One Direction Preferences

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"Stephanie, look!" Zayn lifted his hand and pointed to one of the rides. You glance at the ride and shudder.

You hate haunted houses, so much. When you were younger, you visited many rides but this one was the worst in your opinion.

You tug on Zayn's sleeve and try to move away. His tattooed arms wrap around your waist and he starts to shuffle with you towards the ride.

"Please, Zayn!" You smile a little, putting on your begging eyes hoping he would change his mind.

"Babe, come on." Zayn's accent is really clear nowadays, you never knew why. 

"I don't want to go on it." You look up at Zayn's chin, his dark eyes lead down to yours. He gently kisses your forehead near your hairline and cups your face in his hands.

"You're beautiful." He flatters you, this is what he does, when he wants something he will flood you with adorable comments on your face, body, clothes and even how well you did your makeup this morning.

"Zayn, stop," You wack his hand away a bit annoyed now. 

"How about, I'll hold you safe in my arms the whole ride, huh?" Zayn continues drawing small circles on your back, it was just under your collarbone.

You shrug and gesture a hug.

"Fine." You sigh gripping his hand. The ticket man is waiting in the corner, hoping for more payment. Zayn rummages through his pocket for some money and drops some coins onto the counter, making a large sound of metal clanging. You grit your teeth, regularly glancing at the advertisements for the ride. They didn't even appeal to you.

"Let's go!" He mockingly squeals in excitement plastering a cheesy smile on his face. You love the way he smiles, and he loves the way you smile.

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The sound of spooky laughs echoes on the ride, Zayn is still smiling though. Softly he brushes strands of hair out your face and pulls your head into his lap. You lay on it and smile. 

You now love haunted house rides.