One Direction Preferences

He's your neighboor

Y/E/C= your eye color.

Harry: It's early, way to early to be waking up at the sound of a chiming doorbell. And now you're pissed. Why would someone want to get up and ring your doorbell at 6 in the morning. Who ever it is must be having a field day down there as they ring it another three times. You groan, realizing this person isn't going to give up until he at least hears some type of movement. With a sigh, you're up throwing on an over-sized T-shirt over your clothes. No bothering to deal with pants because you assume it's your neighbor Mrs. Ellie. She's always comes over once a week to sit and have tea with you. She's a bit old, in her sixties but she's great company. Blinking your eyes multiple times to adjust to the light you finally make it to the front door. You unlock the lock, and fling the door open. "Yeah Mrs. El- Oh. Shit." You look up, Y/E/C meeting green. His eyes bore into yours but it's not long before the eye contact is broken as his eyes skim the exposed skin of your thighs and legs. You gulp and shut the door before running upstairs to throw on some pants. as you approach the door once again you notice the boys got a cheeky grin. "Sorry I uh, I thought it was, never mind, who are you?" You stumble, a bit taken back by how intriguingly beautiful the man is. Yeah, weird descriptive word for a male but it's true. Swooping chocolate brown curls, and mossy green eyes. And those lips, so perfectly sculpted and pink. He's beautiful. He smiles, shuffling a bit awkwardly with his hands stuck in his black skinny jean pockets. "Hello. I'm uh, Harry. I live right over there. And I though, well I don't know, I thought I'd introduce myself? And god, you're gorgeous. I mean, well, err." He fumbles with his words, and you can't help but think how incredibly adorable this boy is in front of you. He's nervous and that's just cute. You lean against the doorframe, smirking as he sits there a low blush visible on his cheeks. "Why are you here at 6 in the morning?" He chuckles. "I don't know." His voice is raspy, and it's deep. "Well come in, The Powerpuff Girls are starting!" You say dragging him into your flat.

Liam: You notice a boy who looks really, really fit without his shirt on and his trackies. The sweat dripping off his toned chest as he mows the lawn. You sit beside the window, peering out at him mentally drooling from his good looks. He sighs, and looks up causing you to stumble and land on your back. "Ouch." You growl. You wait a few minutes before peering out again, only to see the boy walking up to your house with a water bottle and a towel draped around his shoulders. Your eyes widen as you scramble to the door, opening it even before the boy can knock. He looks you over, smiling to himself. "Hi." You say breathlessly, eyes trailing everywhere. He notices and burst out laughing. "See something you like?" he teases bringing your chin up with his index finger. You blush embarrassingly. "Sorry." You murmur. "No worries. Anyways, uh, I was wondering do you need your lawn mowed? No charge?" All you can do is simply nod, lost for words. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Just between you and me, I find you very, very, beautiful." He mumbles before winking and starting up the lawn mower to cut your grass. So maybe the neighbor isn't so bad after all?

Louis: Sitting in your bedroom studying was a bit boring, but hey, you have a test coming up! You can't just avoid it either it needed to be done. Sucking a breath you stare down at a very confusing problem. With a roll of your eyes you decide it's time for a break. Shoving everything to the side you then bury your face into your pillow. Suddenly there's a loud banging on your door. It's very loud, so loud to the point where you think you might actually get a head ache. You jump up, racing to the door not sure if it's a friend whose just gone through a horrible breakup or something. Hopefully it's the 'something'. Opening the door, you come in contact with a boy wearing an apron and hands and hair covered in flour. He smiles wide, blue eyes looking behind you into your lovely home for a minute before they return to your face. "Hello." He says cheerily. You frown but then it turns into a smile, noticing how handsome the boy is. He rubs his hands on the apron, and shakes his hair a bit. "I'm baking, or attempting to anyways, and I needed two eggs and a cup of sugar. You don't mind if I borrow some right?" You shake your head chuckling a bit at his forwardness. He invites himself in, murmuring something along the lines of 'nice place' before he's in your kitchen invading your cabinets and drawers. "I'll get them." You say softly as you reach up handing him the sugar and then two eggs. "There you go." He nods. "Thanks." As he's about to walk out the door. "I'm Louis. You must be..." "Y/N." You fill in. He smiles, eyes scrunching up as his nose wrinkles. "Pretty name. Y/N would you like to help me cook? You look like a girl who knows how to cook properly, and since I'm bat shit at cooking could you help?" You nod grabbing a jacket and some shoes before following Louis over to his house.

Niall: You kept getting someone's mail. It must have been the house right beside yours because the number was one digit smaller than your own. Squinting your eyes because of the sun you look at the house beside you and sure enough, it's the same number on the mail. You carry all the letters, and all the boxes you've received in your arms as you wobble towards his house. Knocking on the door with your foot, and waiting impatiently as the mail seemingly starts getting heavier and heavier in your arms. "Coming." An accent, sounds almost... Irish? You frown pushing the boxes up a bit to keep them steady. A boy answers the door, but you can barely see with the boxes covering your eyesight. "Oh, hello there?" You can hear the smile in his words and for some odd reason, that's making you smile. "Hi." You sigh, and he clears his throat. "Let me get these for you?" He offers taking some of the things off your hands, and setting them down by the door. He notices they have his address on them. "Oh." He mumbles. "Yeah, these are yours they keep sending them to me." You say breathlessly, taking time to crack your fingers. "Alright. You look a bit famished. I've got burgers cooking." He says setting the boxes down before turning back to you. "Yum! I'd love to join." You say biting your lip. He nods, grinning as he ruffles his hair a bit moving to the side to let you in.

Zayn: Sitting on the driveway was nice. But the weather was not. It's raining. But you don't mind. It's kind of that rain, that's warm, and fun to watch or maybe even to play in. It's soft, hitting your skin lightly and when it touches the surface it explodes, tiny droplets falling everywhere. It's kind of fun really, watching as it all hits the pavement, exploding like a firework. It's dark, the stars and the moon making it easier to see. Giving the pavement a nice bright glow so you can at least see around you. It's quiet, and you'd expect it to be, since its raining and everything is trying to find shelter but there's the buzz of crickets and other little bugs. You close your eyes for a second, trying to rid your brain of everything that was coming up this week. The finals, the exams, the late night shifts at the coffee shop. And then, you hear a door slam shut followed by murmuring and cursing. You turn and see a boy, very attractive pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one and staring out at the sky blowing the smoke into the air. You huff, disgusted by him. Smoking was gross. Disgusting habit. "Smoking is bad for you." You call out, he turns, surprised to see you sitting out here. "I know." He replies stressfully, running his hands over his face before taking another intake on the cigarette. You roll your eyes, pushing the wet strands of stringy hair over your shoulder. "You know, you're going to catch a cold. Want to come in for tea?" He asks, and you turn again, nodding rapidly before getting up and walking towards his house. "If you help me, with this habit, getting over it yeah? I'll... uh, prevent you from getting a cold." You both giggle and you nod grabbing his hand and shaking it. "Deal."

Josh: You're trying. Trying so hard to get this damn couch into the house, but you're really not strong enough. You've pushed, you've pull and you've sat and curse at it. Defeated, you lay down on top of the couch staring up at the blue sky powered with clouds. It was the last piece of furniture you had left. The movers said they had to leave after they helped with everything, besides the biggest couch that was going to be in the center of two smaller couches. You'd ask the neighbor but you're not too well with meeting new people so you decide it'll have to wait until tomorrow when you can call the movers to help you with this one. But there's a jerky movement and you fall onto your back off the couch with a soft thud. Looking up you notice a brunette boy, wearing a cut off T-shirt as a tank top, his tattoo's visible on his tanned skin, and he's really hot. "Sorry didn't mean to fling you off, but, you looked like you needed some help." He grins, and you nod biting you lower lip. "Yeah I need to get it inside could you help?" He nods helping you up. You both grab a different end, as you successfully get it into the house. He looks around, smiling. "This is a nice place. So glad that old man left. You know, his wife died in this very spot? People say they've seen her ghost." He looks over at you, eyes widened as you stare at him as if he'd grown two heads. "Seriously?" You squeak already afraid of the house. "No I'm joking babe, it was a couple that moved out. Needed a bigger house, having triplets!" You both chuckle. "So I'm Josh." He holds a hand out, and you shake it generously. "Y/N. Thanks for the help." You note and he shrugs. "No problem, I live just right there so if you needed anything. Anything at all come and get me, yeah?" "Alright." He walks out giving you a wink before jogging back over to his place.

BSE music video was adorable. I loved it, glad we broke the record and on the boys third anniversary? How awesome is this fandom? Love you all, virtual hugs everyone, pass them on. Sorry I haven't updated in a while! But um, did anyone else think they'd go lesbian for Veronica? LOL I swear the people on twitter and instagram are just too funny. Anyways, request, comment vote, thanks! -H ;)