One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#1. First Meeting!

This is my first preference. I hope you all enjoy. : ) :D

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First Meeting!

LIAM: You meet him at a concert. "We have to hurry," your friend screamed in your ear as you rushed to the concert. You two had won tickets and backstage passes to meet the band from your local radio station. "I'm coming, don't worry," you said, letting her pull you into the arena. It was an exciting event and you knew you wouldn't be able to contain yourself when you arrived. Your favorite was always Liam and to see him up close made your stomach turn. The concert came to a close, and you were warm and sweaty from all of the bodies surrounding you. The concert had been even better than you ever imagined. Before you knew it security was pulling you two behind stage to meet the band and you're stomach was twisting even more. You followed security to a back room where you knew the band would be. "Hi girls," Louis said as you reached the room they were in. "Hey babe," Liam said, winking at you. "Nice to meet you two," Niall said. "What are your names?" Harry asked, looking at you guys. "I'm (Y/N) and this is (Y/F/N). Thank you so much for spending the time with us," you said, barely able to stay calm. "No problem," Liam said, looking at the rest of the boys. "I think we should bring them on the tour bus and share our pizza," he said looking at both of you. You made eye contact with him and your eyes dropped to the ground. "You don't have to do that," you said, wondering why he was being so nice to fan. You felt your friend elbowing you and looked up to see a glare. "No it will be a lot of fun," he insisted and the boys looked at him with knowing grins. "If you really insist, then yes, we would love to," you said, looking up at the boy who's voice brings warmth to your ears.

LOUIS: You meet him at the park. "Sorry (Y/F/N), but i've got to go! My dog got off her leash!" you say into the phone before you hang up and chase after her. Your dog is fast and you seem to have lost which way she went. You sit down in defeat on the closest bench, bringing your head into your hands. You couldn't believe this happened to you. "Excuse me miss," you hear someone say from above you. "Does this dog belong to you?" he said, and I looked up. I saw my little baby and jumped up with tears of joy. "Thank you so much," you said, bring your arms around the boy without looking at him. "No problem babe," he said to you and you instantly realized why his voice sounded familier before. You looked up and shock was evident on your face. "You're Louis," you said, bring your hand to your mouth. You quickly set down your dog, making sure you had a firm grasp on the leash. "Yes, I am," he said, nodding at you. "I'm sorry I just can't believe you out of all people happened to be the one who saved my dog," you explained to him in a rush. "Don't worry babe, it was no trouble at all," he said to me with a wink. "Well, thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done without her," you said and he smiled faintly. "And thank you for not freaking out about me being in One Direction," he said and it was your turn to smile. "Of course Louis," you said to him and a new look crosses his face. "This may seem odd, but would you like to go out sometime?" he asked and you couldn't believe what he just asked you. "Sure," you said, and he handed you his phone. "I'll text you the details later," he said before walking away. You sat down on the bench, not sure how you should react to the last few minutes.

NIALL: You meet him at the store. "I'll go get the cookies," you told your mom and made your way towards the snack aisle. You spotted your favorite brand and noticed they were the last ones. You grabbed them and then heard a "No," be shotted at the end of the aisle. "Don't tell me those were the last ones," you heard someone ask, but you couldn't see their face. Two boys had their hoodies up, sunglasses on and a baseball cap shading them. "I'm sorry, here take them," you said as you gave them to the boy. He had an accent that sounded Irish, but you couldn't quite tell who he was. "No, you don't have to do that," he said, handing the cookies back to you. "Did you really just give food back?" the boy who had a british accent next to him said. "Yes, I did," he said taking his shades off. You gasped recognizing him as Niall Horan from One Direction. "Please don't scream," the other boy asked, and you recognized his voice as Liam's. "I'm not going to," you said, and you had to think about what to say next. "Thank you," Liam said thankfully. "No problem, you're lucky I'm not here with my friend. She would probably be blogging about it as we speak," You said and laughed. "You're not really a fan, are you?" Niall asked, looking disappointed. "No, I am. I fell in love with the music before I knew who or what you looked like. My friend fangirls over everything about you guys, and I'm not into that," you explained to them and the biggest look of shock crossed their faces. "What's your name?" Niall asked you and you smiled. "I'm (Y/N)," you told him and he smiled when the name left your lips. "You're different (Y/N)," Niall said and you couldn't help but smile back. "Put your number in," he said, giving you his phone. You put your number in before handing it back to him. "I should go," you said before waving at them. "You guys can keep the cookies," you said and they smiled. "How about this. You come over to our hotel and we can all share the cookies," Niall said and you grinned. "Sounds great, just text me the details," you said and waved before walking towards your mom, forgetting to get a new box of cookies.

ZAYN: You meet him at a tattoo parlor. "Do you like it?" the artist asks as you're looking in the mirror. "It's perfect," you say as you keep looking at it. It hurt slightly, but it was completely worth it. "Nice tattoo," you heard a voice say from behind you. You looked up in the mirror and noticed Zayn Malik was looking back at you. "Thank you," you said and looked down at his arm with a fresh tattoo covering it. "You're getting another one?" you asked as you turned around to face him. "Of course," he said and inspected the tattoo that covered your collarbone. "What's it for?" he asked and you glanced down at your exposed flesh. "Me," you said, giving him a simple answer. It was your favorite quote and it made you feel confident. It was everything you needed in a tattoo. "That's the most perfect answer I've ever gotten," he said, smiling at you. "It's my favorite quote and I wanted to be reminded of it everyday," you explained and he smiled. "I think it's one of the best tattoo's and reason's for it I ever seen," he said. "You're really deep," he said, looking deep into your eyes. "I get that a lot," you said, looking him straight in the eyes, "I can't read you like other people," he shrugged his shoulders, breaking his gaze and looking at the ground. "Is that a bad thing?" You asked him and he shook his head no. "It just makes me want to get to know you more," he said and you smiled. "Would you like to go our for lunch? I'm staving," he said and you nodded. "Did you come here alone?" he asked you. "Yes, I did," you said and you two made it out of the parlor and down the road for some lunch.

HARRY: You meet at Starbucks. "I'll have a mocha latte," you told the cashier who was checking you out. "It's on the house," he said, giving you a soft smile. He was cute, but he seemed like he was too much of a flirt. "Thanks," you said as you walked away and sat down in your normal booth. You pulled out your book to read, but heard your number being called. You set the book down on the table and stepped out of the booth. Before you knew what was happening you felt a hot liquid run down your shirt. You screamed as a searing pain hit your stomach. "Are you okay?" someone asked and you hissed with pain. "What do you think?" you asked him and he rushed towards the counter. Before you knew it he came back and was handing you a cold washcloth. You lifted your shirt and pressed the cold cloth to your stomach, instantly sighing in relief. "I am so sorry about this," he said and you looked up, noticing the brightest eyes looking back at you. You took in the curls and the dimples, then it hit you. "You're Harry Styles," you said and he nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "You should really watch where you're going next time," you said, glaring at him. "Just because you're some big singer doesn't mean you can just run into everyone and expect them to swoon over you and forgive your right away," you said, continuing to glare at him. "Look, I'm really sorry," he said, a look of defeat in his eyes. "I didn't mean to do this," he said, and you sighed. "Sorry about freaking out at you. I believe that you didn't meant to Harry," you said, and he smiled a little. "I will make this up to you," he said and wrote down his name on the napkins he had brought over. "Just text me sometime," he said and started to walk away. "What if I don't?" I asked him as I dried off my stomach. "Then I won't give up until I find you," he said and winked before exiting.