One Direction Preferences Part 2

He's a nerd

He’s a nerd

Harry- You watched as he finished the book in complete consentration. You caught yourself staring at looked around to make sure no one in your English class saw you. When you look back at him, he’s already looking at you. You can feel the blush creep into your cheeks and look back down at your book. Just as you finish the bell rings for the end of school. You gathered your things fast, embarrassed that you’ve been caught looking by the person you were looking at. “Y/N.” You turn at your name and see him running after you. You sigh and hold back the blush as hard as you can. “Why were you looking at me? Was there something on my face? Has it been there all day?” He asks frantically. “No no, Harry, you’re face is fine.” Your eyes widen at what you’ve just said. “Phew! I don’t need something else for them to make fun of me.” He nodded his head in the direction of the popular people and bullies walking out of class. You laugh slightly and notice the paper in his hands is the test from math period. He’s gotten an A. “You got an A?” You ask. He blushes a little and nods. “Yeah. What about you?” You look to the floor. “D.” You mumble. His ears perk up at the possibility of a study date. “I could tutor you if you want. You don’t even have to pay me like the big bad bullies do.” He whispered the last part, succeeding in making you laugh. “I’d like that. Saturday, 6 o’clock.” He nods confirming. “It’s a date.” You say, walkin away. You’ve finally scored a date with him!

Louis- “Yo Tomlinson!” You hear the jock shout, making your locker neighbor Louis Tomlinson jump and drop his books. You see Louis scurry to pick up the books and close his locker before the jock came to him. “Nice to see you dork. How ya been?” He asked Louis, who was still crouched to pick up all of his stuff. “It’s how have you been.” He corrects, pretending to not see him. He puts the rest in the back of his locker and takes the one he needs. “Excuse me? What was that? Somethin come outta dat dweebish mouth?” Louis rolls his eyes. “Correction, Did something come out of that mouth. Dweebish is not a word.” Louis smirks and the jock knocked the books out of his hands then walked away. You rush over to help him pick up his books again. “I’m sorry, I should’ve stuck up to him.” You say, handing him the books and papers you grabbed. “Na don’t worry about it. It would’ve been something more to be teased about. I used to be with them, until my grades got up and my mom thought I should hang out with other people. And then I got in all advanced classes, got glasses, and now I’m only relying on my incredibly funny wit to get me along.” He says, running his hands through his hair. You smile and sigh. “You know, if you ever need to make someone laugh, call me. I won’t knock the books out of your hands, I promise.” You say, and write his number on his hand. He smiles bigger than you’ve seen him do all year. ”Will do.” He says, memorizing the number on his hand immediately.

Liam- “Y/N?” You turn at the sound of your name and see Liam walking towards you. “Hey Liam. Whats up?” He stops in front of you and takes a deep breath. “I was just wondering what you were doing Friday night?” He asks, making your heart race. “Well, as far as I know, I’m free. You should know that, being a fellow member of the chess team, mathletes, and science club people aren’t exactly lining up to take me out.” You chuckle. Liam rolled his eyes. “Which should be a crime. But anyway I was wondering if after chess practice you would want to come over to work on the history project? I was thinking we could partner up on it.” He suggested. Your heart dropped a little, disappointed that you were only asked to be partners on a project. As always. “Sure, why not?” You sigh. He smiles big and blushes. “Thanks. I’ll give you a ride after to my house and then I can take you home.” You nod and he walks away. That’s it. You’ve had it. You’re gonna kiss him Friday night. Whether you are a chicken or not, and whether he kisses back or not. You’re a girl, not a homework machine. Besides, his lips have been taunting you since school started.

Niall- “Niall?” You say, stopping your cart in front of his. He looks your way and blushes furiously. “Hey, Y/N.” He mumbles. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you since high school! How’s Harvard?” You ask. He nods. “Good. Good. How’s your college?” You laugh and nod also. “Great. How are you? You look great. You died your hair. Grown a little.” He nods, looking like he’s in pain. You sigh and your friendly smile disappears. “Look, I never liked what those kids did to you. You’re a really nice person. I always looked forward to science and being your lab partner. I miss you making me laugh if I’m honest. I’d like to catch up if you don’t mind.” You pulled out a pen from your purse and wrote your number on an old receipt. His face is blank for a second as he stares at your extended hand and the filmy paper. His eyes meet yours and his face lights up with a giant smile. “I’d love to.” He takes the paper from you, “I’ll call you.”

Zayn- Getting lost in yet another exhibit, you promise yourself that you will visit the paintings of your favorite artist then leave for dinner. You walk across the museum to find the paintings when a familiar face catches your eye. “Zayn?” You call quietly across the silent room. He turns around and sees you, making his eyes widen. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You walk over to him with a smile. “Well, I was just walking to see all of the famous paintings. What about you?” You ask. He smiles. “The exact same. Here, let me walk you there.” He sticks out his elbow and you graciously take it. Zayn’s always been the art geek, sitting quietly in the back of the class room sketching something. They’ve all been nothing short of amazing. Being in school, around friends, you’ve always thought he hated everyone. But now, seeing him outside of school, and seeing his face light up the way it is now that you’ve arrived to the art exhibit, he doesn’t hate everyone. His smile’s very attractive, his brown eyes so beautiful, and the way he’s spitting out fact after fact about each painting and it’s artist, his attractiveness doesn’t have to be pushed away. Cutting him off from his current story about Van Gough, you lean forward and connect your lips. You break your promise to yourself, staying much later than you expected to, but it’s so worth it.