One Direction Preferences

151. How Your Outed As A Couple

Harry: Standing in front of the mirror of your bedroom you take one last look at your outfit. Dressed in a floral maxi dress and gold gladiator sandals, you pull your long wavy hair up into a messy bun. “You look beautiful babes” you hear from the doorway of your bedroom. Looking to your left, you see the tall body of your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe as he takes in your outfit. “I haven’t even finished my makeup yet” you smile reaching for your tube of mascara as he shrugged his shoulders behind you. “Eh… who needs that?” he asks teasingly, flipping his hair to the side before nodding towards the hallway. “I’ll be in the living room” he tells you, making his way back down the hall to wait for you to finish up. “I can’t believe we’re seeing Cold Play!” you exclaim, gripping his hand as the two of you make your way towards the sound booth. Stepping to the side, he allows you to take the stool as he stands beside you. The concert starts and the two of you are quickly lost in the music, blissfully unaware that a group of girls has been watching the two of you. His long arm wraps around your shoulders, long fingers pulling your hair from its place on top of your head to let it fall around your shoulders. Rubbing a strand of the caramel locks between his fingers, he nudges your temple with his nose before trailing his lips down your jaw while Chris Martin starts to sing “Paradise”. You sigh softly, shifting in your seat to allow your boyfriend to step between your legs and press his soft lips to yours. Unaware of the snapping cameras taking pictures of the two of you, Harry presses his lips against yours harder while sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You haven’t even made it back to your apartment before the pictures are splashed across twitter and tumblr, officially outing the two of you as a couple.

Louis: Already out shopping, the two of you have tried to maintain a healthy distance between the two of you so not to draw attention. Stopping outside of Top Shop, you nod your head towards the store before the two of you make your way inside. He keeps his pace behind you while you maneuver through the racks, pulling things out to try on. When your arms are full of clothes, you turn to find Louis loitering by the table of jeans behind you. “I’m gonna try these on” you tell your boyfriend watching as he makes his way towards the dressing room to take a seat outside your door. You try on a few of your outfits, stepping out to show Louis who smiles and offers his opinion. You stand behind the closed doors while observing yourself in the navy blue cotton dress, turning to the side before calling out Louis name. Pushing the door open, you step outside as the girl that had been a few doors down peeked through her cracked door at the pair of you. “What do you think?” you ask him, watching as he stood with his lips parted. He reached for your hand with a smile, twirling you under his arm before leaning into you for a sweet kiss. You sigh against his mouth, fingers sliding through his carefree fringe as his mouth slides against yours. The two of you are blissfully unaware of the girl videotaping the moment behind you before Louis is twirling you back towards your open dressing room door. Later that night the girl has uploaded the video onto tumblr, forcing Louis to confirm your relationship on twitter.

Liam: Dressed in a pair of dark washed shorts and a grey Manchester United t-shirt, you eagerly await your turn in line for the Peter Pan ride at Disney World. A pair of hot pink Chaco’s are strapped to your feet and your long hair is pulled up in a high ponytail as your boyfriend chuckles beside you. “This line is sooo long” you complain to him, sighing anxiously as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. Leaning back into his strong body, you spin in his arms to press your face against his white t-shirt while tapping your fingers against his back. “Just be patient” he chuckles against your temple, twirling the ends of your ponytail between his fingers as you pull away form him. “You don’t understand Liam! This is my favorite ride like… ever!” you groan, lips pouting as he shakes his head. You open your mouth to complain further but your words are cut off by his lips pressing hard against yours. He sighs against your mouth contently, unaware that the girls behind him are already tweeting a picture of the two of you. “Does this help?” he whispered against your mouth, nudging your nose with his before pressing his lips to the expanse of your neck. “I… sort of” you mumbled against his check, gripping the ends of his hair as he pulls away to press a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. By the time the two of you get off the ride, Paul is waiting for you by the exit to escort you around the park seeing as a crowd of girls is conveniently huddled around the exit.

Niall: You’re seated at a table with your boyfriend Niall in his favorite London pub, sipping your New Castle as he chats with a few band mates that had decided to join the two of you. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a simple white v-neck, you cross one leg over the other while looking around the pub. It’s crowded for a Tuesday night you notice, pushing your dark hair behind your ear as Niall laughs beside you. Twisting the diamond stud in your ear, you sigh in boredom at Niall completely ignoring your presence. You sigh, standing to make your way towards the bar to order another beer for yourself. Leaning against the bar you wait for your beer from the bartender, tensing when a body presses against yours but relaxing Niall’s familiar scent surrounds you. “What are you doing babe?” he asks against your shoulder, one hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Getting another drink… what’s it look like?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at his bewildered expression. “I would’ve gotten it for you… go sit down,” he urges with a sweet smile you can’t help but return. “Well, I’m already here and I didn’t want to interrupt your time with your friends” you say softly as he turns you in his arms, sliding a leg between yours to press himself against you. A boy at the end of the bar recognizes Niall’s mop of blond hair, pointing the two of you out to his girlfriend. Soon enough she’s tweeted a picture of the intimate moment between the two of you and it’s quickly trending world wide. “I’m sorry I was ignoring you baby” Niall breathes against your neck before pressing a sweet kiss to your plump lips. Gripping your beer in his hand, he wraps his arms around your waist to lead the two of you back towards your table. A text from your best friend tells the two of you that the pair of you has been outted as a couple. Niall chuckles beside you before pulling his phone out and tweeting “@nialloffical: just out with my beautiful lady and great friends”

Zayn: Your boyfriend Zayn has decided to get another tattoo and has asked you to tag along. Standing behind the counter as Zayn explains to the tattoo artist the picture he’s drawn, you turn when Zayn shifts to pull his shirt up to show the tattoo artist where he wants his new ink. Zayn gestures to his rib cage with his free hand while you stare at his olive abs. Zayn chuckles beside you, wrapping his long arms your shoulders as his shirt falls back over his abs. The sound of tattoo guns buzzing around you seems to heighten the nerves at the pit of your stomach. “I just need you to hold my hand beautiful,” Zayn says against your knuckles as he lays back on the tattoo chair. You nod your head silently, setting his t-shirt on your lap while wrapping both hands around his. The tattoo artist notifies the two of you that he’s starting, Zayn wincing as the needle connects with the tender skin of his rib cage. You wince while gripping his hand, leaning forward to press your lips to his shoulder to try and distract him from the pain he’s experiencing. A few girls had gathered outside hoping for a chance to spot Zayn getting his new tattoo but they had quickly realized he wasn’t alone. Pulling out their phones the snapped a few award winning creeper photos of you holding Zayn’s hand and kissing his shoulder while the tattoo artist finished. Three hours after arriving at the parlor, Zayn stands in front of the mirror with you at his side as you both admire his newest artwork. “Thanks for coming with me baby,” he said against your lips wincing when you nudged his sore ribcage, chuckling when you stammered out multiple apologizes. “You can make up for it by rubbing my lotion in every day “he mumbles against your lips with a smile.