One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

BSM You say you hate him Part 2

Niall: You had to pee, there was no way you could stay in your room a minute longer. But had been hours since you told Niall you hated him and he had probably gone over to Greg’s now. You slowly opened your bedroom door and started to walk quietly down the hallway when you heard soft voices coming from the living room. “Well I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” your dad’s voice said softly; when had your dad gotten here? “Naw dad ya didn’t see her face,” Niall’s voice was cracked. “She meant it. And I get it. What kind of brother forgets his little sisters birthday?” “Normal, busy brother’s Niall,” your dad sighed. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel sorry but she has no good reason to hate you, you’re a very busy young man.” “I tried to talk to him Bob,” Maura sighed. “But he’s been crying for hours, just wont take sense.” You instantly felt bad; Niall was an extremely busy guy. You shouldn’t have said you hated him. You slowly walked into the living room and everyone looked up at you, Niall standing up, “(Y/N) you were right, you should hate me. I messed up-“ “I couldn’t ever hate you Niall,” you said softly. His face brightened, “For reals?” You smiled, “For reals, but you owe me.” He fist pumped the air and ran over, grabbing you in a hug, “We’re going out tonight, just you and me!”

Zayn: When someone knocked on your door, you figured it was Waliyha but you didn’t want to see anyone, “Please go away W, I don’t really wanna talk.” “It’s Z,” Zayn said gently from behind the door. “Okay then I really don’t wanna talk,” you growled. He opened the door anyways and you rolled your eyes, trying to look like you hadn’t been crying, “I told you I didn’t want to talk.” “But I did, and I’m pretty sick of the girls in my life not talking to me at the moment so you’re going to listen up,” Zayn sighed. “I shouldn’t have said any of that, I know your boyfriend can get out of hand and it’s my job as a brother to protect you from that not to tell you you should be treating him better. Because you shouldn’t be, he’s being ridiculous and he doesn’t deserve you.” You shrugged, not sure what to say and he continued, “Basically I’m sorry, I was telling you to say what I thought Perrie should be saying to me and in both cases I’m wrong. I’m going to go call her but first I wanted to make sure you knew I loved you and even if you hate me, I couldn’t hate you.” You smiled and opened your arms, “I don’t hate you Z.” He smiled, relived and leaned forward to hug you, “After I make up with Perr do you want to watch a movie?” “Sure.”

Harry: Harry was running around backstage the second the show ended, shouting your name seeing as no one could find you. After a half hour, Ashton finally called him saying, “She’s been in our bus the whole time but she wouldn’t let us tell you. She doesn’t want to see you.” Harry hung up on him angrily and sprinted to their bus, practically knocking down their door. You were cuddled up on the couch with Michael, crying softly while all the boys tried to cheer you up. Harry’s face broke and his lip wobbled as he made his way over to you and crouched in front of you, “Do you really hate me?” You sighed but shook your head, “No I’m just really angry.” “The girls all get that you were nervous,” Harry pouted. “Doesn’t take back how awfully I sang,” you bit your lip. “What would you say if I told you I had recorded you singing the other day and wanted to put it on youtube so that everyone could see you were only nervous,” Harry asked quickly. “I’d say that I don’t sing that well anyways.” “But you’re wrong, even Simon said it was brilliant. Please (Y/N), I want everyone to know how amazing you are, they’ll forget all about today,” Harry pleaded. “I’ve messed up on stage too but you need to keep your head up and keep going.”

Louis: The front door slammed and you heard Louis shout, “(Y/N) TOMLINSON.” You were the only two home so you were sure ready to have a screaming match with him, “GO AWAY LEWIS.” You pronounced the S just to annoy him and heard him stomp up the stairs, he had gotten used to Louis. “What the heck is wrong with you? Do you know how dangerous it was for you to walk home? Alone? In the dark? And with an injured ankle?” he shouted at you, opening your door. “Oh so you knew my ankle was injured?” you raised an eyebrow. “Course I knew,” he narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying? I saw you fumble and trip, I was right there?” “Why were you screaming at me the whole game then huh?” you screamed. “I couldn’t play right obviously!” “I was trying to motivate you!” “It was embarrassing!” you suddenly burst into tears. Louis’ face showed obvious guilt and he jumped forward, catching you in his arms, “I’m sorry babe, it’s just, I got mad at myself with the last game I played. I thought I gave up too easily and I didn’t want you to do the same.” You nodded, feeling bad for all the hate he went through with his last game, “I know Louis.” “I’m so sorry babe,” Louis shook his head. “You were really good though, even with an angry brother shouting and a messed up ankle.” You giggled and he tickled your stomach, “Still hate me?” You shook your head and he smiled, kissing your forehead, “Let’s go ice your ankle, c’mon love.”
Liam: Liam had to have called you back about twenty times but you ignored all of them, planning on ignoring him for the rest of the day. But only about an hour after you call, you were surprised to hear a knock on your bedroom door and for Liam to walk in carrying to milkshakes and Nandos take out bags. “I forgot didn’t I?” You nodded and he sighed, setting down the food and sitting at your desk chair. “Do you still hate me?” “Depends, what time are you leaving for Sophia?” “I’m not,” he smiled. “I cancelled everything tonight so we can have our day. Like I promised.” You bit your lip and smiled, happy he had remembered without you having to say it and cancelled everything. “Hate me?” “Far from it,” you grinned, jumping onto his lap and hugging him tightly.