One Direction Preferences Part 2

You have a stalker

You have a stalker

Louis: Ever since you had started dating Louis, you felt like you had lost all your independence. He drove you everywhere, and you felt bad. This morning, you told Louis that you were going to walk home from work, just like you used to do before you met him. Now, you were leaving your work, walking briskly. As your hair whipped around your face, you pulled your scarf tighter, shielding yourself from the cold. You had been walking for about 5 minutes, when you heard footsteps behind you. You ignored it, and continued to walk. The footsteps continued, and you didn't want to turn around because you knew that would encourage them, assuming it was someone with unethical intentions. You walked quicker, talking sharp turns, trying to lose them. They too, sped up to keep pace with you. By now you were basically running, and you could see your street ahead. As you crossed onto the grass, your shoe stuck for a moment, and the suspect grabbed your coat. You screamed for Louis as the masked man pulled you to the ground, underneath him. The front door swung open and Louis ran onto the front lawn, tackling the man. Once the weight was off you, you rolled away and called 911. Once they arrived, they hauled the man into the police car, and you ran into Louis' arms, hiding your face in his chest. A nicely dressed lady approached you and asked if you were willing to be questioned. Louis shielded you from her and said, "We're good, thanks. I'm just glad she's safe. Thank you for your time." He lead you into the house, locking the door.

Liam: Last week, Liam asked you to move in with him, to which you obviously agreed. Now, you were about to put your own flat on the market, as you never used it. Once in a while, you would run there to grab a shirt that you needed and whatnot. You hadn't been back in a while. Liam was heading to the studio, so you asked him to drop you off at your flat so you could start cleaning and packing. He dropped you off, pressing a kiss to your temple, telling you he'd be back in a few hours. You moved into the kitchen, noticing the layer of dust that had built up on the table. You picked up the papers, and wiped it down with a cloth. From the kitchen, you could make out the sound of your door's mailbox opening, a letter dropping onto the carpet. You raised one eyebrow, moving cautiously towards it. You picked it up read your full name, splashed across the front in messy letters. No address, not postal code, no stamp. You opened it quickly, and ripped a stained letter from it. You began to read, "(Y/N), you don't know me, but I know you, very well. In just a few moments, we can finally be together-" You stooped reading, feeling tears forming in your eyes. You called 911 on your cell phone, then Liam. You sat in fear, only feeling relief when you heard sirens approaching. The police swung the door open, pulling you outside into an anxious Liam's arms. The police found a small man holding a gun in the backyard and arrested him. As they brought him around the front, he made brief eye contact with you, and yelled to Liam, "You better keep an eye on her, lucky bastard." You sobbed as Liam's arms tightened around you. "No one is taking you away from me (Y/N). Ever."

Zayn: You were staying the night at Zayn's flat for the first time, and you were so nervous. You knew he just wanted to hang out and cuddle, so that made everything a little bit easier. You were cuddled up on the couch, watching the Ring. Zayn was totally immersed, while you couldn't keep your eyes on the screen for more than 30 seconds. You moved your eyes to the left of the TV, and noticed a dark pair of eyes staring at you through the window. You screamed and Zayn said "Calm down babe! It's not that sca-" "NO. Zayn, there's someone at the window." He stood, making his way to the window, watching as a dark frame moved quickly across the grass. Despite your protests, Zayn ran outside, catching the man and throwing him to the ground. "Who the fuck are you?! What do you want?!" His eyes moved from Zayn's face to your's. "Her..." He croaked. Zayn threw a punch, barely causing any damage. "Get the hell out of here, or I WILL call the police." The man stood, trembling. He stumbled off the lawn, struggling to maintain his balance. Zayn made his way back tot he house, rubbing his knuckles. He crossed the threshold, and took you into his arms. "I have to protect my girl, don't I?"

Niall: Just last week, you started to feel as if the fans were beginning to accept you. You really wanted their approval, as they meant so much to the boys. Yesterday, you told them that you would follow some back. In just a few moments, you were getting tons of DM's, which were mostly all positive. One however, caught your attention. "Hi (Y/N). I just want to let you know that I know where you live, and I won't hesitate to use that spare key you have hidden under the plant on the left. I want to hurt you." You deleted the message immediately, but felt your stomach drop when you received another one from the same user. "Don't ignore me, (Y/N), I'm closer than you think..." You slammed the laptop shut, and double checked all the doors in the house, to make sure that they were locked. You also removed the spare key from outside. Niall saw you from his spot on the couch, and questioned what you were doing. "I just don't think it's very safe that we have a key to our house right outside!" You snapped. He looked taken aback, but knew you weren't telling the whole truth. Once you told him about the girl, he blocked and reported her on Twitter, and told you not to follow anymore fans. Soon the entire fandom was on your side. "If you ever get any messages like that again, (Y/N), please tell me. I care way too much about you to let anything happen to you." You ran a hand through his blond locks, kissing him soft on the mouth.

Harry: It wasn't odd to be followed by paparazzi, that came with dating Harry Styles. It was annoying, sure, but you had to get used to it. The boys were in the studio all day,and you were tagging along. Around noon, you were all starting to get hungry, so you offered to run to get food. Harry asked if you wanted security, but you declined. You made it there and back with only a few paps chasing you. One in particular stayed on your case, waiting outside the fast-food place for you, and trying to follow you into the studio. Once everyone left at the end of the day, he was still there. You ducked your head, and grabbed Harry's hand, giving it a small squeeze. He followed you all the way to the car, asking some seriously messed up questions. What was odd was that they weren't directed towards Harry, the were directed towards you. Harry was clearly starting to get annoyed. You all loaded into the van, and started off towards your hotel. To your demise, you could see that 3 large black cars were following you. Once you got to the hotel and started unloading, the black cars unloaded too. The one pap that you recognized made a bee-line for you. Security thought that he was heading for Harry, so they grabbed him and threatened to call the police. "It's not him I want, idiots. It's her." He pointed a shaky finger at you, before he was hauled away by security. Harry's faced turned a dark red colour and he tried to chase after the man. You grabbed his arm, restraining him. "Harry, it's fine. He didn't hurt me." "No one messes with my baby." You ran a hand through his curls and over his frown-lines, smoothing them out.