One Direction Preferences

#46: Frat boy AU

Niall:The main one in the fraternity and quite popular among the ladies, always found with one of those snap backs attached to his head, few blond strains falling down his eyes. The ray of that Irish accent you happen to hear seems to be just one of the many things he uses to secure his never-ending list of hook ups. You hear about him quite often and can’t help but roll your eyes at that overly cliched thing, but you wonder is there anything important to him besides parties and getting drunk. If you new any better, an answer would be simple - you.

Zayn:"You’re very quiet", you notice, dizziness in your head making you want to sit down next to the boy on which you had your eyes on since entering. "Not really my scene", he shrugs, the warmth of his eyes never leaving a cup rested in between his fingers. "Not mine either", you smile to yourself, that bit of alcohol in your body making the conversation come easier. You notice him shifting, plain smile spreading over the fullness of his lips as he tilts his head towards you, that eyes meeting yours. "Zayn", he finally says.

Louis:You have your eyes set on him since entering, but don’t notice him having fun nor talking. In fact, he just stands there in the corner, red cup attached to his fingers keeping him company as he carefully observes the situation happening in the house of his own fraternity. It’s a treasured moment when he finally shifts his eyes, that sparkly blue coming in your vision. You’ve noticed him before, on that same place, with that same expression, but never approached him - you feared rejection. He doesn’t like the fraternity very much, but he stills seems to be the main one, bullying and scaring his way to the top. He liked to have the control over the entire house and that’s what he planned while standing and observing you from the distance during the every party you attend. He’ll get you. You’re his.

Liam:The main one in fraternity by night, huge jock by day. Simple as that. His entire life. Those are rare occasions when you pass him in the corridor, few of his fellow jock keeping him company, a bag attached to your shoulder. You sigh in discontent when he doesn’t notice you. And you fear that you’re just another blurry silhouette of a girl in his eyes, your image not good enough to build a proper vision in his eyes. If you knew any better, you’d be sure that he had his eyes on you for the longest time, attending every party, just waiting on your to show up so he can finally make you his.

Harry:He’s the soul of every frat party, always accompanied with loads of people which are lucky to be around him. With that snap back attached to his head, he seems to be quite popular with the ladies, never going back to his room without at least on of them. You just roll your eyes at your friend’s warning that you’re the next he planned; he’s just a boy, nothing else. But when he hears of how uninterested you are, the sympathy he feels towards you suddenly increases, making him want to prove himself by making you fall for him that breaking you. But something unexpected happens and he actually ends up falling for you instead, begging you to stay and forgive him for the damage he’s caused.