One Direction Preferences

Cut off statements.

Cut off statements.

Harry: "New Years is such a bust," You muttered, your eyes gazing over the crowds of people dancing whose eyes were occasionally looking up at the television to see what time it was. One would say you had too much to drink by now, but you took another swig of your beer anyway. "Girls wear short dresses, guys wear their nice shirts and ties." You rolled your eyes, blowing hot air out of your mouth. "Oh, and then the kiss!" Your eyes widened with fake enthusiasm as you reached out to tap his hand. His head bobbed knowingly, an amused smile on his face. He had been accompanying you for about ten minutes now, listening to you rant about how much you loathed the holiday you were forced into celebrating. "That oh-so-magical kiss that everyone waits all year for." The music came to a stop, the crowd chanting along to the countdown on the television. 10. "Because, I mean, who wouldn't want another excuse to kiss their boyfriend or girlfriend?" 8. "Why not make all the single people in the room feel awkward?" 5. "It's not like they don't already every other time that they're thrown in that stupid third wheel position." 2. "You know, this holiday is so—" Your discourse was cut short by a pair of lips connecting to yours; his eyes boring into yours rather than the normal closed flutter. He pulled away only for you to catch a glimpse of the smile on his face before he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips.

Liam: There were people everywhere. And they were all going absolutely mad. You could have sworn the walls of the hotel were vibrating due to their screams. He had his back turned to them, facing you, and a couple of body guards were standing behind him, facing the front doors. "Liam, I.." You bit at your bottom lip, tilting your body a bit so you could see past both him and the body guards, your eyes landing on the growing crowd of people outside. A wave of nerves washed over you once again. "Maybe I should just stay in the hotel. Or I'll just leave later," You compromised. "I don't want you to get hurt and if I leave after you or something, then the guards will only have to worry about you. And you won't be worried about me, because I know you will be, and you will just focus on getting into the car. And I'll just meet you there or—" Your eyes were connected with his as he pulled away from the kiss but were quick to look behind him once again. "Stop it," He ordered, his voice soft but strict. "You're going to be okay. I'm not going to get hurt and I'm surely not going to let you stay here by yourself. I wouldn't let anything happen to you, ever." He promised, his fingers tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Besides, they're not going to hurt you. They're just.. excited," He said with a small smile, an encouraging nod of his head following.

Louis: You stood a good twelve feet away from the rushing water, a wary look evident in your features. Your right hand was clasp onto his tightly, your other hand resting against his forearm just for extra stability. "I don't like beaches at all," You murmured under your breath. You eyed the people running about in the sand; some were building sand castles, others were sunbathing, but most were freely swimming in the cool ocean water. You involuntarily shuddered. "You know, sharks could be lurking about here. Lifeguards aren't really all that reliable," You noted, turning to look up at him. "They can swim up to three feet of water. And although they don't particularly go hunting for people, that doesn't stop them from biting you to see if you're tasty food." Your eyebrows knit together in worry. "And that bite could kill you, depending on what shark it is. Like a Great White or a bull shark or even tiger sharks, they all could kill you with just one bite. You'd bleed to death before you even reached the shore, I bet. Your insides could be spilled everywhere or you could lose a leg or—" You stopped talking due to the lips that were crushed on top of yours. A low whine left your lips as he pulled away, causing a laugh to leave his. "There are no sharks," He assured you. "I promise. And if there are, I'll let them eat me first."

Niall: "Wait, what did she just say?" You asked, turning your head a bit to look up at him. He let out a low sigh that nearly went unnoticed. "She said that she wants to go to LA to produce music," He answered, averting his gaze back to the television. You simply nodded, soon looking back at the screen as well. It was another five minutes before your eyebrows furrowed together. "That girl is such a bitch," You muttered. "I can't believe.. Why would people put up with her? How is she the head of that club? How did she even recruit all those—" Your commentary was cut off by a kiss. His hands placing themselves on the sides of your face to keep you still until your lips stopped attempting to speak. "Shush," He commanded, pointing his index finger at you. "Just watch the movie and you'll see, okay?" Slightly dazed from the kiss, you nodded your head again. But like before, another ten minutes into the movie, you began ranting again. "This song is so boring! You know what, it's not Bumper's fault that she threw up. And obviously it's going to take longer than a—" Again, your words were shushed by his lips pressing against yours. "I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose," He accused, his eyes playfully squinting. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just trying to watch the—" For the third time, he cut your sentence short with a kiss. And many kisses followed it.

Zayn: "They're a really good band," You urged, holding the CD out for him to take. "I'm sure you're going to like them." He took the CD from your hands, placing it on your nightstand and making a mental note to take it before he left. You two moved so you were both laying with your backs against your bed, both your gazes stuck on the ceiling above you. His fingers grabbed yours, the corners of his lips twitching slightly to barely form a smile. "Do you ever think about the future?" You asked suddenly. He turned his head to the left, looking directly at you. Making sure you kept your gaze on the ceiling, pretending you couldn't see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, you continued. "Do you wonder what you're going to do with your life? How far One Direction will actually go? Where you're going to end up settling down? Who you're going to marry? I-If we're going to stay together or if, maybe, we'll find someone else along the w—" Your question was cut off with a firm kiss. His hands rested on either side of bed, his body hovering over yours. There was a stern glint in his brown eyes. "Don't," He simply stated. His eyes searched yours, waiting for you to pipe up again so he could stop you with another kiss. When no words came out, he kept on. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, maybe settle down back in Bradford or find a completely new place. Wherever you want to go, I don't care." He repeated, "I'm spending the rest of my life with you."