Harry: You’re dressed in a pair of blue pajama boxers and one of Harry’s many white t-shirts when you open the door to get the mail. You’ve pulled on a pair of UGG boots to keep your feet warm as you step out onto the front porch to open the box that’s been built into the brick stairs. Fans start snapping pictures of you and screaming Harry’s name but you just wave before rushing back inside and slamming the door shut behind you. It takes five minutes for the pictures to be on twitter.
Liam: You’re standing on his front porch in a pair of comfy jeans and a jumper you’d stolen from him. Your knotted hair was tied up in a bun on top of your head and a pair of black rimmed glasses sat on your face. You tried to hold your hands against your neck to block the view of the marks he’s left from the night before. He joins you, shutting the locked front door behind him before leading you to his car for a day out.
Niall: You’re dressed in black leggings, Niall’s grey jumper, and boots when you step outside Niall’s townhouse to make your way to your car. Niall steps out behind you in grey sweats, red supras, and a white t-shirt underneath a cream zip hoodie holding his bag in one hand and yours in the other. You smile at the fans across the street as Niall puts his bag in the car and hands you your overnight bag to put in your own car. They take pictures as Niall leans in to kiss you as he opens the drivers side door of your car before sliding into the car to take him to the airport to return to Ireland while you go to school for your last week of exams.
Louis: It wasn’t hard to guess what you had done the night before. In fact you hadn’t even tried to cover up yesterday’s clothes as you walked out of his house in the middle of the day without a care in the world. Knowing that all the fans outside his house knew exactly what had happened last night.
Zayn: You hadn’t even buttoned your shirt up all the way, and were carrying the extras you had worn to his house the night before. It was obvious what the two of you had done, being as though you hadn’t even bothered to put your hair up or even brush it for that matter.
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One Direction Preferences
Fanfictiona huge book of one direction preferences [ first book- completed ]
