"A Little Romance" - One Direction Preference
Harry:
The noise of the party floated up to his room, as you opened the door a crack. “Hey,” you murmured. He instantly sat up from where he lay in the middle of his bed. “Hey,” he retorted, surprised to see you, “Wh– What’s up?” “Came to find you,” you hummed, walking toward him. He smiled, two perfect dimples appearing on either side of his mouth. “I just needed a break,” he shrugged, gesturing toward the door. “Yeah,” you giggled, “bit crazy down there.” He chuckled, green eyes scanning you head to toe. He noted how exceptionally beautiful you were this evening, with your hair pulled back, off your face. The navy blue dress you wore hugging the curves of your body. Eyes lighting up with an idea, he crossed the room to where an old record player sat. Placing the needle carefully on the vinyl, a sweet melody filled the room. “Care to dance?” he smirked, extending a hand to you. “You’re such a dork, Harry,” you chortled, placing your hand in his. He pulled you closer to him, his long fingers pressed flat to your lower back. Swaying back and forth in his arms, you slowly relaxed against him. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, lips near your ear. Pulling back just enough to look at him, you saw the heat grace his eyes. “You always look beautiful,” he breathed, leaning his head closer until his lips met yours.
Niall:
“Niall?” you called through the dimly lit apartment, “Niall, you here?” Niall peaked his head around the corner. “Hey, princess,” he sang, coming to meet you in the entryway. Pecking him softly on the cheek, he looped his arms protectively around your waist. “What are we doing here?” you giggled curiously. “C’mere, I wanna show ya something.” His face broke into a smile, as he led you by the hand, into the living room. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of the red plaid blanket sprawled out in the middle of the hardwood floor, picnic basket ready and waiting for you both. Dozens of candles were scattered around the room, casting their dancing glow around the empty room. “Niall…” you beamed, “I– You did all this? This is incredible.” His blue eyes shone with pride, watching as you took it all in. “I wanted to recreate our first date,” he hummed, leading you to the floor. Popping the top on the bottle of champagne, he poured you each a glass. “Here’s to, our new apartment. And, our new life, together,” he toasted, raising his glass in the air. Smiling warmly at you over the rim of his champagne flute, you shook your head in awe. “I still can’t believe you did all of this,” you whispered breathlessly. “I’d do anything for you,” he uttered, pressing a smiling kiss to your lips.
Zayn:
You crashed through the heavy metal doors, the crisp evening air washing over you, stinging your tear stained face. The satin tool of your cocktail dress whipped against your bare legs, as you ran along the sidewalk. You stopped in the courtyard of the country club, the music of the school dance long since faded from earshot. Collapsing onto one of the wooden benches, you cradled your tear soaked face in your trembling hands. Suddenly, someone touched your bare shoulder, startling you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” Zayn murmured, “Are you okay?” Taking a seat beside you, he settled his chocolate eyes on your face, taking in the pain he saw written there. “He– he was kissing some other girl. Right in front of me,” you hiccupped, rubbing your chilly arms. Zayn shrugged his suit jacket from his body, draping it tenderly around your narrow shoulders. “That guy. That guy’s an ass,” he growled, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You glanced over at him, watching the way he clenched his fists. “You deserve to be treated like a princess,” he whispered, gazing back at you. “Why can’t I find a guy as sweet as you?” you queried, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’m right here,” he whispered, causing your head to pop back up. “Wha–” you started, Zayn cutting you off with a kiss.
Liam:
He awoke to the sun pouring in through the tall glass windows of his apartment. Hand reaching across the bed, his fingers were met with nothing but cold sheets. Rolling over, he found the empty space where your sleeping body should have been. “(Y/N)?” Liam called, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Slowly, you came padding around the corner, a small smile pulling at your lips. Liam’s jaw dropped, rich coffee eyes growing wide at the sight of you. You wore nothing but his crisp, white button down shirt, your sleek, bare legs appearing below the cotton fabric. His mouth ran dry, heart skipping a wild beat while his eyes scanned you leisurely, from head to toe. “Morning, handsome. Like what ya see?” you teased, taking a slow sip from one of the ceramic mugs you held in each of your hands. Raising an eyebrow, you stalked your way over to the bed. “Coffee,” you murmured, handing him one of the steaming cups. You flashed him a seductive smile, raising an eyebrow at him while sipping your coffee. He took the mug from your hands, setting them both on the bedside table, never taking his eyes off of you. Pulling you down in one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms securely around your waist, tugging your lips to his in one long, hungry kiss.
Louis:
“Room for one more?” Louis asked, stepping onto the platform of the Ferris wheel. You chuckled, giving him a small smile. “I thought you didn’t do heights,” you teased, making room for him beside you. Scooting into the cushioned metal seat, you both pulled the metal bar into place across your laps, locking you into the swaying cart. “I– I don’t,” he stammered, as the ride roared to life, lifting you higher and higher into the air. He balled his hands into fists in his lap, squeezing his blue eyes shut tight. “Then, what are you doing on here?” you chuckled, watching the way he flicked his tongue nervously along his lower lip. “I, uh. I wanted a moment alone with you,” he murmured, taking a deep, ragged breath. Pulling your eyebrows together, you shifted your body to better see his face, causing the cart to rock. Louis let out a gasp, clutching the pant leg of his faded blue jeans. “Can you please, not rock the cart,” he begged. “Oh, sorry. Sorry,” you hushed, taking his hand tenderly in yours. Momentarily, his eyes fluttered open, sending a smile in your direction. “Better?” you asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Almost,” he whispered, leaning closer and quickly crashing his lips to yours.
