One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He "Hates" You

Harry: You and One Direction had been friends for two years now. You had been lucky enough to win a contest and spend the entire day with the boy band. They surprisingly had taken a liking to you and had asked you to hang out again. And here you were two years later and One Direction’s best friend. Well, all of them except Harry. Harry always liked to call you hateful names and roll his eyes whenever you talked. And yet, you had still fallen for him.

Today, you and the boys had decided to go to the beach. When you woke up, however, you had a sore throat and your head was pounding. Just rolling out of bed and walking to the kitchen caused you to break a sweat. You lazily grabbed a water bottle and plopped down on the couch in the living room, coughing up a fit. The TV was on, but you strained to hear it over your hacking. There was no way you could go out today.

The door banged open, and you saw the blurry outline of a figure standing in the hallway. The person was staring at his or her phone, tapping away madly while walking into the room.

“Alright, let’s go,” you heard Harry’s aggravated voice whine. Of course the boys would send him to pick you up for the beach. Harry looked up from his phone and saw you still in your pajamas on the couch. “What the hell?! Why aren’t you ready?! The lads send me down here to pick you up, and you can’t even get your lazy ass off the couch!” Harry fumed.

“Shut up, you prick. I don’t feel well,” you defended, your voice growing weaker towards the end. You coughed for about two minutes and then took a swig of water, trying to settle your pounding head and searing throat. Harry was silent, and then you felt a large hand cover your forehead.

“You have a fever,” Harry mumbled, standing up and walking away. You heard a door slam and figured Harry had left. Well of course he would. Harry hated you. Why would he stay here and take care of you when he could be at the beach with people he actually liked?

You closed your eyes, trying to calm your head. About five minutes later, you felt something cool drape over your forehead, and your eyes popped open to see Harry placing a bowl and a cup on the coffee table. “What are you doing?” you whispered, afraid your voice would hurt if you spoke too loud.

“Sh,” Harry ordered, grabbing the cup. “Here, drink this. My mum used to always give me tea when I had a sore throat. Maybe it’ll help your headache too,” Harry said, tilting the cup of tea towards your mouth. You took a cautionary sip, letting the hot liquid drip down your sore glands. “Keep that washcloth on your head too. It’ll help cool down the fever.”

“Harry? Why are you here? And helping me?” you asked gently. Harry scratched the back of his head, looking around the room wildly. “Why do you hate me?” you asked instead, asking the question that had been bugging you for the longest time.

“I don’t,” Harry whispered. “I actually really like you. But I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. So I guess I was rude. I’m sorry,” Harry apologized.

“Harry, I like you too,” you whispered.

“You do?” Harry inquired, his eyes widening and a smile playing on his lips. You giggled and nodded, and Harry pecked your cheek. “Great! What movie would you like to watch?” Harry spent the rest of the day taking care of you, and three days later, you took care of a sick Harry.

Louis: You had been friends with One Direction since the very beginning, seeing as how you were Simon’s niece. Simon had hooked you up with a modeling job, and so you worked as a model for big-name companies.  You and the boys got along really well, and you had even developed a small crush on Louis. But Louis seemed to do the exact opposite to you. He hated you, but you couldn’t help but like his childish nature and hilarious jokes.