One Direction Preferences

9) He gets jealous

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Liam: You were dancing on the dancefloor of a club, your short back dress tight against your sweaty skin. You ran your hand through your oily hair, pulling it over one shoulder. You felt a pair of lips on the now-bare side of your neck and you instantly thought it was Liam, who had just left for the bathroom. You giggled and spun around, until you were met with eyes you didn’t recognise.

"Hey, you looked so beautiful and, god, I don’t know why I did that. I feel stupid now. Uh…" The man looked at least twenty-five, with floppy-straight brown hair and ice-blue eyes. He was clean cut, clean shaven, the type of guy you would have been attracted to before Liam, but now Liam’s scruffy face and tiny flaws were all you ever found hot, or cute, or sexy.

"Oh, I have a boyfriend." You tried to stay polite.

"Oh, it’s no problem." He laughed lightly, "I’m Ben."

"(Y/N)." You smiled at him.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He offered and you smiled, glad to get a break from dancing. Besides, Liam was never the type to get very jealous. He probably wouldn’t mind. You nodded. He lead you to the bar, his hand on your wrist. Not to try and make a move on you, but to make sure you didn’t get lost. You sat on a bar stool and, before he could sit next to you, he was forced to the ground by a punch that looked positively lethal. You looked up, it was Liam.

"What the fuck was that?!" You screamed.

"I saw how he was looking at you, don’t you dare tell me he was ‘just being friendly, (Y/N), I know a horny guy when I see one." He spat, "and holding your hand like what, you guys were going to hook up?"

"Li… nothing was going to happen. He was just buying me a drink, while I waited for you. Oh god, Li." You were trembling with fear. Liam had never yelled at you before, and you were shaken from seeing Ben get hurt like that. You started to tear up and hugged him close, wrapping your arms around his waist, "You scared me, Li, I thought you hated me."

"Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I only did it because… because I care." He mumbled, "Let’s get out of here." He glanced down at Ben, who was regaining consciousness. He took your hand and squeezed it tight, in a way only a boyfriend could. You pressed close to his side and left the noisy club, feeling Liam’s muscles relax.

Niall: You were typing on your computer at work, the words meaning nothing as you counted down the hours till you got home, back to Niall. Sleep tugged at your eyes and your head was hurting with the fatigue. One more report, one more email, and you could leave.

It was only you and your friend, Steve, still at work. Steve was in the desk behind you. He wheeled his chair over next to you and leaned back on your table, smirking. Steve was nice and all, but had an arrogant air about him that you didn’t like.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Steve was grinning, "You wanna come over tonight?"

"Oh, I’m good. I was actually going out with my boyf-" You started to explain, not taking your eyes off your computer.

"Right. He’s in that pussy boy band, right?" He chuckled as if it was an inside joke, but it wasn’t. He just thought he was being funny.

"He’s in One Direction, yes." You snapped, tossing your hair, "Point?"

"Nothing, you could just do better." Steve ran his hands through his hair, trying to look cool. You tried to stifle a laugh, but it came out as a scoff and a snort. Steve glared at you. You glanced over his shoulder and saw Niall standing in the hallway, looking really hurt, his eyes sad and his shoulders slumped, a small rose pressed in between his fingers. You saved your now-finished report, sent your drafted email to your boss and flew out of your chair, mumbling a goodbye to Steve. You ran to Niall and threw yourself into his arms, hugging him close. When you couldn’t feel him hug back, you let go and looked into his eyes.