One Direction Preferences

Preference 30: He's your Secret Admirer

Harry: Small notes. Simple little notes. Always telling you how pretty you are and how much this person loves your laugh and everything in between. At the end of every note has the same signature: H.S. xx. You couldn’t think of anyone with those initials that you had talked to before. You thought about your entire year, and couldn’t come up with anyone you knew that would go through all this trouble to write you these things. Soon, you ask your friends if they knew anyone with the initials. One of them suggests Harry Styles; the only boy in your year that matched up, and your friends claimed they had seen him staring at you. The next day you decide to confront him about the notes. You see him in the hall and you hurry over to him.

"Hey, Harry," you greet.

"H-hi, (YN)," he replies, stuttering.

"Do you know what this is?" you hand him the most recent note.

"N-no, why?" his blushes knowing he was caught, but not wanting to admit it.

"Are you sure you don’t know what it is, Harry?"

"H-how did you know it was me?"

"I’ve seen you looking at me, Harry, and you’re the only one in our year with those initials. So would you like to come over to my house tonight, and hang out?"

"Yeah, of course,"

Louis: Jokes. Quirky little jokes or pick-up lines in your locker on neon colored paper, everyday. They always brought a smile to your face, with a giggle escaping your lips. At the bottom of every letter was a complement followed by a T and a smiley face. You weren’t sure if it was for a first name or a last name or anything just a T. You just couldn’t figure it out, you had asked your friends, thought through your entire year and they’re were too many T’s in your year. Soon you just kinda gave up on trying to find out who it was and just enjoyed the notes, until finally on one note the signature changed: Louis T. :). There was only one person with the name Louis you knew, and he happened to be a senior, a whole year ahead of you.

While you were going to your music class, you had to walk through the senior hallway. As soon as the hall clears, you see Louis still at his locker getting books out. You take the note out of your back pocket and hurry over to him.

"Hey Louis," you chirp.

"Oh hi, (YN). What are you doing in the senior hall?" he replies

"Just going to music, and to tell you that I know its you that’s giving me the notes,"

"Oh that’s ni- wait what?"

"I know its you. See," you hand him the familiar note and point at the name.

"Well that wasn’t supposed to happen," he laughs, “But, now since you know maybe you would like to go out after school?"

"Consider it a date,"

Liam: Letters. Always full-on letters, asking about you and the person acts as if they’re having a conversation with you. They talk about themselves also, but it’s never enough to where you can figure out who it is. You know enough about this person to know that they are on the football (American) team but not enough to know which level. The only thing close enough to a name is a number, signed at the bottom of each letter. Not a phone number, just a three digit number to something you can’t figure out: 723. You had talked to your friends about the letters and the number and one of them had suggested that it might be a locker number. The next day you made sure to pass by locker 723 during every passing period, where at least 3 football players’ lockers were placed: Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Liam Payne. Which is it ? If some people would move I would be able to see the locker numbers. You just decided to wait ‘til after school to see if anyone would go to your locker or 723.