One Direction preference

Frat boy time.

Harry: "Well, there they go again." Your classmate nodded towards the entrance of the cafeteria, turning her head from her book and sandwich just as everyone else in the room seemed to be doing. You hadn't even noticed that you were rolling your eyes. "And why exactly do you hate them so much? Would it be the popped collars, the constant need to walk in packs, or would it be the insanely hot and cocky president and leader, Harry Styles himself?" She laughed, raising her eyebrows quizzically. Just as you were beginning to go into answering her question you were interrupted by the sound of palms pressing to the table, none other than Harry himself leaning forward as he spoke to both of you. "Did I hear my name?" He cocked a brow, giving you both that smile that every girl at your school swooned over. "You did. I was just asking (Y/N) why is it that she doesn't exactly like you and the rest of your frat brothers when everyone else seems to." Harry was amused by this. "Probably because she likes to go against anything that's remotely popular and liked by everyone. You know she always has to be different than everyone else." He insulted you though you didn't take it to heart as you were always doing the same to him, shrugging nonchalantly as he spoke quietly into your ear, struggling to keep your composure as everyone's eyes fell on you in the large cafeteria, the university's golden boy speaking to you. "Or maybe it's because you know you're just as weak for me as everyone else around here. I think that could be slightly true on account of you screaming my name, trembling last weekend."

Louis: The boys of Pi Alpha Alpha were known for their outrageously packed parties, beer kegs littering the yard along with other hormonal college students. You walked shyly through the house, finding a spot against the wall alongside your friends, gripping your cup of beer that honestly tasted of vomit. "Having a good time?" Looking to your right you noticed a guy approaching you and your friends, wearing a sweaty black t-shirt with his too long hair pulled back by a headband, nearly scraping his shoulders. You shrugged, nonchalantly sipping your drink. "It's okay. It's my first party." You admitted, his eyes widening in shock. "But it's the middle of the semester. How could you not? Come on, let me give you a little tour then. I'm Louis." He nodded, completely polite and fixing your skewed view on frat boys, that they were only drunken, probably assholes only looking to hook up. In fact, Louis seemed all about service and he was even kind, though he did like a nice party.

Niall: You heard his laugh from where he stood at one end of the table that had been lined with red solo cups. His eyes were red from intoxication but he still seemed alert as he pulled you by your waist to his side. "Blow on this for me babe." He held his hand up to your lips, the small white ping pong ball still wet from being inside a cup filled with beer. "How about I play?" He shrugged, pressing his lips to the unsanitary ball before handing it back to you. You tossed it easily, having little practice at beer pong but a lot at tossing scraps of paper into your trashcan while you wrote, cheers sounding all around you. Again and again you made your shots, Niall pressing his lips to yours in victory once you'd won the game for the both of you. A single kiss lead to you upstairs in a bedroom of his fraternity house for a night he probably wouldn't remember and that you wouldn't let him forget.

Liam: Liam had been distant lately, your relationship on the fence as the semester wore upon the both of you. Though you were busy with classes Liam seemed to have more going on, always claiming to be studying even into the latest hours of the night. The times you'd been together his mind seemed preoccupied and he left early. Will you meet me in the quad at 7 tonight? He texted you. Of course, a public place to break up so you'd have to hold yourself together. Still, you went to the quad at the time he requested, Liam nowhere in sight and a small crowd gathering, forming a circle where you stood at the front, turned away so that you could try to find Liam somewhere. You turned, facing seven guys, all masked and standing in a line, making you realize you'd stumbled upon a probate. You looked around, trying to move your way out of the circle until you heard that voice that you'd recognize from anywhere, belting out as he began his first stroll along with the other members of the fraternity, making you not only forgive his absence while he was pledging, replaced with a completely proud feeling, but also making it up to you in the months to come.

Zayn: "Oh my gosh. There he is." The tapping at your shoulder let you knew that he was there. The boy with the thick-rimmed glasses who'd always found himself with headphones plugging his ears. Looking up with a smile you took notice of his shirt, three Greek letters printed across the front. "What is that? Kappa Kappa-" You hadn't noticed how loud you were, or that he hadn't had actual music playing until he finished for you. "Psi. Kappa Kappa Psi." He cocked a grin at you, leaving the empty table he'd claimed to join yours, smirking as your cheeks reddened a little. "It's a professional fraternity, music based to be exact. I'm a double major in music and art. We actually have Art Appreciation together. It's (Y/N) right?" He nodded at the same time you did, leaving you speechless as he exuded power, controlling the room with just his presence and a simple conversation. "I want to say that you're a business major so we probably ended up in class together because you're taking it for gen-ed or because you just take interest in the arts but that's just me remembering you from when you introduced yourself on the first day of class. My next move to get your number would be counted as networking." He winked, letting you know that he wasn't simply networking, just as someone called from across the room, "Shutup Malik, it's called flirting."