One Direction Preferences

140-Wrong Number

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*You Get A Guy's Number But Call The Wrong One And It Happens To Be...*

Harry: You were just laying on your bed and dialing a guy's number, which you got a few days earlier when you met him at the mall. "Hello?" he simply answered. His voice was deeper than you had in mind, but voices always sound different when you're on the phone, so you didn't think much of it and begun to talk, "Hey Marc. This is [Y/N]." You turned around in your bed, so that you were laying an your stomach, your feet streched in the air as he spoke up again, "Marc? I'm sorry [Y/N], but this is Harry. I think you dialed the wrong number, love." "Oh" you breathed out and felt the failiar heat in your cheeks, "I-I'm sorry." He slightly laughed, "No problem. It happens to me all the time." Your body relaxed. "Really?" you asked, feeling not as embarressed as ten seconds earlier. "Yes, really" he chuckled, "One time I thought I was calling my mom and told her a really embarrasing story that happened to me that day... Five minutes later I noticed that I talked to a completely stranger." "Oh my god" you whispered and a big grin formed on your face before you both started laughing. You contiuned your conversations for a few hours, until he had to go to work. But you found out that you were living in the same city, so before you hung up he asked you out on a date and you gladly accepted.

Niall: Today was the thrid day after you got a guy's number. His name was Finn and you met him at a libary where you were studying. Since you wanted to follow the three-days-rule you were dialing his number at that moment and waited for him to answer his phone. But instead of him, you just heard the answering machine, "Hi! Niall's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message on my front with one of his magnets *Beep*" You quickly hung up and thought, 'Shit, I dialed the wrong number.' But you still had to smile because of his answering machine text. You quickly checked the number, but saw that you dialed the 'right' one. At least the one that was written on the paper. You sigh and let yourself fall backwards on your bed, only to stand up and answer you ringing phone minutes later. You thought it was your parents or a friend, but when you looked at the screen you saw that the Niall guy was calling you and you struggled on wether answering your phone or not. You decided to go for it. "Hello?" You shifted and sat back on your bed. "Hello, this is Niall. You were calling earlier?" he asked and you nodded your head, although he couldn't see, "Eeuu yeah, but I-I didn't want to call you" you said and he frowned, "Awwn. Why not?" "Oh no no no" you clarified and explained the situation, earing some laughs from him here and then. But after you finished he kept talking and asking questions. Let's just say that you called eachother more often after that talk.

Liam: It was 10 o'clockish and although you had to work the next day, you just didn't want to go to sleep. You were not tired at all and thought about what you could do instead, when you remembered the guy from the day earlier. He bumped into you at a coffe shop and spilled his drink over your chest and stomach. To make it up to you he bought you a new drink gave you his' number, pleading for a call. It seems like a dream to bump into a boy in a coffee shop and get his number, but it just happened. There was only this problem that you weren't interested in him, but since you had nothing to do, you decided to call him. Maybe it could be worth it. It seemed like you woke him, because he answered his phone with a sleeepish, "Yeah?" and you immediately apologized, "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" You felt guilty, but he just laughed it off, "Yeah, it's alright. But who are you?" "[Y/N]. Y'know, from the coffee shop yesterday" you responsed. "Coffee shop? ...Oh dear, I think this is the wrong number" he indicated and your face droped. "Oh" you mumbled, "I'm sorry. Now I'm feeling much more guilty for waking you." But he assured you with his word, "Nah, it's okay. Really... You just have to make it up to me." "Huh?" "Keep talking to me. I can't fall asleep now." You smiled and did what he asked for. You kept talking for a few hours and exchanged your numbers and skypenames, until you really had to go to sleep because of work. But the next day you skyped eachother and coniuned your conversation.

Louis: 'Call him. Call him. Call him' the voice in your head kept saying, but then again you didn't want to call the guy you met a few hours earlier beacuse he was not exactly your type. On the other hand you never wanted to be that kind of person that judges someone on their appearance. So you grabbed your phone and typed the number from the paper in your phone. "Yeah?" "Hey there Adam! This is [Y/N]. I was just chilling, y'know and I was wondering if you would maybe come over and, well, hang out?" you rambled on as you got yourself a drink. But instead of answering he just laughed. Like you didn't say anything funny, but he laughed. "Well [Y/N]" he begun, "I'm not Adam, but I'd love to hang out with you." You almost choked on your water and mumbled a, "What?" He laughed again, "Yeah, my name is Louis actually." "Oh" you murmured under your breath, "I'm sorry for disturbing you. By-" "Wait!" he stopped you and went on, "What about hanging out now?" "A-Are you serious?" you questioned in disbelief. "Yes" he confirmed, "Unless you rather want to hang out with Adam." "Euuu." "Alright then. We meet in one hour at Starbucks, 175 Tottenham Court Road. See you there! Bye!" And with that he hung up while you stood there taken back. After you collected your thoughts and was convinced on going, you quickly got ready, grabbed your things and headed to the coffe shop. Only one month later, the boy you accidently called became your boyfriend and the number of the guy immediately disappeared in the crash can.

Zayn: "He is cute, [Y/N]! Call him!" your friend encouraged you, nudging your shoulder as she walked to the door. "Okay! okay!" you giggled and gave her a hug before she left. You sighed and closed the door behind her, heading over into the kitchen. You grabbed your phone and dialed the nummer you got from a guy that you met that day when you were shopping with your friend. While you waited for him to answer his phone, you jumped on the kitchen counter and let your legs dangle in the air. Then you heard a faint "Yes?" from the other end of the line and you responsed with, "Hey! You probably didn't expect my call that early but, oh well, my friend said I should go for it and yeah..." That was really awkward but he didn't laugh at all. He rather seemed confused as he asked, "Eu. Who are you?" You were a bit dissapointed, but also angry that he didn't remeber you and answered, "This is [Y/N]. From earlier today. Remember? Or how many girls do you give your number?" Admitted that was sassy and a bit rude of you, but in that moment you didn't care. "Excuse me?" he said calmy, "I didn't give any girl my number and I don't know who you are. It think you got the wrong number, dear." And suddenly all your anger flowed away and you felt embarrased. "God. I'm so stupid. Sorry" you muttered quitely. "Oh no, it's okay. The guy was probably a douche anyway and you should better hang out with me sometime" he told you, wich caused you both to laugh. "I'm serious" he chuckled, becoming more earnest, "You sound really lovely and this maybe sounds creepy... but we should meet some time." The corners of your lips rose and you agreed on it. You talked for some more minutes and arranged a date in the following week. It was really lovely, just like your voice.