One Direction preference

You're in the same school play.

Harry: You were Juliet and he was...Paris. In the story he acted as your pretentious suitor but that was exactly what you adored about him. From the moment you saw him you knew he was special, talented. You couldn't help but smile as he spoke his lines, entranced by his skill, the passion he had for his character. "You're not supposed to like me." He smirked, his voice low, a moment of fault as he looked down at you, your lips slightly parted. "Cut!" Your theater instructor's voice sounded, both of you stepping away from each other. As soon as he was off the stage he was completely changed into his usual charming, sweet self, the complete opposite of his character. That was your favorite thing about him though, his ability to perform but remain the polite guy you knew him to be.

Louis: "It's opening night." Louis smiled over at you, chuckling as you peeked around the curtain at the full theater of people, your parents and his sitting at the front row. "It's opening night." You repeated, turning around to face him. "I was going to wait until the end of the show but I already know you're gonna be great." He pulled his hands from behind his back, a bouquet of red and white roses for you. He noticed the way your knee shook, signs of your nerves. "You know the lines and all the steps. You're the perfect Ariel." He leaned in, a small kiss pressed to your cheek, washing away your nerves just as it was announced, "And now, the 2013 production of Footloose!"

Niall: You were searching for your perfect Beast. You stood on stage, making yet another face at your theater coach and director as another guy disappointed. The were excused and the next to audition was called out, Niall Horan. He smiled shyly when he entered but quickly showed his confidence as he went into his lines, shocking you already as he had memorized the scene. For the moment it was as if you were in an actual performance, having practiced together for months, the chemistry between the two of you undeniable as you finished, satisfied as Beauty had found her Beast.

Liam: Your teacher was disappointed as he had yet to find someone to fill the lead role in High School Musical. That was, until you heard Liam's voice belting through the theater as he worked at painting props after auditions, approaching him about it first. "I can't sing. I just got on to do props and lighting or something." He stammered, a little nervous. "Sing with me." You nodded, heading out to the stage. You quickly fell into the song that was being used for auditioning, Liam knowing every line, every note. Little did you know that from the back of the auditorium, your teacher sat, listening. "See you can sing." You smiled when you finished, just as you would say as you took your final bow at the end of the production, the perfect Gabriella and Troy.

Zayn: "Can we take five?" You yelled, interrupting your rehearsal yet again. You walked off the stage, Zayn following right behind you. "Problem?" He asked, a knowing grin etched on his face. "Stop that. You are not Danny and I am not Sandy." You rolled your eyes, turning around to face him, his eyes boring into yours again, smoldering at you with that exact look that had you lost at words in the first place. "Actually, we kind of are. We didn't fall in love over the summer but you are pretty, cute, innocent in a way. We both know that well, I am me. I can be pretty Danny if you ask me. We go to the same school and I think it's pretty obvious that you have feelings for me and I won't deny that I do too." He said. You shook your head. "Maybe if you just go ahead and kiss me you'll get over this whole weak at the knees thing." He laughed, pressing his lips to yours only once before walking out on the stage, already knowing he would be wrong. He had your knees weaker than ever, Zayn Malik, the one that you want.