One Direction Preferences

98. Room Service!

Harry: You knock on the door, rolling your eyes before plastering a fake smile on your face. God, you hate your job. “Hey, just put it by the TV” Harry Styles says, opening the door before stepping back. You’re eyes widen but you nod, rolling the cart in to do as he says. “So… do all attractive women deliver room service or just you?” he asks with a cheeky smile. “Just me” you say with a smile, turning once you lock the cart in place and take in his messy room. “You know, there’s a maid service here… it’s included” you tease and he blushes. “She could be some crazed fan” he says, watching as you step around him towards the door. “I could be some crazed fan Mr. Styles” you tease from the doorway, giving him a wink before walking out. Later that night, your boss tells you room 314 has found something of yours and you smile as you ride the elevator back up to Harry Styles’ room.

Liam: You’re pissed as you hold the tray in your hand, setting it against your hip to knock on the door. Today was supposed to be your day off but some bitch decided not to show up and you got called in. You have way too much makeup on to be working, having intended on going out on a date but here you are, knocking on some random persons door to deliver their over priced pizza. “Come on in, say hello” Liam Payne says, gesturing you into his hotel room and towards the laptop on the coffee table. You roll your eyes because, of course you’re delivering pizza to Liam Payne and you look like a hooker. This will go over well with the fans. You lean into the view of the laptop and give a small wave. “Thanks love” he says, leading you back to the door. “Hey, if they’d have told me I’d be delivering to Liam Payne I’d have been a lot happier to cover someone’s shift today” you tease and he blushes. “Well, maybe you’ll be happier if I order again?” he whispers and you smile, shrugging your shoulders before stepping out into the hallway.

Niall: “Who the hell eats this much?” you question to yourself, shifting the heavy tray in your arms to kick your foot against the door. “Come in” the blond says, stepping aside so you can shuffle past him. “You’re Niall Horan” you say simply and he chuckles. “Yup” he says, watching as you slid his tray onto the desk. “Uh, my little sister will never believe this” you tease and he blushes. “That’s a lot of food for one person” you say, nodding to the food behind you. “Well, maybe if you get off early enough you can come help me eat it” he says boldly and you’re suddenly the one blushing. “Maybe” you say, leaning over the desk to write your number on a piece of paper. “You let me know if there’s anything left… I get off at 6” you say, giving him a wink before walking out the door.

Louis: It didn’t take you long to figure out which room you were going to. The pizza, wings, and cake were definitely going to the room with the television blaring as loud as it could go. You roll your eyes as you knock on the door, not even thinking whoever was inside was going to be able to hear you. But sure enough the roar of the TV silenced and the door opened. “Come in,” the guy at the door says smiling as he gestures you into his room. You pay no attention him and place the tray of food on the coffee table. “Thanks love,” he says as he opens the door for you to leave. You glance at him and smile as you walk out. When the door shuts behind you your eyes widen. You turn around and bang on the door. He opens it back up with a smile. “Yeah, okay so I wasn’t imagining things, good to know. Enjoy your dinner.” You say as you begin to walk away. “Hey!” the oh so famous guy at the door shouts. You whip around to meet his gaze, “I’ll be in the bar after my shift, which ends in an hour,” you say with a smile. He nods with a smile before shutting the door, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach.

Zayn: “Hey can you take this burger up to 1215,” one of your co-workers asked. You roll your eyes as you grab the tray. You had already clocked out and were ready to leave for the night and the last thing you wanted to do was work without getting paid for it. You make your way up to the room, but before you had a chance to knock on the door, it was already being opened for you. Your eyes widened as you gazed upon Zayn Malik, quiffless, as well as shirtless. You close your eyes for a second and reopen them to the same sight as he begins to smile. “Come on in love,” he says motioning you into the room. “Set it anywhere you like.” He continues with a smile. “You know those girls in the lobby are really starting to get on my nerves, you wouldn’t know anything about that would you?” you ask cheekily. “Not a thing, but you know if you stay here you can’t even hear them.” He says with a smile. “Touche,” you respond with a smile, “lucky for you my shift ended five minutes ago.” He shoots you a smile and leads you to the sitting room.