One Direction Preferences

you have a fight before he goes on tour

Zayn: "You sure you've got everything?" You asked again as Zayn wheeled his suitcase through the airport. He was leaving for tour, which meant you probably wouldn't see him months on end. "For the last time, Y/N, yes" Zayn sighed and you spotted a hint of him rolling his eyes. "Whoa okay, don't get snippy, i'm just checking! Remember last time when you forgot your underwear and-" You laugh, remembering the time he'd forgotten that one pair he needed and had to fly all the way back to get it. It was actually just an excuse for him to see you again. The underwear could've just been mailed. "Yeah yeah, okay, Y/N, sure" He mumbled quickly, keeping his head down and picking up his pace. You look around to where he was previously looking, a group of girls, around the same age, staring dead straight at him, giggling and waving. "Are you serious?" You snapped, stopping in the middle of the airport. Zayn kept walking for a bit before realizing you had stopped. He turned around slowly, raising his eyebrows. "Y/N, hello? Lets go!". "Oh i'm sorry. Am I, embarrassing you? Is me standing here in the middle of the airport, is that annoying? Are you ashamed?" You practically called out, a few people walking past stopping in confusion. "Don't be like that Y/N, come on" Zayn huffed, rolling his eyes and beginning to turn back around. The group of girls giggled once more and winked at him before all sauntering off. You stood still, not budging, as you watched Zayn watch them leave. A few moments after they'd left Zayn turned back around, walking over to you. "Come on, babe, please? Lets just go or i'll be late" He pleaded softly, a small smile spreading across his face. "Oh okay" You nod, pulling your arm away from his grip, "So, now that the pretty girls aren't watching you act all nice?! No.". Zayn avoided your eyes, pretending to look down at his suitcase. "Whatever. You can flirt and act all tough when your on tour, Zayn. Just go, your going to miss you plane" You insisted, taking small steps backwards. "Y/N-" "See ya, Zayn. Have fun"

Harry: "Blue or red?" Harry asked you, holding up a blue sweater, then a red one. You uncrossed your legs on the couch ad studied the two. "I think you'd look hot in either" You insisted, "But if your going for stylish, i'd say blue!". Harry smiled and tossed the blue sweater into his already overfilling suitcase. "How many pairs of beanies are you taking, Haz?" You crawl over to the case, picking up the multiple range of warm beanies in your hands. "Just a few" He called back from hidden in your shared walk in wardrobe. "There's like eight here-" You were interrupted by a short knock on the door, "I'll get it!". You charge over to the door and pull it open, being met face to face with an unfamiliar brunette. "Hi" You smile, "Can I help you?". "I'm looking for Harry? You must be his sister, Gemma" She grinned, stepping in and holding her hand out to shake yours. "Actually i'm-" "Stacy?". You turned around to see Harry standing in the hallway, eyes wide as he stared at the girl. "Hazzzz, I missed you!" She beamed, leaping forward and locking her lips to his. Horrified, you stood there, mouth open, gaping as you watch the scene unfold. Harry quickly pushed the girl away, awkwardly glancing at you. "What the fuck?!" You broke the silence, watching as 'Stacy' spun around to you. "Yes?". "What the actual fuck?!" You practically shouted, stepping forward as Harry moved aside. "Uh, who are you?" She retorted, smug smirk on her face. "My name is Y/N, and Harry is my boyfriend! Who the hell are you?!" You snapped. "Boyfriend, what? I'm Stacy? Duh". "Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" Harry whispered, pulling you aside into the bedroom and slamming the door. "Who is she?!" You asked immediately pointing to the door. "Thats Stacy she's...my ex" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Then why is she bursting into your house and pashing you in front of me?!". "Well-" Harry had begun, his eyes glancing over to his phone and back. "Oh my god...she's the one you've been texting isn't she? She's the one you call all the time and when I ask you say your talking to your cousin? Oh my god, i'm such an idiot" You whispered to yourself, eyes dwelling up. "Y/N, I am so sorry! I didn't think she'd actually turn up here!!" He pleaded, bending down a little so he could look you in the eye. "Fuck off" You mumble, tearing your eyes from his and walking over, grabbing your phone and purse. "Have fun on tour you two-timing jerk!"