One Direction Preferences Part 2

You Meet at a Signing

You Meet at a Signing

Harry: You had been, admittedly, unremarkable. Your hair and eyes and you altogether had blended in with the the rest of the girls in the line, wearing a huge smile and a One Direction tee shirt. What had set you apart were the brilliantly decorated envelopes you had given them as each of them signed your poster, each one emblazoned with swirls and doodles and flourishes in different colors for different boys, and you handed them off with a brilliant smile and grateful “Thank you.” When you came to Harry at the end of the line, your smile became a little bit more bashful, your rosy cheek blushing just a bit more. You handed him a bright red envelope, just a little bit thicker than the other ones, and he grabbed your hand and made you look at him. “Thank you,” he said, looking directly into your eyes while kissing your hand. You blushed and bowed your head in embarrassment, managing a shy smile at him before you had to leave. He watched you go with a smile on his face before opening the envelope and taking out the drawing you put in there, along with the slip of paper with your number you had brazenly included. 

Liam: “Y/N, for the love of One Direction, STOP JUMPING,” you friend exclaimed, putting hands on your shoulders, futilely thing to calm you down. “But I’m so excited!!!” you said, flailing your hands in front of you. You and your close friend were at a signing before the One Direction concert in your hometown, you would not. Contain. Your. Excitement. Other girls around you were excited, but you drew eyes to yourself simply because you were LITERALLY jumping up and down with excitement. Unbeknownst to you, even the boys’ eyes were drawn to you and your high pitched giggles, joining you in your laughter as you clumsily almost tripped over your own feet. As the line got shorter, the security guard came towards you to cut off the line…right behind you. You sighed and smiled in relief as you stood in front of the guard, until you heard a little sniffle behind him. You looked around to see a little girl and her mother behind the guard, just cut off. Your eyes shot back and forth between the stern-faced guard and the little girl, finally shooting a painful glance at Liam, who you had been so excited to see, before offering the little girl your spot. She giggled and hugged you around your waist while your friend, the security guard, who was secretly a softie, and Liam smiled at you. He whispered to the guard behind him to stop you from leaving and to bring you backstage after the concert. Your good samaritan act had not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. 

Louis: “For the love of god, Y/N, control yourself,” your mother groaned, glaring as you brought attention to yourself by jumping up and down in line. She pushed down on your shoulder, making you stop, and you glared at her lightly before tapping your foot, your energy and nerves needing SOME sort of physical outlet. The girls around you laughed, either with you or at you, you didn’t know. Your mother noticed and glared at you some more, but you reused to acknowledge the haters and only smiled cheekily at your party-pooper mother while you skipped as the line moved up. Finally, you came to the table, and your joy was evident in your smile and gait, you practically dancing from one boy to the next. “That’s a lot of energy you have there,” Louis commenting, laughing. You laughed with him, giggling as your mom’s glower got even worse. “You don’t mind when girls laugh at you or people tell you to stop?” he asked, signing your CD. “Absolutely not!” you said, cheerily. “Some people can hate, but this is who I am. I like to think this is what makes me special. It made you notice me, didn’t it?” you grinned. He grinned back while handing you back your CD. “Yes, yes it did.” You skipped away, your mother trudging behind you, and it wasn’t until you were outside the store that you saw numbers on your CD, something that showed you exactly how special he thought you were. He could hear your scream from inside and chuckled, finding your unique energy charming.

Niall: “Hey, no pushing,” the guard said, glaring at the two girls behind you. You fidgeted, backing away from them and towards your best friend. “We’ve stepping into hell, haven’t we?” you asked. Your best friend looked up at you, as she was much smaller than you, and mock glared at you. “You wanted to be at this signing just as much as I did, Y/N!” she said accusingly. “I want to meet them, not get slapped by fangirls,” you replied, as you turned to your side, blocking her from the other girls. “You don’t need to protect me, y’know,” she said, poking your side, making you pat her head and grin at her. “Yeah, but you’re so tiny. And until you get one of the boys to fall in love with you, I’m your bodyguard,” you teased. You smiled as she grinned at you, turning towards the table that got closer and closer. You were about to move up, when the girls behind you pushed you again, making you almost tumble over your friend. “Hurry up, bitches!” you heard them say. But you ignored them, gently ushering your friend forward as she looked at you worriedly. You were about to shake your head for her not to worry until a hand pulled at your hair. “I’m talking to you, ho! You and your retard friend! If you’re gonna be fucking slow, then get out the line!” she said, pulling your hair even harder. You blazed, grabbing her wrist and pushing her away. “Do NOT touch me, and don’t you DARE call my friend a bitch or retard. Back the fuck off!” you yelled, before one of the girl’s friends pushed you down from behind. You were about to get up and fight back when someone grabbed your shoulder and helped you up. “Hey, hey, hey, that’s not nice, girls! I think you owe this girl an apology!” Niall said, pulling you and your best friend out the line. The girls blushed and ran out with apologizing while Niall turned to you two. “I’m sorry about them. Why don’t you rest in the back and we’ll come check on you later? That landing looked like it hurt,” he said, flashing you a large smile, pulling you backstage by your hand.

Zayn: “C’mon, Y/N, didn’t you want to meet Zayn? You cants stand behind us the whole time!” you friend said, grabbing you in front of her by the arm. You had agreed to go to a concert and signing with your friends, only because you so wanted to see the boys. You didn’t think they would dress you or do your make up or actually make you TALK. You hunched your shoulders in, wishing you could hide your midriff with bare willpower. You closed your eyes and looked down. Nope. It as still bare. You were still wearing the thin One Direction half shirt that your friends made you wear in exchange for paying for your ticket. As you got closer to the table, your best friend pushed you into it, you almost tripping in front of Zayn. You stood in front of him silent as you pulled down your shirt and handed him your CD. He laughed, commenting “You seem like the quite the shy one, don’t you?” he asked. You nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I don’t usually wear stuff like this…” you mumbled, blushing as you looked at him and quickly looked away. He smiled at you, signing your CD and handing it back to you. “Well, you’re the cutest “shy girl” I’ve ever seen. And I sure get that feeling. So any time that you’re feeling a bit less shy, you can talk to me.” He said, slipping your his number with a smile.