One Direction Preferences Part 2

You have a bad day

You have a bad day

Harry:  Sighing, you stepped into your and Harry’s flat and dropped your keys on the table. You cussed for no reason and took your coat off, resting on the dining room chair. “I’m home,” You yelled, monotone. Harry appeared in the kitchen with a smile on his face. “Hi, babygirl,” He coo’s, stepping close to you and putting his hands around your waist. “Hi,” You whisper, snuggling your face into his chest. “Something wrong?” He asks, softly. “Bad day, you know,” You reply. “Awww,” He says, lifting your face up and facing your eyes to him. “Love you,” He says cheekily, pressing his lips to yours. “How can I make it better? Oh, I have an idea!” He says, picking your coat up off the ground and slipping it on your shoulders. “Get on my back,” He tells you. You hop onto his back and he walks out the door. You giggle, instantly feeling a lot better. You knew where you were going too- the ice cream place, your favorite, right at the end of the street. The two of you would go in through the backdoor as you were tight with the manager, and it was easier to avoid fans. You got your ice cream and went back to your flat, sitting on the couch and talking about everything. By the time you fell asleep cuddled in his arms, you felt as if you could never be upset again. 

Louis: As you arrived at the studio, you walked in dramatically and slammed the door a little bit louder then necessary. One Direction stopped they’re song, and all of them starred at you. “Well, this is embarrassing,” You said, letting your breath out. Louis started giggling and walked up to you, taking his head phones off and walked out of the booth. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Well, my stupid fucking boss- let me tell you something about the piece of shit,” You said, pacing back and forth and having a mini freak out. “He told me I wasn’t working hard enough today! I work my ass off and that stupid ungrateful dick just acts like its nothing. I just want to kill him! AHHH!” You practically yell, throwing your hands up in frustration.  At this point, everyone in the studio is starring at you like a crazy person. No of them had seen this side of you before. The boys however, found this amusing. “Hey, Y/N,” Louis says, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Shhhhh, my management is going to think your crazy,” He says quietly, attempting to make you giggle. It at least makes you smile. “And guess what- he’s a douche. And it doesn’t matter right now, because you still have the job. And if you get fired…you still have me, and I’m awesome, so who wouldn’t me?” He says into your ear. That made you giggle and you hugged him super tightly, already feeling loads better. “I love you Lou,” You tell him, grinning. “Love you too babe,” He says, patting the small of your back. 

Niall: Niall stood against your car, waiting outside it after school. You ran up to him and he picked you up, spinning you around. You started crying, finally losing it after your terrible day at school. “Awww, love, what’s wrong?” He questions, confused. “I just, I just, they won’t believe me!” You say into the crook of his neck, hot tears falling down your cheeks. “Hey, you know what, fuck them! They don’t need to believe you about anything. Hell, do you want me to go back in there and tell them shower of cunts off?” He asks, rubbing your back. You laughed a little bit- that was so something Niall would say. “No, it’s ok, but I just don’t know what to do,” You reply, calming down. “Don’t do anything. Here, how about I tweet it, would that make you feel better?” He asked. “I don’t care Niall, can we just go home?” You ask, wanting to leave the hell hole anyway. “No, we can’t,” He replies. “Uhm?” “We’re going to get food first, obviously,” He says, rolling his eyes and making a funny face with his arms still around you. “I need my food, girl,” He says, starting to tickle you and causing you to giggle. “Oh, you’re ticklish?” The irish boy asks. “Ahhh!” You yell, his fingers attacking you in all the right places. You’re out of breath. “Stop, Nialler, stop!” You yell. Finally he stops, giggling himself. “I fucking love you,” You tell him. He responds by kissing your nose. 

Zayn: You got back to your home, sighing as you kicked your shoes off. It just wasn’t your day today. You had a date with Zayn tonight, but you texted him saying you weren’t feeling well. As you jumped into his sweatpants and his t-shirt, you laid on your couch, turning some Spongebob on to help make you laugh. Suddenly, your doorbell rang, causing you to sigh and wonder who the hell could be bothering you right now. As you open it, you see a very attractive Zayn, wearing similar clothing to yours, and holding a bag of food in one hand, and in his other keys and a few movies. You smile and feel better already. “Hi boo,” He says, putting the stuff on your counter then pulling you in for a hug. “Hi Zayn,” You say, kissing his cheek. “You know me way to well!” You say. “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal,” He says, shrugging. You giggle and grab the food and movies. “C’mon!” You walk to your living room, him shortly behind. “Ok, what movies did you get?” “Dear John, Titanic, The Notebook, Finding Nemo, Beauty and The Beast because I know it’s your favorite, and a few others,” He says. You squeal in happiness and quickly choose Beauty and The Beast. You put it in then sit down, snuggling into Zayn and munching on the snacks he brought you. He hums every song in your ear and rubs shapes on your waist lovingly as you guys watch most of the movies that your obviously best boyfriend in the entire would brought for you. 

Liam: You had been sitting at home most of the day, waiting for Liam. You began to read hate, and all of sudden you just couldn’t stop yourself. You looked into the mirror as you read the things people wrote about you. By the time Liam got home, your self confidence was at pretty much the lowest point you could think possible. “Hi babe!” Liam says excitedly, his puppy dog eyes starring at you, his lips forming a smile, and his arms wrapping around your waist. “Hi,” You mumble, afraid to make eye contact. He looks and sees your open laptop, then sees Twitter. You were under your name, and he sees the Tweets that you had just been looking out. “Y/N, love,” He sighs. You pull our of his grip and cross your arms over your chest. “I know, I know,” You say, tears threatening to spill over the brims of your eyes. He quickly shuts the laptop, then you takes you into his arms, cuddling you, and sitting down on the couch. “You listen to me right now missy. You are beautiful and perfect for me. No matter what anyone says. Those people are just jealous of you and don’t ever let it get to you. You’re to amazing for that. I love everything about you and no matter what those people say, I always will. Love, seriously, don’t listen to them. Do you understand?” He asks, looking into your eyes. You nod and feel a lot better. The tears start to dry and Liam holds you tight. “You’re too beautiful, amazing, and sweet for this, ok? I love you,” He says, rubbing circles on your back. You smile and look up at him, kissing his cheek and feeling a whole lot better. “You wanna go bowling with the guys now?” He asks. You smile and hold your boyfriend. “That sounds like a lot of fun!”