One Direction Preferences Book 2

142. your parents don't approve of your relationship

Liam: "(Y/N), we think...we think you and Liam should...take a break," your mother tells you one day over dinner. You drop your fork and look up at her with shock. "WHAT?" you say, can't believing they'd want you to grow apart from such a perfect gentlemen and a guy you love. "It's just...you two are getting so serious so fast..." your dad tells you. "And you're so young..." your mom replies. "It's my relationship. It's not like we're getting married or anything," you reply, rolling your eyes. "We know, but..." your mom takes a sip of her soda and looks at you with concern. "But, WHAT? Would you rather me whore around with a new boyfriend every week? Can't you just be happy that I'm happy and...in love?" you snap, clearing your plate and storming out of the kitchen. 

Harry: "Look what I saw in the tabloids today," your mom hands you a magazine and rolls her eyes. A picture of Harry walking with a blonde girl. Lou. Lou Teasdale. Their stylist. "He's cheating on you, I know it!" You roll your eyes at another one of your mom's accusations. "Ma, that's their stylist. He isn't cheating on me," you reply, annoyed. "Fine. But how about all those other photos? He's a girl-crazy member of a boy band. I think you're just another notch in his belt," she says, concerned. You feel like you've been slapped in the face. "Mom. That's complete and total bull SHIT," you snap. "Don't curse, young lady!" she replies. "I'm only looking out for YOU!" You shake your head and toss the magazine in the trash. "Well I can look out for myself and I know he'd never cheat on me. He's a perfect gentleman, not a man whore. So just STOP trying to pull us apart!" you say angrily. 

Zayn: "I really don't like this," your father says, looking up from his newspaper. Zayn had just left moments ago and you were still standing in the doorway watching his car pull away. "Like what?" you ask. "THIS. You and...that tattoo'd boy. He smelled like SMOKE. He smokes? He has tattoos! Next thing I know you'll be all inked up and dying of lung cancer!" he says, shaking his head. You almost laugh at his crazy exaggeration, but think better of it. "Dad, stop. You know I'd never do that," you sigh. "I don't think I know what you'd do anymore. Sneaking out late, dating a boy covered in tattoos...." your mom interjects. You roll your eyes. "He hardly has any tattoos, plus I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions," you snap, annoyed at your parents' ganging up on you. "We know, sweetie...but we just..think he's a bad influence..." your mom trails off. "Bad influence? Right, that's why I've yet to have a tattoo and I've got straight A's and I'm always home by curfew," you say, rolling your eyes and heading to your room. 

Louis: "Sweets, I just...I think he's gay," your mom explains. She'd been bugging you about you and Louis' relationship, asking tons of questions and shaking her head in disapproval at your answers. You burst out laughing, but then see her serious expression. "Wait. You're serious?" you choke, biting back a laugh. "Well, I mean, he's always got nice outfits..." she explains. "It's called having GOOD TASTE," you reply. "And he's always shopping..." she adds. You roll your eyes. "Plus, I saw this thing online...Larry Stylinson Analysis...." You finally lose it, doubling over in laughter. "Mom. Seriously? You read those? Those are just over-exaggerated pieces of bull shit," you reply. "I don't know it seemed legit..." your mom says, shaking her head. You shrug and grab an apple from the counter, taking a bite. "Whatever, have fun shipping Larry Stylinson, mom." 

Niall: "You've come home drunk the second time this month," your dad says angrily over breakfast. You look up from your cereal sleepily. "Yeah? And? I'm of drinking age, and I got home safe. I didn't drive drunk, I didn't do anything stupid...I was with Niall," you say, stirring around your cereal. "Oh, of course," your dad mutters. "Of course WHAT?" you ask. You may be hungover, but you weren't deaf. "Well, of course you were with NIALL. That boy is going to end up an alcoholic, I swear. Since you started dating him..." your dad shakes his head and takes a bite of his toast. "Dad. Seriously? He's hardly an alcoholic. I hate to break it to you, but I'm not Daddy's Little Girl. With or without Niall I'd be doing the same drinking and partying," you explain, rolling your eyes. "PLUS, Niall's the one who always makes sure I get home safe. You should be thanking him, not blaming him."