One Direction Preferences

14- He gets jealous (2)

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This is a different one from the first he gets jealous.

Harry: You smiled, squeezing Harry’s big hand with your smaller while standing on a waiting line. You had picked out some groceries for your lazy night, trying to rush home without getting noticed. “This takes like forever,” Harry groaned, brown curls brushing your cheek when he leaned to hug you sloppily, making you smile. His hair was still a bit damp after the heavy rain outside, but his skin was warm and comforting, feeling like home. “Hmm,” you hummed happily, enjoying the feeling of him besides you. He had been touring so long that every touch he gave you, made your knees buckle. His long fingers traced your side when he hugged you a bit, groaning. “If you’re in a hurry, you and miss beautiful there, can queue jump me,” an extremely attractive man in front of you said, turning around to face you. He gave you a stunning smile, making you raise your eyebrows. There was something slimy about him, something that made you almost feel disguised. Harry had clearly not noticed your frown when his grip tightened, lips brushing your temple when he stared at the man with his piercing green eyes, “No thank you, mate.” His voice was harsh and cold, making you roll your eyes; did he truly believe that you would swoon over that slug? “Yeah, we’re fine,” you piped happily, giving Harry a smooth kiss to his pink lips, squeezing his hand. Harry gave you a gentle smile, studying your eyes when you looked at him. “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be here for you, my lovely lady,” the man said smirking, making you almost gag. “Oh there’s not going to be need,” Harry said with serious tone, hugging you even closer, “There’s an open cash register, kitten, let’s go.” Harry dragged you away with stormy look. His eyes were squinted when he gripped your hand tightly, every muscle tensed. His lips were pressed together while he paid your groceries, almost running to your car. “Harry?” you asked, looking at him almost amused, but finding his jealousy an turn on, “you can’t seriously think I was attracted to that guy.” He nodded darkly head down, slamming the car door close before taking your face to his big hands. His eyes were serious and full of lust when he kissed you passionately, like never before. “I know but I still can’t stop worrying. You’re mine. Only mine, kitten,” he murmured huskily against your lips, hot breath lingering over your lips. “I’m yours Harry, I promise. Forever and ever. Only yours.”

Liam: You smiled, bringing another spoonful of soup to Andy’s lips. He was lying on his bed eyes closed when he wined, burning up with fever. Liam was working and Andy’s girlfriend out of town, so you had promised to take care of him. “Open up, c’mon Andy, you have to eat,” you cooed, trying to get his mouth open with the spoon you were holding. He looked extremely small wrapped up to the covers, big persona crushed between the sheets. “Hey,” Liam’s voice called silently on the doorway, making you turn around. His eyebrows were knitted together, brown eyes scanning you when his lips were curved to a smile. “Hi love,” you whispered back, patting the spot on the bed next to you. You were sitting next to Andy’s cuddled figure, making Liam frown a little. “What’s wrong?” you asked, seeing how his tattooed arms tensed a bit when he avoided your eyes.  He sat next to you, reaching to kiss your neck before you swatted him away, not wanting him to get sick like Andy. Liam shrugged, making you groan before trying to push the spoon to Andy’s mouth. “C’mon Andy, please,” you cooed, making the feverish man shake his sweaty head. Liam looked at you, seeing how your hair fell down to your face when you tried to get Andy to eat. In his eyes you looked magical, like the most beautiful creature on the planet, and he didn’t want to lose you. “He’s not gonna eat that Y/N,” he blurted out, sounding so annoyed, you almost dropped the spoon. Liam’s eyes were hurt when he stood up, fingers scratching his arrow tattoos before he shook his brown haired head, leaving the room. You sighed, putting the soup plate to the table next to Andy’s bed, before walking after your boyfriend to Andy’s large living room. He was sitting on the couch, head on his hands while he breathed slowly, making your heart broke. His knees were shaking when he breathed slowly. He looked beaten every time his smile turned in to a sad frown. “You okay?” you whispered silently, making him jump a bit before lifting his eyes to look at you. They were soft and apologizing, making you smile gently. “Yeah,” he nodded, running his hand over his brown hair, smiling when you sat to his lap. He cuddled you close, inhaling your scent when he brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing your skin, making you shiver. “It’s silly…I kind of got jealous,” he confessed with shy smile, making you shake your head while you brought your lips to his. “I know, but you must know that you’re absolutely nuts. I love you so much Liam, and you have no reason to be jealous,” you smiled, making him chuckle when you brought your lips touched, making his lips curve up, “I’m sorry, I love you too baby girl, so so much.”