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Preference- He Makes Fun Of You

Zayn: He was in a chipper mood, as you were in a crappy one. Today was horrible for you at school, and all that you wanted was for someone to care about you. It seemed like no one did anyway, even with Zayn around.

"Hiya, (Y/N)," Zayn called from the kitchen as you plopped down on the couch. "How was school today?"

"Horrible," you said, pouting. "Today has to be the worst day ever!"

"What happened?"

"In Concert Choir, I had to sing in front of others, and I sucked. In Geometry, I had to take a stupid test. In Physical Science, I had to work with a dumbass who didn't know anything about atomic theory, and finally, in Sociology, I didn't have anything for that class. It was all in my locker."

"Sounds like you could use a better day."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Maybe..."

"Well, STOP! Can't you tell that I've had a really bad day, and I come home to this crap?"

"I'm sorry, returning to the kitchen now." The rest of your day sucked, let's just be honest here.

Niall: You were on a run with Liam to try to gain some physical endurance, and during it, you fell and busted your ankle up. Niall was unable to be reached, so Liam was forced to carry you home. He felt bad about not being able to take you to the hospital, because you needed to go there, but he wasn't allowed to do anything to or with you without Niall's permission.

Speaking of Niall, he came home, and saw you lying on the couch, your ankle wrapped and iced. He didn't seem to notice at first, but when he did, he acted like it was nothing.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N), what are you doing? You should be running with Liam...or did you finish?" He said, finally noticing you.

"We had to stop early. I fell and busted my ankle." You whimpered, trying to move it.

"Why didn't you try to call me?"

"Liam did, but you weren't answering."

"Oh...well, what do you want me to do, watch you lie here in immense pain...?"

"NIALL JAMES HORAN, THAT IS NOT AT ALL WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO!! I would like it if you would stop making jokes out of this, and take me to the emergency room, like, STAT!"

"Alright, alright, don't have to scream, princess."

"IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME ANYMORE." He came and picked you up, taking you to the car, trying to balance the ice on your wrapped ankle while he carried you, and laid you down in the front seat. "Sorry for yelling, but this hurts."

"How long has it been like this?"

"Um...let me see...about...45 minutes maybe..."

"Great, let's hope that this can end well."

It didn't go as planned, but still went well.

Liam: He wasn't usually the type to make fun of others, because he's "Mr. Responsible and Sensible," but when he's around you, he changes into a fun guy to be around. Usually, if he was trying to get a smile from you, he would joke around a bit.

"Hey, want to hear a joke that Louis taught me today?" Liam asked.

"What is it?" You sassed to him, groaning in boredom. Today had been tiring for you at Volunteering, and you didn't want too much sass. "I've had a bad day."

"I've had a bad day." He used your exact tone, facial expression, and everything to recreate what you just did.

"Stop it, Liam."

"Stop it, Liam."

"Seriously, stop!"

"Seriously, stop!"

"ALRIGHT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"

"ALRIGHT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" As you stormed off into the bedroom, you tried to pull one last saying on him.

"I'm done!"

"I'm done!" That was extremely upsetting and aggravating for you to have to put up with, especially when you were tired and worn down.

Louis: Louis? Not go a day without finding something to make fun of you for? Yea, right! He never said anything that didn't have a joke attached to it. He was a funny guy, and great to talk to when you've had a bad day, but when it came to fashion...um...not so much...

"Louis, what about this one?" You said, putting on the 15th dress that you had, trying to find one that would look good on you for a dance that he was taking you out tonight for.

"Seriously...? (Y/N), you're wearing that? Eww, it looks disgusting. It doesn't make you seem like...yourself." Louis said, looking at you with disgust.

"You've said that to every single dress that I've tried on now. I'm tired of it, and if you can't help me, then please, leave."

"Baby...you look great in that dress. It matches theme, too, so it'll work. Now, allow me to do your make-up."

"Absolutely not in a million years! I wouldn't even trust Zayn to do it, and he's an artist. He could make me look good, but I could do it a bit better."

"Well, fine. Be that way. I'll just take Harry to the dance tonight, and you can stay home, and cut yourself."

"THAT'S IT! NEVER MAKE FUN OF THAT AGAIN! SELF-INJURY IS FUCKING SERIOUS!!! I would know, I used to do it, but because of you, I don't anymore, and now, you're trying to get me to relapse, aren't you?"

"Oh, yea, I remember now. It is serious."

"WOW, AND YOU'RE JUST NOW REALIZING THAT????"

"No..."

"That's what I thought...peasant."

That didn't make Louis very happy...

Harry: In life, his main goal was to have a girlfriend, and make her as happy as possible, and with you, he was able to do that. He wanted to do everything for you that he possibly could, just to see a smile on your face. Whipped was a term that the other boys used a lot to describe him, but he took no offense to it, and keeps pampering you.

One day, you came home with a sad expression, and he didn't know what could make you happy.

"Hey, (Y/N), how's the weather today in (Y/N)ville?" He asked cheekily.

"Great, just great." You said, walking past him with a slight stomp, headed off to your room.

"It seems like it, too."

"Thanks to Niall making me late for school, my day was horrible."

"What did he do this time, spend too much time at Starbucks again?"

"No, he went to Nando's on the way to school, and he didn't even offer me anything."

"Would you like something from me?"

"What are you willing to give me?"

"Let's go to Starbucks, and get you that chocolate caramel mocha that you love."

"Thanks, Harry, and why did you make fun of me like that?"

"I made fun of you? I didn't mean to, I was being sarcastic."

"I guess I don't hate you after all..."

"You hated me?"

"Let's talk about it later."

-Janel

Author's Note: If you have any ideas for preferences that you would like to see done, just message them to me, and when I publish them, I'll dedicate that part to you. :D