One Direction Preferences Part 2

You Act Like You Hate Each Other But Secretly Love Each Other

You Act Like You Hate Each Other But Secretly Love Each Other

Louis: You are walking down the hallway, when someone comes running towards you and knocks all of your books out of your arms. He giggles and runs away to his class. You glare at his direction before reaching down to pick up your books. You have every single class with Louis, so you aren’t really looking forward to the rest of the day. You hear the late bell. “Shit,” you cuss under your breath before hurrying off to your lessons. “Miss [y/l/n], why are we late this morning?” you teacher asks you. “I’m sorry, but—” you are cut off before you can finish. “Detention,” your teacher says sternly. You give Louis an angry glance before taking your seat, which he returns the gesture by giving you a smug look. You try to listen to your teacher drone off about perpetual motion, but you cannot help but stare out the window every once in a while. “Mr. Tomlinson!” the teacher snaps at Louis, and you avert your attention to the other side of the classroom where Louis is sitting. “This is the third time this week I’ve caught you sleeping in my class! Detention!” You smile to yourself, but then the smile vanishes at the thought of being in the same classroom as Louis for another extra hour. You shudder at the thought a little and the bell rings. The rest of the day just flies by, and it seems as if Louis has been avoiding you because he should have pulled on your hair or threw paper airplanes at your way, but none of that happened. You sigh before going to the detention room in the basement when the last bell of dismissal rings. When you get there, you see Louis sitting on his chair in the front of the room with his head buried in his crossed arms on the desk. You take a seat in the back corner and you pull out a book. “Ooh, is that Fifty Shades of Grey I see? Is someone addicted to porn?” you hear from the front of the room, said by the person you hate so much. The truth was, you were only reading it because you wanted to know what got people so hyped about it. You just ignore him and return to the book. Suddenly, he grabs the book out of your hands. “Hey! Give it back!” you say as you get up and try to reach it, but you can’t because he raises it high above you. “…It slips down my throat, all seawater, salt, the sharp tang of citrus, and fleshiness…” he reads aloud before falling into a fit of laughter. He stops laughing and everything is still, he just stares into your eyes. “You have pretty eyes,” he blurts out. You blush. “I’ll give this book back on our date,” he says with a cheeky wink when he sees your rosy cheeks.

Liam: Your dad has recently taken a job as the boys’ interim manager while Simon is on holiday. You were excited at first, because your dad let you meet them. Your room is covered in posters of One Direction and all of the merch is cluttered all over your room. However, when you met them for the first time last Tuesday, you were surprised by Liam, your favorite. He wouldn’t speak to you, let alone say a simple hello. You weren’t expecting the cold shoulder. It was like this every time you met the boys. “What am I doing wrong?” you ask yourself in front of the mirror one morning. You leave the house and head off to the dinner the boys invited you to. When you get there, you see Liam sitting alone. “Hello Liam,” you say pleasantly. He doesn’t even give you a glance and continues to look down at the menu. You awkwardly take the seat across from him, and you see him stiffen a bit. After a few more minutes of an awkward silence, you hear the boys enter with your dad trailing along from behind. “Hey Liam! Hey [y/n]!” they say. You give a ‘hi’ back with a smile. You also notice that Liam says ‘hi’ to them. The boys talk to you during the dinner, but it’s kind of uncomfortable with Liam ignoring you. Whilst eating, your dad excuses himself to take a phone call outside. “So, Liam, have made your move yet?” Niall asks Liam as soon as your dad leaves. Liam blushes. “Oh, [y/n]!” Louis says in a high-pitched voice. “What do even dream about, mate?” Zayn asks. Liam just sighs deeply and puts down his fork before looking down into his lap. You don’t really know how to react, so you just continue to watch. “Go on, son,” Harry says encouagingly. Liam looks at you. “[y/n], I kind of like you…” he mutters softly. “What? But you’ve been ignoring me the entire week!” you say gritting your teeth. “I know… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I hurt your feelings…” he says. “Apology accepted,” you say as you lean forward across the table and kiss his forehead.

Zayn: You absolutely cannot stand Zayn, but when your biology teacher seats you two together in the lab, you are furious, but the teacher wouldn’t let you switch seats. He sits next to you a scheming look on his face. You sit there and pout. “Now class, we are going to dissect frogs today. Erm…” He moves his hands and flicks your bra strap. “Ouch!” you whisper and ignore him. “Erm…” the teacher says. He flicks your bra strap again, causing you to flinch. You glare at him this time. “We have to cut a line along the middle. Then, Erm…” the teacher says and before you know it, you’ve lost your attention from the teacher and turn to Zayn. “What the fuck are you doing?” you hiss at him. “I believe it’s the [insert your teacher’s last name] flicking game. Every time [insert your teacher’s last name here] says ‘Erm’ I flick. It’s quite amusing, actually,” he answers smirking. “Erm…” the teacher says and he flicks your bra strap and you scoff this time. “Flick yourself. This is sexual harassment,” you whisper. “I can’t… I don’t wear bras,” he answers, before flicking your bra strap again. The teacher hands out the dead frogs and you groan at the fact that you’ve missed the instructions. You look at the dead frog without saying a word for a minute or two in question as to how to carry on the dissection but catch Zayn staring at you. “Now this is a side to you I’ve never seen. You’re quiet for once,” he says grinning. You roll your eyes and reach for the scalpel, but you gasp when Zayn’s hand touches yours as he grasps the scalpel. He gives you a smile when you look at him. You have to admit, that he has pretty eyes. You two look away and you cut the frog’s outer layer of skin, the epidermis. When the next layer, the dermis, is cut, you and Zayn contort your faces at the foul smell. “Erm…” the teacher says to the class to announce something. He reaches over but instead of flicking he asks you, “Go out with me this weekend and I won’t flick.”

Niall: You have told told your mom a million times that you don’t want to go to prom. But she insisted and got you a date with your arch nemesis, Niall, her best friend’s son. You’re finished getting ready, and you look at yourself in the mirror. You gasp at how beautiful you look at trudge down. “Did you go to the bathroom before you came downstairs?” you hear Niall ask you from the bottom of the stairs. “Ha ha. Very funny,” you say sarcastically. You hated him since kindergarten, when he spilled lemonade all over your new white dress and said that you ‘went’. “Oh! Look at you two!” your parents cry and snap pictures. You and Niall get dropped off at the school gym for the night and you two immediately separate from each other. “Thanks heavens, I thought I was going to die with Niall in the same car as me!” you say to your friends. “Really? You two look so cute together!” one of your friends say. You fake a vomit and look over at the refreshments table, where Niall and his friends are stuffing their faces. You and your friends dance at all of the fast-paced songs and rest during the slow-dance songs. As the last song of the night, a slow dance song, approaches your friends all leave you alone by the exit to be with their dates. You’re alone and you hear the first few notes of the beginning of ‘My Heart Will Wait’ by Joe Brooks. “I whisper goodbye, I swear it’s not for the last time. I know it’s not easy. This could never be easy…” you hear through the speakers. You sigh as the song goes on. “May I have this dance?” Niall asks you. You nod reluctantly. You two dance on the dance floor with the other couples as the song goes on. You end up resting your head in the crook of his neck, and it fits perfectly like a puzzle piece. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dickhead to you…” he whispers in your ear. When the song ends and you two stop dancing you look at him in the eyes. “You are forgiven,” you say gently.

Harry: You’re at Battle of the Bands with your band. It’s the final round and you are nervous, because the other group is really good. But you are determined to win, mostly because your enemy, Harry, who is in the other band. When Harry and his band mates are called out, he winks at you cheekily and says, “Stay ugly until I get back.” You turn away and warm up vocally. When you and your band get called up, you are ready to kick Harry’s ass. “Are you ready to rock?” you ask before hearing the drumstick clicks. You sing as best as you can a cover of ‘I Just Wanna Run’ by The Downtown Fiction. “I just wanna run, hide it away. Run because they’re chasing me down…” you sing and notice Harry watching from the side. You give him an acknowledging sarcastic grin.  When you’re done you get off the stage and wait for the results. “You were awful up there,” Harry tells you. “Aww… Thanks, you too,” you reply. “We have the results, folks!” the announcer says. “The winner is…” the announcer says, but you couldn’t hear the last part as Harry burps in your ear. But Harry goes up to the stage and you know that you’ve lost. “Congratulations! Is there anything you’d like to say?” the announcer asks. Harry takes the microphone. “[y/n], I know you probably hate me right now, but will you go out with me?” he asks.