One Direction Preferences Book 2

136. you act like you hate each other

Liam: "All right you two, play nice until I get back," Niall shoots you both a warning look before heading outside to pick up ice cream. Your best friend Niall had invited you to movie night...but he'd also invited Liam. Ever since you two had met, you and Liam had been very informal and almost rude to each other. It was surprising because Liam was nice to everyone else, just not you. "Great," you sigh, rolling your eyes and plopping down on the kitchen counter. "You shouldn't sit on the counter, that's unsanitary," Liam raises an eyebrow and shoots you a look from across the kitchen. "Don't tell me what to do, Dad," you snap, calling him a nickname you knew he hated. His jaw tenses and he looks annoyed, you shoot a victorious smile his way. "What's your problem with me anyway?" he asks after a moment, walking next to you and frowning. "What's YOUR problem with ME?" you counter, slipping off the counter and standing right in front of him. "My problem is that I kind of really like you but you're so frustrating and I've been acting like an ass hole and I want to act the opposite," he sighs, running his fingers through his short brown hair. "I have the same exact problem," you say quietly, pulling him in for a kiss. "Whoa! When I said 'play nice' I guess you really took it to heart," a familiar Irish voice exclaims, stepping into the kitchen with a grocery bag. 

Niall: "You should really stop being such an ass hole and tweeting about wanting boxing tickets, it's so annoying," you snap, reading another of Niall's tweets from your timeline. "Here we go..." Zayn mumbles under his breath, knowing another one of you and Niall's signature spats was approaching. You'd been friends with all of the 1D boys since the first Up All Night tour when you'd been working the venue, but you and Niall hadn't quite clicked. "If you don't like it, why are you following me? Unfollow me then," he retorts, rolling his icy blue eyes. "Let's leave them to their World War Three," Harry sighs, both he and Zayn leaving the dressing room. "I will unfollow you," you lie, not intending on unfollowing him any time soon. "Oh," his face softens and he looks almost offended before turning back to his phone apathetically. "I'm not actually going to unfollow you," you say quietly after a moment. "Don't," he breathes, scooting next to you on the sofa. Before you can even process it, his lips are on yours and your hands are tangled in his hair. Looks like World War Three ended in a truce.... 

Louis: "Look's like it's someone's time of the month," Louis whistles, rolling his eyes as you complain about how hot it is in his flat. You'd been here to visit Harry, a good friend of yours, but you'd just missed him and he wouldn't be back for a bit. This was not good. You and Louis did NOT get along, maybe because you two were so similar and both constantly sharing Harry's attention. "Shut up, Lou!" you snap, even though he's right. "It's ALWAYS your time of the month," you sniff, shooting him a glare. "Rude," he mumbles, getting up and raising the air conditioning anyway. "Cold enough for you, princess?" he asks sarcastically, crossing his arms. His very tan, very muscular arms. Connected to his very tan, very muscular body. And his very handsome face with icy blue eyes and stubble and that stupid hairstyle and his stupid perfect jawline and..."You're so sassy," you say quickly, shaking the thoughts from your mind. "You look hot when you're being a diva," he replies, a small smile on his lips. Without thinking, you lean over towards him and pause inches from his face. "Finally you caught on," he laughs, before cupping your chin and closing the space in between the two of you. "Well, I'll just leave you two at it," Harry whistles, returning to the flat a few minutes later and leaving soon after. 

Zayn: "Gee, nice tattoo. Did a four year old draw it with a Sharpie marker?" you snort, looking at his latest piece of ink. "Nice attitude. Did someone piss in your cereal this morning?" he retorts, shaking his head. You'd been hanging out with Liam a lot lately, having met him through Andy. He was a good friend, but hanging out with Liam also meant hanging out with Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn. The only problem with that, though, was Zayn. As soon as you two met, you two had been feuding (much to Liam's dismay) and it seems like there was no good reason behind it. Except there kind of was. "I hate you," you say simply, examining your nails. "I hate you, too," he replies, abruptly jumping up from his seat on the couch. "I hate you more," you mumble, watching him make his way towards you. He places his hands on either side of the wall behind you, his face inches from yours. "I really hate you," he breathes, pressing his lips against yours. "I don't really hate you," you huff through kisses. "I don't hate you either," he replies, the two of you hardly pausing for air. "Well, I guess this is better than you two fighting all the time," Liam muses with surprise, leaving the room as quickly as he had entered. 

Harry: "Your hair looks like it has enough grease to make french fries," you joke, even though it's totally not true. Anything you can find to make fun of Harry about, you do. He does the very same with you. Ever since you'd met him and Zayn at a party, you and Zayn had become friends and you and Harry...nearly the opposite! "Your coat," he sniffs, eying the fur jacket with distaste. "Has enough roadkill to feed a small country." You raise your eyebrows and look down at your jacket, slightly amused. "Your torso is long enough to use as a table," you say lamely, biting your lip at how extra long his torso looks in the plain white tee. "Your hair is long enough to make into a necklace," he retorts, just as lame, reaching over and running his fingers through your hair gently. "Your eyes are green enough to paint grass with," you mumble, your eyes locked on his. Totally not even an insult. "Your eyes are pretty enough to be their own color," he whispers, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Before you know it, the two of you are in a full-on make-out session, only to be broken up a few minutes later by Zayn