wanted to make you feel better but still, make up was your confidence. You started crying, it was more of a mad feeling, and it came out of frustration. But it made you upset that he didn't understand. He walked over, "Oh (Y/N), Im-" But you locked yourself up for a while to cool off. When you came out.. There were bags with make up, more than you needed. Liam came from behind and hugged you. "Sorry.. sweetheart."

Zayn: You sighed, another Topshop magazine to show their new collection. All those models, are gorgeous, and you felt like you'd not even come close. All of them'd want to date Zayn, and he might leave you. You sighed again, even his previous girlfriends were gorgous. "What's up hun?" he came closer looked at you. "All these models are.. gorgeous." you flipped the page. "So are you, ah.. now I see why you always use make up.'' you nodded, its true.. "Babe, youre beautiful, and these," he stole your magazine and threw it far behind, "is all photoshopped and edited! They might be pretty, but not perfect," he leaned in and pecked your cheek, "you, you are perfect." making you blush.

Harry: "Hey, why haven't I ever seen you without make-up, like.. ever?" he asked out of the blue. You hoped you could avoid that question. All those girls were so pretty so you'd think Harry'd leave you for a verry pretty model or directioner, so since you didn't think you were pretty, you used loads of make up on your face to feel pretty too. "Well?" he asked. "..you'll think Im ugly.." you played nervously with the hem of his shirt. "What..." he looked at you, "thats ridiculous.. you think I only think about looks? Silly, I love you, I promiss I won't leave even if you'd look like an alien.. but thats probably because I'd faint." you realized.. its kinda stupid to think like that. He loved you for you.. "Okay then." you said and removed all the make up. You walked back into the room and hee looked at you and smirked, "Well, not so bad right? Love, you don't need it." He kissed your forehead, "Pretty alien." you slapped his arm, as you both laughed.