One Direction Preferences Part 2

You meet at a masquerade ball

You meet at a masquerade ball

Harry: You look around at the decorated and full hall with a grin on your face as a sense of pride washed over you. Months of preparation had gone into making this masquerade ball charity event a success, and so far - you glance down at the clipboard in your hands, making sure everything was in order - it couldn't have been going better. "So is this the person we have to thank for the amazing night?" you look up as a man in a black suit and simple white mask leans against the bar beside you. You wave the clipboard in your hands lightly, "Well i do have the clipboard," you joke lightly, smiling when the boy laughs, then adding, "No, it was a team effort really,". "Hmm," he nods slowly, "So could I possibly tear you away from your work for a dance?" he stands up, gesturing his arm towards the dancefloor. You sigh, the offer was so tempting, "I really shouldn't, i'm meant to be working and -". "I'm sure they can survive with out you for one dance," the pair of you look at your colleague who was stood with you, chuckling as she nods enthusiastically, "Well thats settled then, you deserve a break,". You roll your eyes as you adjust your mask slightly so it's more comfortable, and then take his hand as he leads you onto the dancefloor. One dance turned into two, and then three, and before you knew it, you realised you'd spent the whole night dancing with the somewhat perfect stranger. You found yourself fascinated by him, the eloquence of which he spoke, his ability to keep a conversation going naturally, and not to mention the number of times he'd had you in tears from laughing so much. "So it's time for a slow one folks," the DJ announces through the microphone, "And it's the last song before the big mask reveal! So lets find out who you've been dancing the night away with,". You feel a hand rest on your waist, and another taking your hand, and you look up into the strangers eyes to find him staring intensely down at you. You blush as he speaks quietly, "I can't wait,". "Hmm," you mumble, feeling embarrassed so you try to make a joke out of it, "So long as you don't turn out to be my Uncle Henry, because that would be very awkward,". The boy laughs loudly, and more than a few people turn to look at the two of you peculiarly, and you automatically reach up to press a hand to his mouth, quietening him. When he stops, you pull you hand away, your blush becoming even more pronounced as he whispers, "I promise i'm not your Uncle Henry,". The song comes to an end, and the DJ begins a countdown til people should take off their masks, "3... 2... 1!" the crowds yell, reaching their arms up in unison to pull off their own nuisance mask. Your eyes widen in shock as you take in the stranger, recognising him immediately as Harry Style from One Direction, and if you were blushing before, it's nothing compared to how you were now. "I'm Harry," he smiles, but you catch the nervousness in his voice, and it makes your heart melt. "And i'm (Y/N)," you grin back, reassuring him, "Nice to meet you,". "It was," he nods enthusiastically, "Is there any chance... Could I get your number?". You roll your eyes, "I'd consider it an insult if not, considering you kept me away from my work all night,". You inwardly squeal as a small blush spreads across his cheeks as he mumbles, "Yeah, sorry about that,". "Hey," you take his hand gently, "I'm not complaining,".

Louis: You're stood by the steps of the stage, clapping as One Direction take their final bows before they headed off stage. To your surprise, they were exiting down the stairs right by you, and as you rush off, one of them bumped you slightly and you stumble. You catch yourself just as a hand is placed on your arm and you look up to meet the blue eyes of Louis Tomlinson, and you stare at him like a goldfish as he mumbles, "Sorry about that love, you ok?". You nod, not trusting your voice and he chuckles. "Good," he smiles, letting go of your arm, "Have a good night yeah?". Later on in the evening you're stood by the bar, swirling a drink in your hand - these types of dances weren't really your thing so you felt a bit out of place. "Can I get you a drink?" someone nudges your side gently, and you look around to find a masked man, with a warm smile taking a seat on the stool beside you. "Sure," you grin, "A malibu and coke please,". He nods, ordering the drinks then turning his attention back to you, "So how come you're not dancing?". You laugh slightly, "Not really my thing, what about you?". His shoulders shake from silent laughter, and you can't help but smile, "Same really. I didn't particularly have a choice about coming though - work,". "Ohh," you reply dumbly, staring at him for a long moment, trying to make some connections in your mind, "Do I know you? I feel like i've met you before,". He tilts his head to the side, watching you curiously, a small smirk spreading across his lips, "You may have,". You frown slightly, "Come on, just give me a straight answer - if it turns out you're someone i've know for years I'll feel really bad... It's not Paul is it?" you eye him suspiciously. He just laughs though, "No, this isn't Paul. You have met me before, just the once," he assures you. This time you tilt your head to the side, your eyes narrowing, "Who are you?". "Guess," he answers simply, taking a sip of his drink, clearly amused. "Or you could just let me take a peek under your mask?" you suggest hopefully but he shakes his finger at you. "No, no, no. Thats cheating!" he scolds you, making you laugh, "No ones meant to take off their mask til midnight,". You place a hand on his forearm, winking at him jokingly, "I won't tell if you don't?". He shakes his head, getting up to his feet, "Where's the fun in that? Going to have a dance with me?". You stare at his hand for a moment before looking back up at his masked face, "I told you I don't dance,". "And neither do I, but we can just dance badly together. And," he looks at his watch, "It's ten to midnight - go on, a couple of songs to pass the time,". Reluctantly you agree, and it turns out to be a lot more fun than you'd anticipated. Instead of even attempting to dance well, the two of you were just acting silly, which meant your fellow dancers were giving you plenty of room, but you didn't even feel embarrassed because you were laughing too much. The clock strikes midnight, and there's movement all around as everyone reaches up to untie their masks. "Louis Tomlinson," the boy introduces the moment he's taken off his mask. "(Y/N)," you stutter, in slight shock that you'd spent the whole night with the popstar. He leans forward carefully, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you blush, as he mumbles, "It has been very nice meeting you - I hope we could do this again?".