One Direction Preferences

First Glance

Harry: You sigh defeated, realizing this character is just going to continue to screw up his life and loose the girl of his dreams. You tap your eraser across the desk paper humming an Ed Sheeran song that you blindly remember the tune too as you'd listened to it at least forty times yesterday. You close your eyes, soaking in the warm atmosphere of the library. It's quiet, the room smelling thickly of new material and coffee. You suddenly feel a weight, resting on the back of your head and it's not exactly physically touching you but you feel it. Like someone's just staring, right at you. And you open your eyes, not really liking the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, so you turn and you notice a boy, with a mop of curls and the prettiest green eyes you've ever seen gazing right at you. He doesn't stop either, just continues staring as if it's okay to gawk at you like this. Because he thinks your adorable. Black rimmed glasses pressed against the bride of your nose. You're hands covered with the maroon colored mittens because it was December and it was freezing out. And you smile shyly, waving with your pinkie, and lamely turn around and face your books your cheeks painting pink from the most embarrassing thing you've ever done. Wave with your pinkie? Pathetic. Except the boy seems to think you're incredibly cute so he makes his way over to you, demanding he takes you out to prove that feeling he got in his chest.

Liam: Keep running, keep pumping, keep breathing. You've repeated this phrase in your head multiple times, as you continue to run. Just taking a quick morning jog, in the crisp damp air. The sun's out, shining brightly and you'd think it'd warm you right up. But it really wasn't doing anything but shining, it being way too early for the sun to produce any heat since it had just been dark a few hours ago. But this cool air is nice, hitting the exposed skin of your shins and arms in the right places to keep you from getting too incredibly hot. You notice a bench, deciding to take a quick break. You sit down, and look up a the tree's, letting your eyes scan over the countless green leaves the sun shining vibrantly through the peeks where there's no leave to shade you. And then you turn, looking down the path to find a boy, not much older than you are with soft brown hair, short almost in a buzz cut but it's growing out slowly, huge biceps and calves making him seem so fit and manly, but the deep humming brown of his eyes and his puppy like features tell you other wise. His eyes lock with yours, twinkling at the sight of such a pretty girl resting on this blue bench. So he bites his lip, taking his chances and sliding down in the seat beside you folding his hands in his lap. He's not sure what to say, I mean you're really pulling at his heart. He never wanted to believe in love at first sight but you've really got him hooked. So he might go for the casual 'hello' because that's how conversations start but you beat him too it, saying something that blows his mind. "I think I love you."

Louis: This day couldn't exactly get any worse. It's raining, pouring cats and dogs outside and there's thunder and lighting and your stuck in this stupid coffee shop that you work at because this is your job and you have to be here to take orders no matter what the weather because people are still coming in to get out of the rain and to just order something sweet and hot to warm them up. And you want to break down and just lie on the floor and hold yourself because you're so terrified of storms it's not even a joke. Your bottom lip trembles as tears gather in your eyes, keeping your head down so you can just finish up this shift and get home in your warm bed and cuddle into a pillow and stay there the entire night. You suck in a breath, griping your apron tightly between your fists. "Hi, can I- whoa are you alright?" The man speaks and his voice is filed with such sincerity and concern. "H-huh, yeah?" You sniffle, wiping under your eyes and blinking back the rest of the tears. Another flash of lighting and the loudest boom of thunder you've heard all day. You whimper softly, your palms becoming sweaty and you don't even realize it but the man has jumped over the counter and has you in his arms rocking you back and forth slowly. "Hey now, hey, don't cry, look at me please?" He whispers in your ear and you shake your head, feeling so small and vulnerable to be crying in this strangers arms. "Please?" He tries again, tilting your chin up. Hot tears slide down your cheeks as you open your watery, puffy eyes. "Sorry, I'm just a baby." You chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "No your not. You're just a bit scared, that's alright." He says softly. And his heart can't stop leaping every time a tear rolls down your cheek because you shouldn't be crying. No, you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen and you didn't deserve to cry. So he pulls you tighter, this weird connection that's got him strangely attracted to you hitting him in the face so hard, he realizes this is perfect. You and him, perfect match.