One Direction Preferences

He goes to your school AU

Harry: He's the boy whose got all the girls swooning over him. He's got the classic outfits, Oxfords and jeans with a band Tee. His hair, always ruffled around. He doesn't pay attention to much, too busy day dreaming and humming music to himself. You've noticed him before, but you choose to stay away from him. He's the kid that's always got a girl on his arm. Screwing half the female population at your school, you didn't want to get caught up in something like that. Honestly you've grown to quite like the boy with the captivating mossy green eyes that somehow always come in contact with yours in whatever classes you have together. Mostly, you look away not having time to look at him and copy notes at the same time. But when he's not looking you steal glances at him. You can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be Harry's girl for the night. "Hey, uh, Y/N wait up a sec!" He calls after you flee the room feeling too uncomfortable with the amount of eye contact you and Harry had the entire period. He catches up to you spinning you around with ease. They're beautiful, you think. His eyes. So pretty up front. And it's true, the lights making them a bit glossy and have this reflection that makes them seem ever more green. He blinks you back into reality and you clear your throat. "Yeah?" You ask, mentally scolding yourself for the way you feel right now. Butterflies swarming inside your stomach making it uneasy to have a normal conversation with the attractive boy. Your head a bit dizzy because he's never said much but two words to you and now he wants something from you? "Let go out Friday night. You and Me, and the best food Nando's has to offer?" You smile shyly, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks. You nod nervously and Harry smirks, just as the bell rings. He kisses your cheek lightly, sending you a wink before disappearing into his next class.

Liam: He's the responsible boy with a lot on his mind. He's got the advanced classes, the after school activities and he does sports. He's shy when it comes to girls, so he just has his small group of friends. He's bullied, but he chooses to not let that get to him. You've got the biggest crush on him but it seems like he'll never realize it considering his nose is too stuffed up with books and studying to even notice there is a another species on this planet and it is known as the 'Female.' Liam sits in class, pencil in hand letting the eraser tap lightly on his notebook as he hangs on to every single word the teacher has to say. His grades are excellent probably the best in the entire school. He's smart, he's single and you want to mingle. After school one day, you've got track practice, and you're all just jogging laps when you notice the football team on the field. Liam looks absolutely incredible. With the sweat collecting on his forehead and the cut off T-shirt allowing you to see his bulging biceps. You mentally fan yourself, biting your lips as you watch them continue with practice. Both of the practices end around the same time so you quickly catch up with the boy whose waiting for his parents on the benches outside of school. You sit beside him, not too close not too far. "Hi." You state simply, getting a clear view of the light brown eyes in front of you. He grins, chugging down some water before answering. "Hello." He replies nervously, a little blush visible on his cheeks. "I'm Y/N and you sir, are very good at football you know that?" You compliment. Liam smile wide, something you haven't seen in a while considering all the bullying that's occurred. "Thanks." He mumbles. "So we should hang out at lunch sometime? I really want to get to know you." You say boldly, shaking his sweaty hand in the process. "O-Okay." He nods enthusiastically. "I'm Liam by the way." He shouts as you start to jog to your car. "I know!" You call over your shoulder.

Louis: He's the class clown. Loves to make everyone laugh with his stupid immature jokes. You for one, don't have time for his antics, with so much to do with school and everything you choose to ignore his pranks on the teachers. Of course he's gotten so many detentions this year you'd think he would have gotten suspended, but the boy's grades were very high so it never affected the way he did things. He was shy, but after you got to know him shy was never a characteristic you use to describe him. He was loud, and obnoxious and very, very annoying. He skips down the halls singing at the top of his lungs, starting major food fights in the cafeteria, and just being a complete idiot. You walk into class, not wanting to have to sit through an hour of this boy interrupting the teacher with smart ass comments to get the teacher pissed and the students laughing. You sit down, getting out the things you'll need for class. A chair beside you gets used and you realize someone is sitting beside your desk with their elbows propped up. "Hello gorgeous." He charms, making you roll your eyes and huff. "Leave me alone you twit." You growl writing the date on the notebook you're going to write in. "Twit? Come on, you know I'm funny." He urges a big stupid grin plastered on his face. His blue eyes spark a bit of amusement in annoying you. "What do you want?" You hiss at him. "I want to take you out. I want to show you that I'm not a twit. Come on, one date couldn't hurt could it?" You shake your head. "I don't want to." You state bluntly. "You don't want to, but you need too! Come on, anywhere you want to go, we'll go. I'll get you anything you just let me take you out? Saturday night?" He begs, grabbing your smaller hand in his larger one, squeezing it softly. Hope burns in his blue/grey eyes making you suddenly want to go anywhere he'll take you. "Okay." You say softly. "There we go! Now, if you didn't already know, I'm Louis and I'm very happy about this. I promise I wont let you down Y/N." He pecks your lips and walks over to his desk.

Niall: He's the boy with the most school spirit. He does the talent shows, he does the arts in crafts that are used in the games, and he helps with decorations for every school dance. He's a nice boy with a big appetite always munching on something quietly in class. You'd think his parents never fed the boy, but that was not the case. He's a bubble. A big floating bubble that full of energy and happiness. Nothing really let's the boy down he's got such a great attitude about life that nothing seems to faze him. He get's a bad grade? Oh well, at least he tried his hardest, he'll just try harder the next time to improve it. He broke his favorite pencil? That's okay he's got spares and he could always make a new favorite. He's happy, he's joyful and he's just thankful to have everything he has. Walking down the hallways pinning up flyers with a staple gun he quietly sings to himself considering all the students are in their classrooms. He got out of his class to do this. You walk down the hallways listening to his sweet voice as he sings a few of his favorite songs. He's dancing a bit, moving his hips around and tossing his head back when he reaches certain words. You giggle and he turns around dropping the flyer's and gasping. "You scared me!" He says blue orbs looking you over as you slowly approach him, helping him pick up his things. "Sorry." You murmur handing him back his things. "No worries, hey I haven't seen you around, you new?" You nod and hand him your schedule. "The lady up there told me to come and find you. She said you'd give a tour?" He grins his cheeks flushed. "I'd love too. I'm Niall." He shakes your hand, hanging up one last flyer. "Y/N." You state. "Pretty name for a beautiful girl." He winks and takes your arm leading you down the hallways for a very fun tour.

Zayn: He's the boy with a thousand secrets. A thousand tales left untold, but marked in ink on his skin. He'll let his skin be his canvas and the world the people who try to figure out what to make of each painting. He's mysterious, and vain. You don't see him much, and you do it's only for a brief moment. He'll pass you up in the hallways, never looking at you, always behind you. Always like there's something that's just so important waiting for him beyond you, beyond this stupid town, and beyond this stupid school. He's very talented, you've heard him sing in the music room when no one's around after everyone's left the school. It's such a thing to hear. His voice harmonizing and the way the words come out with his accent. The high notes? It's perfect, everything is just so perfect. You tip toe quietly to the music room after school, peering into the window as you watch Zayn bite his lip and run his tongue over them. He takes a minute to start singing, and the music just fills your ears. You lean in a bit closer, wanting to hear as much as you can. You lean too close, making the door fly open and you falling flat on your stomach. You groan and roll over. "Shit." You curse, looking up a curious Zayn whose looking down at you. "What are you doing?" He asks tilting his head to the side. "I-I was, uh, just passing by and I heard you sing." You mumble embarrassed. "Oh. So just like you were passing by all the other days too?" He teases and you cover your face with your hands. "Sorry you're just, really good." You say honestly getting yourself up. He nods swallowing hard. "Thanks. So uh, do you sing?" He ask and you widen your eyes shaking your head. "N-No, I can't." You stutter. You can, but you can't sing in front of people. It's always been a fear. "I don't believe you, sing for me." He demands with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. You start singing, 'A-Team' by Ed Sheeran and he grins, eyes widening at the sound of that. "You're good!" he shouts pulling you into a hug. You inhale his signature smell, smoke and leather. You smirk and pull away blushing deeply. "Thank you. I should go now though, but uh, I think you should try out for the X-Factor you're amazing!" You call over your shoulder. "The X-Factor?" He mumbles quietly to himself.

Josh: He's the shy, quiet guy who respectful and responsible to everyone and everything. He treats everything with care, making sure it's right. When he's on a problem he takes his time answering each question with perfection and then moving on with a proud feeling bubbling in his system. He can be a bit crazy when he wants too or when he's just feeling silly. He can never sit too long, always having to get up and wiggle a bit to get rid of some of the buzzing energy in his system. He has a nice group of friends, hanging around those particular people a lot. He doesn't trust to many people, not liking the idea of opening up to new people. He likes change, as long as it doesn't include him having to start over on anything. That's why when he moved to your school, he was very quiet, reserved and never really said anything. "Hello." You whisper at him in the library between two book shelves. He looks up, a small smile and then back to his book. "I'm Y/N." You try again, anything to get the boy to have a conversation with you. "Josh." he replies shaking your hand lightly. "I like you." You blurt, and he turns facing you with his cheeks flustered. "What?" He asks. "I said I like you. You're not obnoxious like all the other boys here and I think that's cool." You nod and he chuckles a bit. "Good I like you too." He nods. "Awesome, let's go and get ice cream after school yeah?" He nods again. "Great, see you then Josh!" You wink and walk into a different shelf. Josh smiles happily, glad to have made a new friend.