One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

The Boss

Louis

I stepped into his office, hoping my outfit was appropriate enough for this interview. “It’s great to meet you (Y/N),” He grinned. In short terms, he was flawless. A navy business suit, short hair, and golden cuff links. Ready for work. And me; Pencil skirt and a droopy cardigan. How professional. ” The pleasure is mine Mr.Tomlinson,” I smiled in return. He chuckled and led me to his desk. “Mr.Tomlinson is my grandfather. Please call me Louis.” The rest of the interview was dull, but I did catch myself stealing glances at him as he spoke. I didn’t know if he saw, but I tried not to make it noticeable. When the interview was done, I went on my way. “(Y/N)?” I turned, and he gave me a knee-buckling grin. “That pencil skirt looks heavenly on you.”

Liam

The first week on the job was very fast-paced. Lots of paperwork, and many sightings of my boss. It seemed like he was around often, but I didn’t mind. That crinkle in his brow when he concentrated, and that smile that stopped me in my tracks was what I saw on the regular. “(Y/N)?” I looked up from my computer, and there he was. Liam Payne. “I need you to work late tonight. I have about three stacks of paper work on my desk, and I need your perfect mind to help me out,” He grinned. “Of course Mr. Payne.” I stayed a couple hours later, and soon we had a little over ten papers left. “What would I do without you,” He chuckled. “Well, I should get home but it was gr-” His lips were on mine in an instant. Usually my first instinct was to smack him and walk away, but I stayed. “Mr. Payne-” “Call me Liam sweetheart.”

Niall

After work drinks with Jane and Claire were what I needed. Work was the only thing I was keeping busy with, and that was already pushing my buttons. “To our little editor,” Jane joked as we clinked glasses. I was still on my first drink when Jane got to her third glass along with Claire. When they went to get a water, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mr. Horan laughing with his colleagues, not wearing his suit and tie. More of a button down white shirt and faded jeans. He saw me, and gave a polite wave and smile. He spoke in one of the men’s ears, and sauntered over making my nerves jump. “(Y/N). I didn’t know you drank.” “I don’t. Jane and Claire, they wanted me to have one after work.” He smiled, and sat in Claire’s side of the booth. “So you never drink?” “Only tea,” I grinned. Niall’s name was called back to his table, and he got up from the booth quickly. “You’ll need to have one with me sometime. Great to see you (Y/N).”

Harry

"Aaron, I am not going out for drinks with you," I giggled. The water from the fountain streamed into his cup as he smiled. "One drink will not kill you Mrs. Studious!" "The final answer is no Aaron. I would love to I just..I have a boyfriend and he wouldn’t be delighted to hear I went for drinks with a coworker, especially a male one." "Who is the lucky fellow," He chuckled, sipping from his foam cup. "(Y/N)!" I turned to see Harry’s face, very red and fuming. "I have to go," I mouthed before I made my way to his office. He locked the door, and soon we were face to face. "What was that about?" "A-Aaron just wanted to have a drink after work but I-" "Aaron? You’re really gonna ruin this over him?!" "No! I said no. Harry you need-" "Good." He moved so he was behind me, and tucked my hair to my left shoulder. He started kissing my shoulder and moved up to my neck, sucking and kissing as he went. "Aaron can’t give you what I can," He hissed, spinning me around. His lips were attached to mine fast, and everything was completely forgotten.

Zayn

"(Y/N)! Did you hear," Amy beamed slamming on my desk. "Amy what the hell-" "You got the promotion!" After Amy gave the news, I was congratulated by many of my co-workers. My spirits were high and I couldn’t wait to start my duties as the editor in chief. When everyone left, I ran into Zayn’s office, and told him the news. "I knew you could do it!" I kissed every inch of Zayn’s face as he spun me around chuckling, my legs attached to his waist. Then everything stopped, and I understood completely. I let go of him, and he looked at me with fear. "Y-You…you gave me the promotion because we’re together didn’t you?" "(Y/N)-" "Didn’t you?!" I could tell by the look on his face that my accusation was true, and I grabbed my bag and left. But not before I spoke my mind. "Just because I am your girlfriend Zayn, doesn’t mean you can just give me what I want! I am still an employee of this firm, and I will not get special treatment just because you and I have something…or had something.”