One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're the only girl in One Direction and he fancies you (part 2)

You're the only girl in One Direction and he fancies you (part 2)

Niall: "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,". You march through the house, heading towards the back door that Niall had escaped through just minutes before. You were mad, mad that something apparently you'd done could have caused an argument like that - it was fights like that that bands broke up over and you refused to have that under your name. You find him pacing around at the bottom of the huge garden, kicking aimlessly at the strands of grass and you stalk over to him. "What the hell was that Niall? What the hell have I done?" you ask, your volume louder than you'd intended in your annoyance. "What?" he turns to look around at you, taken aback, "Nothing. It's nothing, you've done nothing,". You laugh, placing your hands on your hips, "Like shit that was nothing Niall - did you hear some of the things you said? I'm not going to be the blame for One Direction splitting up - i'll quit now if that’s the way this is heading to try and stop it,". He looks at you stunned, shaking his head, "It's nothing like that, I don't want you to quit. Harry was just trying to help and I was dick - I should go apologise...". He makes as if to head back into the house but you catch your hand on his chest just as he was about to pass you, stopping him, and you look at him seriously, "Niall, i'm not letting you go until you explain. This is something to do with me, I know, Harry told me... Please just explain, i'm so confused,". He stares at you for a long moment before sighing, moving his weight from foot to foot out of nervousness, "I don't know how to explain. I can't, I don't... I'm not good at this sort of stuff,". You smile softly, partly to reassure him, and partly because you're glad to see him back as the Niall you know and love, "Ni, it's only me, just say it. It's only me," you repeat. He laughs slightly, "And that’s exactly the problem,". You pull your hand away from him, taking a step back and he looks over to find a hurt expression on your face. He looks panicked as he takes a few steps closer to you, taking the hand you'd been holding to his chest into both of his hands, "No, not like that, not like that at all. You just, I don't know, you make me nervous, and I just can't, I just - shit (Y/N), I like you, I like you a lot. There I said it," he babbles, letting your hand drop as her turns to walk briskly back towards the house. Despite yourself you find yourself laughing, and the sound makes Niall pause, turning slightly on his heels to look back at you, and you notice how pink his cheeks are. You walk over to him slowly, "Why didn't you just tell me? For all you could have known, I like you too,". He raises his eyebrow at your teasing tone, "And do you?". You nod shyly, smiling as he takes your hand again. "How about we give this ago?" he asks quietly, his thumb gently stroking your palm, "Properly I mean - I want to take you on a date,". "Sounds like an idea to me," you smile up at him before heading back towards the house, though not unlinking your fingers, "Come on, we've got a movie to watch... And I think someone has to go apologise to our curly haired friend,".

Harry: 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,". You frown slightly, shuffling on the settee so your legs are beneath you, "No you won't - we can swap who sings what around, get the boys back in tomorrow. Liam could do the duet and you could take his verse and the lead in the chorus,". "No," he replies sternly, authoratively, and your eyes widen in surprise, "It's got to be me who does the duet with you otherwise it's pointless,". "What are you talking about?" you ask him dumbly, your brows knitted together because he's just not making any sense, "We can let Liam take the duet and -". "No, it has to be me," you jump as he gets to his feet, staring down at you intensely, "This is my song, this means something. You don't get it do you? You haven't worked it out?". You get to your feet to, placing your hands on his chest, gently pushing to try and get him sat back down but he won't budge, "Harry, you're stressed, I don't know what you're -". "Here," he interrupts, taking one of your hands in his and making it close around a piece of paper, "Just look at it... Really look,". You're too overwhelmed by the whole situation that you cannot even speak up as he walks out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. You perch yourself on the edge of the settee, unscrewing the sheet in your hand to look at it as he'd told you to. A quick glance tells you it's a lyric sheet for 'You Don't Know It's You', and you frown, wondering if this is all just a big prank and he's having you on. You read through the lyrics several times, each time shredding away some of the voices, the melodies, the music, the beat, until you're left with the raw lyrics. It's about a boy who’s liked a girl for as long as he can remember, and she's clueless and he doesn't know how to tell her. You feel your heart beating faster as you get to the duet, the part where the boy finally confesses how he feels, and Harry's words echo around your brain, "It's got to be me who does the duet with you otherwise it's pointless,". The lyric sheet drops from your hand as you get to your feet and move robotically to the door, as you think about where Harry might have gone. It's surprisingly easy to find him, he's just outside the studio's building resting against the aged brick wall, "Harry,". His head whips round at the sound of your voice and the two of you look at eachother for a long while, though neither of you speak. The hurt and broken look on his makes you sigh, and you want nothing more than to make him better. Before you can stop yourself, before you can process the potential outcomes of this, your hands are in his hair and his are holding your waist tightly as you kiss. The moment your brain catches up with what’s going on you pull away, stumbling backwards a few steps, your hand subconsciously hiding your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as you speak, "Please tell me i've understood all this right, because if I haven't I have just made the biggest idiot of myself ever and I just want to be buried alive,". The sound of his laughing makes you open your eyes, and you jump slightly - he was closer than you were expecting. "No," he grins leaning down to recapture your lips again, "You got it bang on,".