One Direction Preferences Part 2

he finds out you wear glasses

he finds out you wear glasses

Liam: “What’re you getting, babe?” your boyfriend asked happily from across the table. You squinted again at the menu, the words still not coming into focus. “Uhmm maybe a pizza?” Liam’s look changed to one of question. “Babe, they don’t have pizza here…” You rose your eyes to look at him. “Oh, uh, yeah. I knew that,” you laughed, eyebrows furrowing as you squinted to read the menu again. “Can you not read that?” he pieced together slowly. “Of course I can read it, Liam!” you growled. He snatched it from your hands, holding up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “I’m not playing this game,” you huffed. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he repeated, a bit more stern. You bit your bottom lip. “Uhm…three?” He sighed, putting his hand back down. “(Y/N), do you need glasses?” You shook your head and avoided his eyes. “I already have some.” “Then why aren’t you wearing them?” “I didn’t want you to think I was dorky,” you admitted bashfully. Liam took your hand from across the table, giving you what you assumed to be a smile. “I’d never think you were dorky, glasses or not. Now how about I read off the menu for you, yeah?”

Zayn: “And I’ll bring over the chicken soup Harry made, and Liam said to bring you over a movie and—” “Slow down, Zayn,” you mumbled, still unable to breathe through your nose. Pressing your palm to your forehead, you could feel the heat radiating off of your skin. “I’ve just got a cold. I don’t need you going to the ends of the earth.” He agreed to tone it down a bit, continuing on about what his mother said you needed to do to feel better. You tuned him out, eyes focusing on the soap opera muted on your television. A minute later, you hung up, snuggling back down into your comforter and falling asleep. After a short nap, you were shaken awake, your eyes peeling open to see Zayn staring at your curiously. You sat up, about to rub your eyes when your hand came in contact with glass—your glasses were still on. Zayn had seen them. “Since when do you wear glasses, (Y/N)?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. You felt a deep blush coming over your cheeks. “Since I was about seven…” “Why didn’t you tell me?” he chuckled, taking a seat next to you on the bed, running his fingers through your hair. You sighed, your eyes dropping to your hands. “I used to get made fun of because of them when I was younger,” you admitted to him. “I would never make fun of you, gorgeous,” he smiled, pulling you into his arms. “I think they make you look even smarter, and you know how much I love an intelligent girl.”

Louis: “Babe, the phone’s ringing!” Louis told you, peeking his head into the bathroom. “Answer it please! I’m almost done!” you shouted over the water. You heard the ringing stop and his greeting to the person on the other end of the phone as he exited the room. A minute or two later, you turned the water off, pulling a towel around your body and stepping back into the room. Louis still had the phone pressed to his ear, brows furrowed as he stared down at the floor, nodding at whatever the person on the other end was saying. “No…yeah I’ll tell her. Thanks.” Louis pulled the phone away, hanging up and turning and staring at you. “Dr. George’s office just called. Your new glasses are ready.” His words were slow, as if he were processing them. You licked your lips, pulling the towel tighter around your body. “How long have you been wearing glasses?” Your eyes dropped to your bare feet, flexing and pointing your toes. “A while…” you answered, letting your voice drift off. “Why haven’t you ever told me?” he exclaimed. You shrugged. “Can I see your glasses, babe?” he smirked. You shook your head profusely, intent on standing your ground. “Please?” he begged, staring up at you like a five-year-old. Groaning, you trudged over to your dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling them out, slipping them onto your face and turning to face him, crossing your arms. “Happy?” He got up from his spot, wrapping his arms around your waist and grinning down at you. “You look adorable. How ‘bout we swing by my flat on the way there and I’ll get my glasses and we can match today?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips. “I’d like that,” you whispered.

Niall: “Shit,” you said through clenched teeth as you watched your last pair of contacts slip out of your hands and wash down the drain. Glancing out of the bathroom at where your clock usually was, the numbers were fuzzy and unreadable. Niall would be there any moment, and you had yet to tell him about your dorky glasses. And then the blurry figure you hadn’t wanted to see was looming in the doorway, watching you curiously. “Everything alright?” Niall asked. You nodded, stumbling out and towards your nightstand, where your glasses were stored safely away in the bottom drawer. With your back to him, you pushed them up the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath and seeing his face clearer. He cocked his head to the side, eyeing you. “You wear glasses?” You nodded, running a hand along your forearm. “I know,” you told him, huffing, “they’re really nerdy.” Niall took a step towards you, placing his hands on your shoulder. “Far from it,” he winked. 

Harry: “(Y/N)! I’m here!” you heard bellowed from the entry way of your house. You cursed under your breath, scrambling to get out of bed. As you rushed to your feet, you realized you still had your glasses on. Harry had yet to see them, and you were planning on keeping it that way—for as long as you could. In your hurry to look presentable, you knocked your toe on the edge of your dresser, resulting in a shooting pain traveling up your right leg. That began another long string of curse words as you bent over, gripping onto your pinkie toe. “Babe?” You snapped up, knowing Harry was standing in the doorway, watching you. Ripping the glasses off of your face, you whipped towards him, holding them behind your back. “Hey. Harry. What’re you doing here so soon?” “What are you talking about?” he asked slowly. “I’m here on time.” His eyes flickered to where your hands were behind your back. “What are you hiding?” “Hiding? I’m not hiding anything?” you answered quickly. He crossed the room in about 3 large steps, reaching behind your frozen figure and pried the glasses from your grip. “Babe! Why didn’t you tell me you wore glasses!” he smiled, letting his lips land on your forehead.