One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're the only girl in One Direction and he fancies you (part 1)

You're the only girl in One Direction and he fancies you (part 1)

Niall: You, along with the rest of the boys were having a movie night at the Harry's home, though Louis, Liam and Zayn had still yet to turn up. You're making your way back from 'your' room, having just got changed into some baggy pyjamas, and were on your way back to the living room when the sound of shouting caught your ears, and you pause before the doorway, effectively hidden from sight. "Get a grip Niall! She's like my sister!" Harry shouts in exasperation. "So why are you always all over her then?" you're surprised by the way Niall's voice sounds almost like a growl. "I'm not! You're paranoid!" Harry accuses, and you bite your lip, unsure whether you should intervene, "I'm the same way with her as I am all of you, you're all family,". You hear a noise that half sounds like a sigh and a strangled cry, and when Niall speaks now he's no longer shouting, "You know how I... I just feel like you do it on purpose all the time because you know that I can't -". "Like shit you can't Niall," Harry snaps back, "You know I love you man but stop with the self-pity and just say something! Stop acting like it's impossible!". "You would say that wouldn't you," Niall shouts back sarcastically, "Because you're Harry fucking Styles aren't you, who can get any fucking girl to drop her knickers the second you want them to - and you know what Styles, not all of us are a fucking slut and I certainly don't want to be either!". Your eyes widen in true horror that Niall would go as far as to make a comments like that, and you run into the living room at lightning speed - it was definitely time to intervene. "What are you two doing?" you raise your voice as you place yourself in between the two boys, promptly cutting off Harry's comeback. You look between the two boys, your bandmates, your best friends and you feel the corners of your mouth turn down - Niall's face was bright red and he was shaking slightly, hands balled into fists tightly by his sides, while Harry was breathing deeply in an effort to calm himself, his nostrils flaring and his gaze fixed on the Irishman. No one says a word, the room tense, and you make sure you keep a strong footing between the boys despite being aware you'd easily be pushed aside if they did make a start at eachother. Looking between their angry faces, your tone is desperate when you speak, "What is going on?". You jump slightly as Harry lets out a single, harsh laugh, his eyes not leaving Niall's as he gestures towards him, "How about you ask Niall over there?". You frown slightly, unamused by Harry's tone, but all the same you turn your body to face Niall as you ask softly, "Niall?". Your breath gets caught in your throat when Niall drags his gaze away from Harry to look at you, but his eyes are still furious, scary even, as if he's still seeing red. He grunts and leaves, and it's not until you hear the back patio doors slam shut that you let out the breath you weren't aware you'd been holding. You turn back to Harry with a look of disbelief on your face, finding him flopping back into his armchair, hand raised and rubbing at his brow, "What was that all about?". "You," he answers quietly, and your eyes widen in shock. "What do you mean me? Why?" you ask, confused, taking a few steps closer towards him, desperate for an answer. "As much as i'd like to drop him in it because of how much of an idiot he was just then," he laughs slightly, shaking his head before focusing his attentions back on you, "It's not my place to say anything - you'll have to ask him yourself,".

Harry: You watch mesmerised as Harry's hands glide over the piano keys before eventually coming to a stop. He twists around to you all, you and the rest of One Direction, his features nervous as he asks, "So what do you think? I mean, I know it's nothing special but I just..." he trails off. He'd just pitched you guys a song that you all know he'd been 'secretly' working on for around a month now, if not longer because he wanted it to be perfect before he finally relented to your guys pestering to let you hear. "Where have you been hiding those song writing skills all these years? This is ace mate!" Louis praises, hitting his best friend playfully on the arm. "You don't have to be nice guys..." Harry insists, trailing off when he meets your gaze, holding it. You smile warmly, "Harry this is good, really good. Honestly," and he nods, finally smiling at your genuine compliment. That’s how you found yourselves months later in the studio, recording Harry's love song 'You Don't Know It's You' to be on the fourth One Direction album. While it had been a shock to the system at first, over the past three years you'd gotten your head around how things worked in the studio, the norms. It had helped that One Direction songs generally followed a certain formula, like Zayn would more often than not take the bridge, Harry would take the lead during the chorus is so required, and yourself and Liam would provide the vocals for any intense duet during the song, the two of you having the best harmonisation with your voices. This song though had flipped that formula on its head though, and Harry surprisingly featured very little in it considering he wrote the thing, his only key part being the duet with you. "Right we're going to head off," Liam explains from the other side of the booth while the other boys gather up their things ready to leave too - they'd done all their vocals for the day, the only thing left was yours and Harry's duet. "Yeah, we weren't really feeling the idea of sticking around and watching you guys do googly eyes at eachother while you're singing," Zayn jokes, sticking out his tongue, and you chuckle slightly rolling your eyes at your friends absurdness. The two of you wave them off before you turn back around to face Harry, a microphone between the two of you. You point at him accusingly, eyes narrowed, "No googly eyes ok?". He holds his hand against his chest, feigning honesty and struggle, "I'll try my very hardest (Y/N),". "Good," you laugh, quickly silencing yourself when the producer points out the two of you have work to do - you have to avoid Harry's gaze for several minutes otherwise you just end up in fits of giggles all over again. Two hours pass and the two of you are getting nowhere; once you'd finally calmed yourself down to be able to sing properly, Harry was struggling to meet you in the harmonies - a fact that really seemed to be bothering him. "Harry, just take a break, you're going to hurt your voice," you place a hand on his forearm to get his attention after a particularly rough attempt and his eyes soften slightly as they meet yours, "Please?". He nods, and the two of you head out to the settees on the other side of the booth while the producer slips out to get something to eat. "I can't believe this is happening," he talks aloud, more to himself than to you, as he rests his head back against the wall, "Why can't I just reach those stupid notes?". "Hey, don't eat yourself up over it," you reassure him, "Don't put even more pressure on yourself - you wrote this whole song, it's incredible,". He turns his head to look at you and smiles sadly, "Cheers, but i'm going to ruin the whole song if I can't reach those notes,".