One Direction Preferences

He's Jealous/Protective

Harry: He knows you're his. He knows that when you both go home tonight, you'll be with each other. But that guy, the one whose been eyeing you up the entire night is really driving him a bit mad. I mean, he doesn't want to believe you'd leave him for someone else, but he can't help but think of it. He's almost always gone, traveling the world and singing to millions of crowds, months at time. And he feels that maybe.. maybe someone could be better than he is. He sighs and takes a seat in one of the bar stools resting his head in his hands, rubbing at his eyes to relieve some of the stress. You both came here to relax and let loose but all he's doing is watching after you and waiting for one of these slobs to make the wrong move. And you seem to notice his discomfort as you travel towards the boy. You smile at him, and rest your palms on his thigh waiting for him to look up. And he does, because he can smell that perfume on you and he just get's that tingly feeling. "Hi babe." You greet and cock your head to the side, wondering why he isn't having a good time. "Everyone's eye raping you." He mutters and plays with your hands while casting his gaze towards your hands as well. You frown and look around, before returning to Harry. "So? I love you. And I think I'm ready to go home?" You smile and Harry chuckles softly, nodding. "Yeah, can we?"

Liam: And he's at his breaking point. This guy had you backed up in a corner. A god damn corner. And that's when Liam reached his peak. He stomped over the lad and pulled him off of you, giving him a good right hook to the nose. And he just goes down, totally unaware of anything. "If you ever lay a fucking hand on my girl again, you won't recognize your face in the mirror." He barks and the boy is quick to scramble away, nodding frantically as he makes his way towards the exit. Liam huffs, hands clenching at his sides. He turns to you, seeing your shaking figure pressed against the wall as you look at Liam with fearful eyes. His expression immediately softens. "Li?" You squeak, and look at him your bottom lip trembling. He sighs before lunging towards you and pulling you into his chest. "Oh sweetheart, no, don't be scared of me." He whispers and kisses your forehead. "I'm just trying to protect you." He nods and you sniffle gripping his T-shirt tightly between your fingers.

Louis: And he's trying not to let it bother him. It's been four months. Four months since you broke up, and he's on a date. But so are you. And he's dying inside, because wow. This guy is being wonderful to you. Scooting your chair in, holding your hand and looking into your eyes when he talks to you, laughing at your stupid jokes, and somehow being able to keep that pretty smile on your face. And Louis just wants to scream. His date has noticed him looking over at your table many times this evening. She stops him and sighs. "Listen, Louis, you obviously have some type of feelings for her. And I suggest you go and get her, before she's his." Louis is a little surprised, but he could care less about the blonde bimbo he's on a date with. You're the main priority. When he watches you stand up to go to the restroom and he quick to his feet, stumbling a little before he runs into the ladies restroom behind you. Luckily, no one else in here. "Y/N.. listen, I-I need you okay? I do. I can't live without you. You make me feel so wonderful inside whenever I see you. I know four months ago, I said some pretty fucked up shit, but I'm here now. And I need to get you back. You're my only sense of calm. Since you left, I've been such a wreck. I need your cooking, and your horrible back massages and the way you cut my toast into triangles in the mornings because-" But you've already cut him off with your lips.

Niall: You were both at an awards show, and you were honestly have a wonderful time together. The people are amazing, the atmosphere is clean and crisp. But, Niall's beyond upset. You haven't spoken to him much, too busy chatting it up with your celebrity crush. Now, this was really making him angry because your celebrity crush is cute, hot, sexy, whatever it is you called him last week and he can't get it out of his head how flirty he looks talking to you. How cocky he's being. Niall huffs and rubs at his eyes before bumping into Harry whose laughing at his behavior. "Listen mate, she's yours. But maybe she needs a little reminder huh?" He winks and pats Niall on the back before scurrying off towards the snack table. Niall nods his head and tilts his head at you. He quickly struts towards you, grabbing your waist and pushing you against the nearest wall, smashing his lips onto your yours with a deep passion. He smirks against your lips, before pulling away, pressing your foreheads together like no one's even around. "I love you. And you belong to me princess, not the hunk over their with the knife for a jaw-line." He chuckles softly and you bat his chest, burying your flustered face in his neck.

Zayn: Zayn could never understand what it was that possessed you to stay with the man whose been physically and emotional hurting you since you were dating more than 3 years ago. He just doesn't get it. Someone like you should be treated like a queen. Brought breakfast in bed every morning. Flowers and chocolate when you get home. A nice big warm hug when your upset. But that's not at all what you get. You have an abusive boyfriend. And he's horrible to you, you feel more of a slave than a girlfriend at the most. You currently have to work a total of three jobs to keep up with the rent because your boyfriend refuses to get a job and help out. And now, you're seated upon Zayn's bathroom counter a pack of ice pressed to your bruised cheek and a blue Band-Aid stuck on the cut on your bicep. It happened again, and it only seemed to get worse, until Zayn showed up and beat the living daylights out of the boy. He sighed and nosed your cheek, kissing the skin on your neck softly. "Babe.. I, God, are you alright? I just don't understand, after all these years you stayed by his side?" He shakes his head and kisses your jaw-line. "You don't deserve this, you know?" He says softly, a kiss to your cheek now. "You deserve the finest treatment." A kiss to your forehead. "The finest treatment from the best guy." A kiss to your nose. "From me." And at last, a mind-blowing kiss to your lips.

 Josh: You're at the boy's rehearsal and you're having a great laugh. The boys are goofing off, and not much is getting done but nobody really minds since they've been working hard all week. You're currently being chased by one of the body guard's sons, Alex, whose got a huge crush on you. He scrambling after you, and you're shrieking and laughing batting his hands away when they try to grab at your sides. You're running down the hall now, Alex hot on your heels when your crush into a sturdy body, falling flat on your front on the person's chest. You look up, and see Josh whose groaning softly from the impact. You widen your eyes and cup his face in your hands. "Oh, shit, Josh? Babe, I'm sorry." You coo and pepper kisses along his face. He chuckles and pushes your face away, grinning. "Why in the world were you running so fast? Miss me?" He teases, pulling your nose. You roll your eyes and snort. "No, Alex was chasing me trying to tickle me." You point out, and Alex is looking at the floor hands behind his back as his cheek heat up. Josh frowns. "Aye, Alex!" He calls and Alex looks up, but doesn't say a word. "Why don't you keep your hands off my girl huh?" He nods and scurries out of the room. Josh grins triumphantly and pulls you onto his lap. "Mine, mine, mine." He chants softly, biting your ear.

Hey hey hey, it's HUMP DAY!  So, I've noticed that a bunch of new songs have just been on the radio and wow, I love them all. I like Lady Gaga's new song applause, that's wonderful. And, Lorde's Royals. If I could think of more I'd definitely name them! So, would you all lovely people comment your favorite song, favorite radio station, favorite artist, singer, what ever, I don't care, just comment my lovelies! -Haley c;