One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 70. You have an accent...

Niall: New Zealand

You sipped your coffee as you flipped through your magazine as you listened to music on your phone. You were sitting in Starbucks waiting for a blind date to arrive which you were dreading since it was your friend who set it up, not telling you who it was that was your blind date. You never really like going out on dates, especially blind dates. You never really understood the point of them but you didn't need to understand them to hate.

"Y/n?" you heard an Irish accent ask.

You looked up in mid sip and stared at the man in front of you, your eyes slightly wide as you took in his appearance. He had dirty blonde hair, a nice small smile, dressed in a simple shirt, faded blue jeans, and from what you could see he was wearing a black pair of sneakers. You raised an eyebrow in amusement at how he dressed so casually for a date and gave him a point for that. You nodded and smiled softly as you put your coffee down.

"Sorry for being late. I couldn't find my car keys and I didn't have your number so, again, sorry," he explained, taking the seat across from you.

You smiled and shook your head as you closed your magazine. "It's fine. I'm usually here every day doing college classes since hey have free WiFi," you said, resting your chin in your hand as you rested your elbow on the table.

He stared at you before leaning forward with his crossed arms on the table. "I like your accent," he said, smiling. "Where are ya from?"

"New Zealand. I just moved to Great Britain a few months ago and my friend wanted me to meet new people and go on dates," you said, rolling your eyes.

"So you didn't make the account and set this up?"

"Nope. All my friend."

"Well, what do you think of it so far?"

You gave him a once over, raising your eyebrow as you thought. "Well, you are cute and you seem nice, you don't have that rapist or serial killer look, so I guess this wasn't dodgy," you said, smiling as he blushed a bit and chuckled.

"Thanks. I'm Niall by the way," he said, holding his hand out.

You took it and gently shook it with a soft smile on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Niall."

Harry: Canadian

It was well known that you were from Canada, your accent strong whenever you spoke. You never thought anything of it, thinking that that's how it was for you so you didn't mind it. You'd usually get picked on for it by bullies or teased by family members. So, it didn't surprise you when your childhood friend and one month boyfriend continued to tease you through dinner when you said something totally different then he did in your accent. 

You puffed out your cheeks as you slowly gripped the fork in your hand. "Harry," you seethed softly as he chuckled at your accent. "What is so funny with the words coming out of my mouth?" 

He covered his mouth as mouth left your lips, giggling into his hand as you started to foam. 

You usually didn't mind that he teased you, you would let him and join in, but you two were in a nice restaurant for your birthday and he was teasing you as paps were waiting outside. You get that you have trouble with the OU in your words and that it can be funny sometimes but you still didn't like that he was doing this in public on your birthday. 

"Harry Styles, stop your laughing this minute or I'm walking out," you hissed softly, narrowing your eyes at him as his eyes widened. 

"What? Why? You usually laugh along with me," he pointed out, taking a sip of his coke. 

"Yes, but it's my birthday and I don't like how everyone is staring," you mumbled, your gaze falling on your plate as you calmed down. 

He looked at you and frowned a bit. "Hey, what's wrong? You never minded when someone stared at you when we laughed about your accent," he said, watching you. 

"I know but...I don't know, I just don't like the stares. It feels weird. Like I'm being judged for even speaking," you explained, sighing softly. 

He chuckled and reached over the table, grabbing and gripping your hand as he smiled. "Babe, relax. Don't worry what they say, I love your accent, I love your voice in general," he said, smiling more when you gripped his hand back. 

You nodded and glanced up at him. "Alright...You gonna give me your half of that cake?"{ you asked, smiling as he chuckled. 

Liam: Welsh

You sat on your couch watching Netflix as you waited for Liam to come home. You were curled up with a blanket around you, rubbing your eyes tiredly. It was around eleven at night and you were really tired, but you wanted to see Liam before you fell asleep. The only thing was that laying on the couch while you were sleepy was never a good idea for you since you always fell asleep at some point. 

Which is what happened ten minutes later, you were fast asleep on the couch as Netflix played in the background. You snuggled into the blanket as you slept, soft snores leaving your lips as you slept. 

Not even twenty minutes after you fell asleep, Liam walked through the door and yawned himself, looking over and smiling as he looked at your sleeping form. "Every time," he mumbled, putting his bag beside the door and walking over to you, gently picking you up. 

You stirred and whined, squirming as you thought it was someone else, not thinking since you were half asleep. 

"Relax, love, it's just me," he whispered, lightly kissing your cheek as he carried you to the room. 

You calmed down and mumbled softly, keeping your eyes closed, "I-I wanted to stay up and greet you this time but like always I fell asleep."

He chuckled and kissed your forehead as he laid you down. "Your voice is so cute when you're sleepy," he pointed out, pulling off his shirt as he walked over to the closet. 

You watched him, rubbing your eyes as you got under the covers, looking back at him as he pulling on some pajama bottoms. "Is not," you muttered, closing your eyes as he laid down with you. 

"I think it is. Your accent comes out a lot more when you're sleepy and I find it really cute. I love your voice," he whispered, pulling you close as he yawned. "Now, let's get some sleep. I have tomorrow off so we can sleep all day if we wanted too." 

You nodded and listened to his heart beat as you fell asleep, soft 'I love you's leaving your lips as you fell asleep. 

Louis: Scotland

You stared at Louis as he chatted with Harry, his laugh ringing through your eyes as he and Harry joked around. You sighed and fall to your side, landing in Niall's lap as he raised his popcorn bowl. "Comfortable?" he asked, looking down at you. 

You huffed, not wanting to speak. 

"What's wrong with you? You're usually just as talkative as Louis, never shutting up," he said, putting a piece of popcorn in your mouth. 

You chewed it and looked over at Louis, grumbling softly before motioning for Niall to lean down a bit, watching as he did. "Louis and I had a fight the other night and he said my voice was annoying, that my accent was...annoying and that he couldn't stand it," you mumbled, rolling over and staring at the wall. 

"What? Louis wouldn't say that. Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?" 

"It doesn't hurt as much if it was a dream. The worse part is that he's acting like nothing happened at all," you said, sighing.

Niall rubbed your head and ate his popcorn, putting attention back on the TV show that was showing. 

"Y/n! Why are you laying in Niall's lap?" Louis asked, pouting. "You usually lay in my lap." 

You huffed and rolled over, closing your eyes as he watched you, sighing softly. "Are you still upset over what I said a few nights ago because I didn't mean any of it. I was drunk and had a bad day," he said, crawling over to you and poking your side. "Your voice and accent is amazing, I could listen to it all day." 

You grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, huffing as you rolled over at that moment. "Jerk."