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Preference #14: Not Just Friends part1

Harry: "Please, I'm on my knees and literally begging you." You stifled laughter as Harry pleaded with you dramatically. For the past hour he had been trying to convince you to attend Liam's 'party of the year' with him. You had to admit, he had gone to great lengths to persuade you, including buying your favourite ice-cream and promising to be your slave for a month. But, alas, you were being your usual stubborn self.

"Dude, will you ever give up?" You laugh, tossing your hair over your shoulder and walking away from the kneeling Harry. The sound of footsteps followed behind you rapidly before you were roughly tossed over his shoulder. "Harry!" You let out a surprised squeal as you realised you were eye level with his butt, not that you were really complaining. The boy had a nice ass.

"Sorry Y/N, you left me no choice." He continued walking down the street leading to his house, with you squirming in his arms at an attempt to not flash random people.

"Damnit Styles, you know I don't do parties."

"I'm offended that you don't want to be my date."

"Stop being so dram- wait.... did you say date?" Your jaw dropped open at Harry's choice of words. You felt his shoulders stiffen before he gently lowered you to the ground. He scratched the back of his head with a small, nervous smile on his face.

"Um.. yeah, I said date. I know it's pretty random, but I've been wanting to ask you for a while... although not in this way..." He trailed off, looking at you sheepishly. You realised your jaw was still wide open and hurriedly closed it, a million thoughts rushing through your head.

"I'd love to be your date Harry, although I'll still hate you for dragging me to a party."

Liam: "Karen, that meal was delicious! Thank you so much for having me." You smiled up sweetly at Liam's mother as she beamed down at you. Your best friend Liam had dragged you to another one of his family barbecues, it had been a tradition since you were both twelve years old. You had always felt perfectly comfortable with the Payne's, it was as if they had become your second family.

"No problem at all, sweetie. Would you mind going to get Liam and Grandma Payne?" You nod politely and stand up, heading down to the garden. Liam and his Grandmother had disappeared half an hour ago, most likely in the middle of a deep conversation. Grandma Payne had a habit of rambling and Liam was always too polite to try and end the conversation.

".... Y/N...." You stopped in your tracks as you heard your name being brought up. You peeked through a gap in the bushes and saw Liam and his Grandma talking seriously. As bad as it was to eavesdrop, you couldn't help the feeling of curiosity that was taking over you.

"I know Grandma, I know. I just can't do it." You leaned closer, brushing the leaves out of your way, edging as close to them as you could get without being seen.

"Liam, darling, you've liked the girl for years. It's about time you tell Y/N how you feel." With those words you felt the wind knocked out of your stomach. Liam... liked.. you? What the actual hell.

Niall: "Okay, honest opinion. How does this look?" You twirled around the dressing room in your favourite store, feeling the black dress fan out around you. You had dragged your best friend Niall around to about twenty stores, in search of the perfect outfit for your date tonight.

"For the tenth time Y/N, you'll look good in whatever you wear." He chuckled, clearly bored with the activity. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him.

"I need to impress, this is the first date I've been on in a while and I think Hunter could be boyfriend material." Niall's jaw locked and you noticed his fists clench slightly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This had become a constant reaction every time you mentioned Hunters name. "Niall, what's up with you? Every time I mention Hunter, you go weird.." You trailed off, glancing down at him uncertainly.

"It's nothing Y/N, drop it." He stood up abruptly and began to pace the room. This was a classic Niall move and it happened whenever he ached to tell you something, but couldn't bring himself to do it. You shrugged, knowing he would come around when he's ready, and attempted to unzip the dress. Warm hands sent shivers down your spine as he suddenly brushed your bare back gently, slowly unzipping your dress.

"Niall..." You felt a blush spread to your cheeks. Although you and Niall always considered yourself best friends and no more, situations like this has been occurring lately and you couldn't deny the tension between you two.

"Honestly Y/N, I'm jealous. Hunter isn't good enough for you... he's not me."

Louis: The anger was rumbling inside of you, look a gigantic thundercloud ready to explode at any moment. Your footsteps echoed around the corridor as you stormed down it, in search of your idiotic best friend. The news had spread quickly. Louis had supposedly punched Ryder, the school's 'bad boy', which was known to be an instant death wish. Your fists clenched at your side and you took a deep breath as you reached the nurses office. Louis knew how much you were against violence but he was your best friend, so of course you would be by his side. You pushed open the door and saw him slumped in a chair, smiling sheepishly at you.

"Outside now." You folded your arms as Louis trailed outside, going to all measures to avoid eye contact. As soon as the door shut, you glared at him waiting for him to explain himself.

"It's not my fault." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Not your fault? From what I've heard, you punched him not the other way around!" You waved your arms in frustration, trying to keep your voice from becoming a scream.

"Y/N the guy was talking shit, okay? He was disrespecting you, you know I couldn't just let him do that." Louis yelled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. Your fists automatically unclenched and you let out a deep sigh.

"Louis, sure the guy is a tool, but you can't always protect me. I am a big girl. Why do you even care so much? You know Ryder does this about every girl." You rolled your eyes, Ryder was known to be a jerk to girls so this came as no surprise to you.

"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my girl, okay? I like you, so much, I couldn't listen to his bullshit for a second longer."

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