One Direction Preferences

#50 you don't want love/committed relationships/labels

Harry: Sometimes Harry seems just as opinionated as you about the label of your relationship, leaving it open for interpretation from the fans and media. It's late at night when you're together alone that he tells you how he really feels. "Do you ever think about really being with me?" He asks. You look up at him, his eyes giving away his desire to be with you. "What do you mean Harry?" You reply, fully knowing of the meaning behind his question. He sighs, able to see right through you. "I know it's not what you believe in but one day I want to be able to announce to the world that you're mine and I want to be married one day and having kids and growing old together." He says. You sigh, rolling over so that you're facing him and can speak to him directly. "Harry, I'm yours. No one needs to know that but us. As for the other stuff, we're young and we'll see what the future holds but right now I just want to be wrapped in your arms, safe from the world." You reply, sealing your undercover relationship with a kiss.

Louis: Louis loved a chase. You'd done practically everything with him since the moment you'd met nearly a year ago. You'd become his best friend, his lover, and now he wanted you as his girlfriend. "(Y/N), I don't know why you won't just be with me. We practically already are." He said to you once again. You'd walked out on him after another one of your casual dates, just as friends in your head but so much more in his. "We're not we're two friends." You replied, heading towards the door. Before you could leave he grabbed your waist spinning you around to face him. "Friends don't do the things we do." He said, kissing you as he always did, making you surrender to him once again, feeling you let go of the chase if only for a moment more.

Niall: After only a couple of months of dating Niall he dropped a bomb on you. "I love you (Y/N)." He said just as plain as day as he walked you to your front door. Your eyes went wide and you just stood there, lost for the words to say. "Don't worry. You don't have to say it back if you're not ready." He continued, catching the fearful look in your eyes. You knew you'd be breaking his heart but you couldn't lie to him. "Niall, it's not that I don't love you now. I know that I'll never love you. I just don't believe in it. It always fails." You replied, letting your head hang to your chest. He looked sad for only a moment, flashing a smile at you when he realized this was hurting you just as much as it did him. "Still don't worry. You may not believe in it now but I'll show you love and you'll know it." He said, yelling as he walked back down the steps to his car. "I love (Y/N)!"

Liam: "She's my girlfriend." Those words keep repeating like a mantra in your head. You couldn't stop rewinding the video, listening as he answered the question about you. When the door came open you weren't expecting him, not realizing you'd been looking at the clip for an hour. The rest of the boys are behind him, all laughing as they enter, oblivious to your anger. "Did you watch?" Liam asked, coming straight to you for a hug. You greeted him with a small shove though, making him stumbled back on his heels. "What was that? You know I don't want people saying I'm your girlfriend." You yelled at him. "That's what you are though." Liam replied, a little confused by your reaction. "Now all I'll be getting is hate and criticism from everyone!" You screamed, startling all the boys including Liam. Ignoring your attempts to fight him off he pulled you into his arms, holding you to his chest. "I'll take care of you. No amount of hate could draw me away from you." He said, kissing the top of your head in assurance.

Zayn: "Who is he?" Zayn asks through gritted teeth, becoming even more frustrated as you move through the house as if nothing's happened. "I can't believe you'd just go and cheat on me. Everyone knows." He continues, his loud, furious voice belting at you. You shrug, moving to the kitchen to pull out the dinner you ordered in for the both of you. "Zayn, I'm not cheating on you. I just want to be free. We're young. We don't need to be tied down just yet." You say. For a moment Zayn looks as though he agrees with you but his face turns to hurt and then anger again, a spray of emotions taking over him. He doesn't give you the chance to speak again, pulling you into his arms and holding you there with all his strength and forcing his lips to yours, claiming you. "You're mine." He breathes into you, never disconnecting or loosening his grip. "Mine. You got that?" He never waits for you to answer, taking you away to make you his own possession.