One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #100 "How he gets Jelous"

I already made one about when he gets jelous but not how he acts so here you go!

Harry - he can’t keep still, or refrain himself from cracking his knuckles or rolling his shoulders in the presence of the third guy in a row, hitting on you at the club. He sets his jaw, the unfriendliness of his expression making his eyes darken and narrow, until they’re like almonds set in his sockets. He stands behind you, and clasps what he can of your body in his massive hands, whispering to you that he’ll do things later that only he can do. It makes you shiver and feel sorry for the guy who only wanted to know how you were doing, but you understand why Harry does it, because when the lights go out and music dims to a ringing in your ear, he’s insecure, and afraid of losing something he’s pressed tighter to his heart than anything else before. 

Liam - he holds your hand tighter, when you see your ex on the street, bigger and buffer than Liam will ever be. He locks his fingers into yours and squeezes until you have to tell him to let up, the blood no longer circulating to your swinging limb. He dilutes his voice until it’s a shuffling murmur that you can barely hear, that you have to lean up on tiptoes to listen to. He says nonsensical things, because he’s suddenly unsure of where he is and what he’s doing in that moment. He turns on the spot and worries about his stance and the how straight the line of his spine is, but he doesn’t need to worry, he just needs to know that you’re his and you always will be, no matter what.

Louis - he buries himself beneath humour, wisecracks and bits that seem to make everyone laugh but the one guy who’s been making passes at you all night. His efforts a little over the top… okay, a lot over the top but he does it because he doesn’t know what to else to do. The times that he gets jealous are the times where he wonders what he has that the other guys don’t. He’s not the most masculine, or the smartest, or the fittest. And he’s never more aware of it than when another guy is eyeing the parts of you he gets to take home and love under the covers at night. You can tell by his smile that he’s nervous, suddenly unsure of himself and the world around him, so you squeeze his hand just that little bit tighter, to let him know it’s okay and you’re not going anywhere, ever.

Zayn - he lets his thoughts run away from him, plaguing him and convincing him that every guy in the bar wants to take you against the wall, and pound into you roughly with clothes tearing off one item after the other. They run around his head, cruel images taunting him to the point where he compresses his glass so hard around his hand that you have to take it away from him, worrying that he might smash it and break skin. He tenses whenever someone walks past, his mind betraying him into believing that you might ever leave him. It’s so difficult to imagine that it almost brings tears to his eyes, and he excuses himself into the bathroom to splash cool water on his hot skin and remind himself that you love him, and he’s good enough to have you, every day and every night.

Niall - he can’t keep his hands off you. He’ll introduce you to everyone as his girlfriend with a voice that boasts a volume loud enough for the guys out the back to hear, as well as the restaurant diners across the street. With the kind of nervous grin you’d grown used to, he’ll slip the title into sentences and stories, like “my girlfriend and I…” or “yeah, I went there with my girlfriend…” because he doesn’t feel like simply standing with you is enough to tell the world that you’re his. He squeezes your shoulders and pecks your cheek, interrupting your gossip with the girls at a club, or the business talk with your boss at a work function, just to kiss you once, and know that his are the only lips you’ll be kissing that night, and every night to follow.