One Direction | Preferences

Emotions

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 6px; color: #444444; font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Louis:Scared; Scared for your life as you're running down the sidewalk, looking behind you every chance you get. A crew of boys were after you; it was late a night and you knew you shouldn't be out, but you wanted to explore. You had only been in London for a few days. Your head whips around just in time to hit the shoulder of a boy who was standing on the side walk, waiting for something. "I'm....sorry" You rush out; Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you could barely breath.. The boy shakes his head and helps you up."No problem love, what are you running from?" He asks. His accent makes you feel bubbly inside. "Boys... chasing...me..want..sex" You huff, while trying to control your breathing. Louis looks past your head to see a group of guys coming towards you. He quickly takes your arms and ushers you inside the building. An apartment building. "Quickly" He urges. He pushes you into an elevator and you slump onto the ground. "I'm Louis by the way" He smiles. You put your hand out to shake his, "Y/N".</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #444444; font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Liam:Bliss; You watch from the bed as Liam circles the room again, your newborn son, Daniel, held gently in his arms. Liam's whispering to the little boy as if Daniel knew what he was saying. He pointed to the things around the room, telling your son what they are. You're heart melted when Liam kissed his forehead, a silent promise from Liam to Daniel. You smile from the bed and let out a content sigh. Liam's eyes met yours and he grinned. "He's perfect, Y/N" He told you. You nodded. "He's ours." You respond. Liam chuckles and sits at your side, still holding your son. "Daniel, this is your mummy. She held you in her tummy for nine months. That's how much she loves you" Liam explained. The blue eyed newborn blinked and you laughed. "Isn't she so pretty? Mummy is so pretty" He continued. Everything felt right. Having Daniel here made everything better. Complete and utter happiness was the only mood in the room. You and Liam were so happy with the new addition. So in love with him. You're family is complete... for now.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Niall:Anger; All you can see is red, The blood is pounding through your head, hazing your vision. Niall keeps his safe distance, nervous to see how you react. He cheated. He cheated and instead of feeling upset or hurt, you're angry so so angry. You huff and kick the wall, your sneaker almost creating a hole in the wall. You reach for the closet thing, a vase and throw it down the hall. It shatters once it hits the ground and Niall instantly straightens up. "I hate you." You say harshly kicking the wall again, this time breaking dry wall. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you" You repeat opening the newly formed hole. Niall grabs your arms in efforts to save the wall, but you recoil, turning swiftly and slapping him straight across the face. A red mark now covers his cheek. He knew he deserved that "Fuck you, Niall Horan. You think you can have whatever you want, but guess what!" You yell at him. Your noses almost touching. "We're done" You finish, You push him away and start down the other hall. Grabbing your purse and your shoes, flipping him off as you storm out of his home.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #444444; font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Harry:Pride; The two of you sit in the theater chairs, your nine year old daughter, Mia, is just about to make her debut in Les Misérables as the roll of young Cosette at the West End Theatre. Harry's eyes light up as he saw his daughter enter the stage, her face covered in brown make up and her raggedy clothing. His lips parted through out her parts, hearing her sing in front of thousands. His heart jumped. She was living her dream like he lived his. To perform in front of thousands was life changing. Pride filled his body, every ounce of flesh radiating in the amount of pride he held for his daughter. She was his. She was a Styles. He created that.She finished Castle on a Cloud and Harry swiftly rose to his feet, your son Jace, yourself and the rest of your family rose as well, clapping and yelling for Mia. Tears ran down Harry's cheeks. He was so proud of her. So proud of all the work she did to get this role and to play it with such integrity.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; color: #444444; font-family: Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Zayn:Nervousness; His palms were sweating as he paced back and forth. The two of you had been friends for years. Why would he be nervous to see you? It's only been the summer. Only two months since he's seen you last. He watched as you made your way down the sidewalk, your tan legs emphasized by the light of the sun. You're hair was highlighted and down in waves. You were wearing a simple babydoll dress and docs for the Malik's annual bbq. Your "dress up" outfit. Because you were always one of the guys. You skate boarded, cursed like a sailor, did everything Zayn, Anthony and Danny did. Zayn wiped his hands on the front of his jeans and smiled at you. "Y/N" He breathed nervously. "Hey Z" You smiled back. "I-i um... Can I ask you something?" He asked, stuttering over his words. The two of you were walking the familiar route back to his, the two of you always meeting half way. "Course" You replied. Zayn's throat went dry and he coughed. "I-um.. D-do you want to maybe go out on friday? Ya'know... see a movie... go to the diner" He suggested. Your stomach flipped. A date. "Yeah" You nodded. Zayn laughed happily, pulling you into him. Finally.</li>

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