One Direction Preferences (Clean and Dirty)

First Date

Harry: You weren’t sure how to dress for your first date with Harry Styles but casual was always the best option. You had picked out a simple white button down tucked inside a pair of black ankle caprice you’d rolled up once and a pair of cream flats. You’d parted your long curled hair to the left and pulled it away from your face with a wide black headband. You’d kept your makeup simple; foundation, powder, blush, and mascara. You check the clock, anticipation building before spritzing your Marc Jacobs perfume on your expose neck and grab your red leather bag. You glance at yourself in the mirror, run your manicured fingernails through your curls, and breathe deeply. You’ve never been on a desert date before, especially during the day but the warm sun and cool breeze calm your nerves as you make your way through London towards the Waterloo. You stand outside Le Pain Quotidien for a moment, closing your eyes for a split second before pushing the door open. You check your phone a last time before ordering a tea and make your way down stairs. You see his curly head at the corner table and he smiles you over, standing when you near him to help you into the seat beside him. “Hi” he breaths out, relieved you had showed up and you give him a nervous smile. “Hi” you repeat, watching as he pulls a crossword puzzle from his bag. He gives you a sheepish smile and you set your purse between your seats as you lean closer to him. He orders several tarts and baked cheesecake for you to share, ignoring the waitress who’s clearly trying to get his attention as he traces the lines of your face and you blush. No matter how charming and enchanting he is, nothing calms your nerves about the end of the date. He’s vocal about kissing at the end of first dates and you’ve barely been kissed, let alone kiss at the end of a first date. After managing to complete your crossword, Google became your best friend after a few several failed attempts, he leads you out of the restaurant and out onto the streets. You stop at The London Eye, smiling as Harry points things out you’ve never noticed in the new city you’ve found yourself. You talk about everything; his recording schedule and your school schedule. He’s stopped a few times by fans for pictures and autographs and you stand back, enchanted at how easy he falls into the pop star role from the sheepish boy touching your fingertips with his while walking down the streets. He can sense you’re nervous and he pulls back, nowhere near as charming or aggressive as he could have been. He keeps his hands to himself for the most part, daring a few times to touch his fingers to yours while walking side by side down the street. He stands behind you on the steps of your apartment building, looking up at the town house you share with three other girls and he shoves his hands in his pockets to avoid reaching for you. You turn then, the glow of the setting sun casting on your street and he’s in awe momentarily at the way you look at him. You blink slowly as he steps up, backing up against the door and he smiles. He leans forward and your stomach pitfalls. He nudges your nose with his before stepping backwards down the steps, watching as you stumble into your apartment before wondering back down the street towards his waiting car. You lean back against the front door of the building, chest heaving from anxiety before touching the tip of your nose with your fingertips and smile. It isn’t even ten minutes later before he’s texting you. “Chocolate and more crosswords again?”

Liam:“Want to run away?” your text reads. You’re supposed to go for a fancy dinner with Liam Payne that night but his text makes you think differently. “I may not be who your father wants for you but I can be anything you want. Let’s run away, dress incognito and meet me at Victoria train station in 30 minutes. Make sure you aren’t followed”. His texts are vague and you don’t know what you need but your chose a floral summer dress and a pair of comfortable gladiator sandals. Your hair is curled and you grab a headband and your bag before rushing from your apartment. You hurry down the street, clutching your bag to your chest and your heart is beating wildly beneath your hand. You glance over your shoulder, looking for any familiar faces before hurrying further towards your destination. “Where you followed?” he asks and you quirk an eyebrow at him. He’s dressed in black jeans and a white v-neck, black leather boots on his feet and his hair is pushed back effortlessly. “You sure?” he asks when you inform him that no, no one followed you. “What’s going on?” you ask, taking his outstretched hand and he smiles. “We’re running away from everyone that says we can’t be together” he says, leading you onto the train and you smile. You follow him down the aisle, sliding into the seat opposite him and he grins at you. This is unlike anything you’d expected from Liam Payne but you aren’t complaining, especially when he nudges your foot with his. He takes his phone out and starts snapping pictures of you, promising not to show anyone the photos or post them because this was secret. So you do the same. He shows the ticket man your tickets before he’s leading you to another seat, pushing you into a bathroom when someone looks like they notice one of you. “Think they know your father?” he questions and you smile because this is fun. You shrug, leaning back against the sink and he grins at you. “We’ll just keep running until we’re somewhere no one knows us” you offer, following him towards the back of the train before sliding into the seat across from him. He buys a paper and you play the crossword, surprised because Liam’s not half bad at figuring out the answers. The conductor announces you’re pulling up to the Brighton station and Liam stands with you, taking your hand in his to pull you towards the doors. Looking over your shoulder, you glance at the people filling in behind you and Liam tugs on your fingers to get your attention as the doors open. “Run” he tells you, pulling you onto the platform and you’re gone.