One Direction Preferences

You're best friends but he checks you out

Harry: Harry was taking you to a party tonight, and you dragged him along to go shopping. You walked into a store, and Harry rolled his eyes at all the girly decorations. "Really, Y/N." He groans as you make your way to the party dresses. "If you keep complaining, I'll just take longer." He closes his mouth, pouting at you. You hum quietly as you scroll through the dresses, finding a few that you like. You grab Harry's hand bringing him to the bench beside the dressing rooms. You go into the room, stripping off your clothing as you slip a dress on. You admire yourself, and then you walk out and show Harry. He'll nod his head to every dress, until you get to the last one. It's a tight blue dress, with one strap. it hugs your body nicely, showing off all the right curves. You smile, patting your thighs as you walk out. Harry is too busy on his phone to notice you walk out. You clear your throat and he looks up. His eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat. He looks your over, eyes scanning every part of your body that Harry never seemed to take notice of. He blinks several times, "Spin." You do, turning slowly, as you come to face him. He nods, out of words. "That's, the dress."

Liam: You and Liam had started taking boxing lessons together to stay fit this summer. You always meet him at the gym, so you quickly get ready. Throwing your hair up into a pony tail, you put on a pair of spandex shorts, and a sports bra, you get your gloves and your bag and start driving. When you get there, you quickly walk in, since you were late. You drop your bags, and put on your gloves as you join Liam and your instructor in the little pow wow. "Hey, sorry I'm late." Your instructor nods in response. "You're up first, Y/N" He says, putting on the padding for his hands and a mouth guard just in case. You bounce a bit, getting yourself pumped. When your instructor says to start, you begin punching with all your might, getting the form in your punches. From a far Liam was watching, he couldn't tear his away from your body. The way your arms could flex when you made contact with the padding. His eyes went lower, looking at your legs, and your slowly forming abs, back up to your face. How did I not realize she was so...beautiful? He thinks over and over as he watches your figure move swiftly across the ring.

Louis: You were much of a tomboy, that's why the boy's love you so much because they can be rough with you without worrying about your feelings and such. Today you were willing to change that, because of the constant hate of the fans saying you were too much of a boy to be hanging out with them. Rude, but it never got to you until today. You went out, bought some new things and went to meet the boys at a soccer game. You were wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and a button up silky tank top, with a studded collar, you even went to the extra mile for a pair of heels. You did put on make-up and even straightened your hair. You make your way towards the game, fidigting with your clothes every so often. You walk into the stadium, up to the VIP section the boys rented out for the game. You walk in, and the all the boys snap their heads up to look at you. "Damn, is that you?" Zayn chuckles, getting up to give you a hug. You nod and shyly, straighten out your shirt. "Look at your legs girl!" Harry says, squeezing your calves. You laugh and push them away, finding Louis. He was busy with someone and when he comes in, he spits his drink out, looking you over. He swallows hard, heart thumping wildly in his chest. Sure, he liked this side of you, but the other one, the real you was what he loved the most. "Wow, you look good." He says, scratching the back of his head. You nod, and go to get something to eat. "Looks like Lou was checking out our little Y/N." Liam says and Louis shakes his head quickly. "W-What no, she just, caught me off guard is all." He looks in your direction before dropping his things and quickly catching up to you.

Niall: You were at a pool party with Niall. The only people you know is, well Niall. You're still wearing your cover up. You were just sitting on the chairs, on your phone as everyone else swam and did things. Niall had enough, getting up and walking over to you. "Come on get in the water!" He whines, standing over you making sure to get your legs and feet get wet. You groan, and nod as you stand up, pulling your cover up off. You had a strapless bikini on. You're hair was all up in a messy bun. You grab the bottle of sun screen as you start rubbing it on yourself. Niall bites his lip watching you, secretly wishing you'd ask him to apply it onto your back. You finish, clapping your hands together, and Niall looks you over once again before blushing. You raise an eyebrow and cannonball into the pool. Niall stays back, looking at the ground as he thinks things over.

Zayn: Zayn was about to take you roller blading. You quickly get dressed, and do your make-up he waits downstairs for you. You race down the steps smiling at him. "Ready Y/N?" he asks, and you nod, smiling. On the way there, you two jam out to whatever comes on the radio. Zayn was always there for you, so naturally you both were really great friends. When you arrive, you get the skates on, having to help Zayn with his. You get onto the rink, before him and you skate around like a pro. Backwards, turning, and what not. Zayn's not to good with his feet so he holds onto the rail the whole time. He stops for a second, admiring you as you speed up a bit, hands behind your back with a big grin on your face. He looks you over, noticing the outfit you picked, the way your hair was perfectly curled and your eyes, sparkling brighter than usual. He bites his lip, nodding his head realizing he's in love with you.

Josh: You walk out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around yourself. You make your way into your bedroom. You wanted to get a quick shower before meeting up with Josh for a night out. You brush your hair, as you aimlessly walk around your room. You come to your drawers, pulling out a pair of underwear and a bra. You drop your towel, sliding up your underwear, not realizing that Josh has already walked into the house. You attach your bra, together and suddenly the door burst open. Josh stands there, his eyes scanning over your exposed skin. He blushes crimson, and you grab the nearest thing, covering yourself. "Jesus, do you knock?" You screech and he shrugs. You both sit there awkwardly, staring at each other. "You're beautiful." He says before shutting the door, and walking downstairs to think about you.