One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#32.He sees you talking to an ex, and he has to remind you that you're his*

He sees you talking to an ex, and he has to remind you that you're his, but a liitle roughly! ;) ;D

    Harry: You were at a house party one evening with Harry, and when he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek and then disappeared to get your drinks, you were left people watching. Suddenly, you felt a hand on the small of your back. You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend, Logan, smiling back at you warmly. "Y/N, hi! I didn't expect I'd be seeing you here. Who're you here with?" It had been a while since you'd seen him, and he looked good. Older, better-dressed maybe. "I'm here with Harry," you smiled back, feeling kind of awkward. "Boyfriend?" he grinned cheekily. "Yes, he is," you replied more seriously, without hesitation. Logan kept the smile on his face, but his eyes no longer held it. "Harry Styles?" You started to answer, when you felt a hand on the small of your back for the second time that night, much larger and a little more forceful than before. You looked up to see Harry, standing just close enough to be looming over you. "Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?" he asked you, but locked eyes with Logan, looking intense and a little menacing. "Harry, this is-" He didn't listen, but pulled you along with his hand still on your back, ignoring your protests and guiding you into the kitchen. He slid the slated door shut behind you, and you could see his eyes, full of lust and anger, glinting at you from across the dim kitchen, looking almost hungry. Your hands were a little shaky as he walked towards you, his chest against yours, backing you into the counter top and glaring down at you, a crease between his eyes. "I know who that was," he said lowly. "Harry, he's no one to me anymore," you shuddered as his hands gripped your wrists tightly and his hot breath ran over your lips. "That's right," Harry growled, his lips brushing over yours as his hands slid up your arms, fingertips dragging torturously, "he's no one." You moaned softly and Harry pulled your face to his with large strong hands, kissing you roughly, reminding you that you were his and no one else's.

 

       Niall: You and Niall were going out to the bar with some friends for the evening. You hadn't been to this particular bar in a while. After you all found a table and took your coats off, you offered to go get the first round of pitchers, and made your way to the bar. You were surprised to see your ex, Jack, behind the bar mixing a drink. Apparently he'd gotten a job tending bar here since the last time you'd been. He looked up just as you reached the counter and smiled a suprised smile. "Y/N, hey! Lookin' good! How've you been?" You blushed a little, in spite of yourself, and answered shyly, "I'm good, how're you Jack?" He laughed and handed off the drink he'd been mixing. "Fucking swell! Really, really well. Can I get you something?" You looked back to your table and then to Jack. "Three pitchers of whatever beer you think is best," you responded. "I expect a good tip from you, beautiful," he grinned cheekily and turned to the tap to start filling the first pitcher. It was then that you felt warm breath on your ear as Niall put his hands on the bar, one on each side of you as he stood behind you. "Hello, there," he said with an edge in his voice. Goosebumps formed along your arms. "H-hi Niall," you stuttered, and he grinned against your neck, as Jack turned around. "Who do we have here?" Niall smirked, directing the question at you, but looking at Jack from top to bottom, sizing him up. "This is-" you started, but Jack set the pitcher down on the countertop and extended his hand, smiling coldly. "I'm Jack. Y/N and I used to date." Niall shook his hand and snorted, making almost no effort to hide how he felt. "Yeah?" he said, not so much questioning as challenging. He moved his hands from the bar to your hips, turning you around and pulling you into him roughly. He kissed you, slow and rough, snaking his tongue into your mouth and making your head spin. He pulled away slowly and looked to Jack, who had been staring at the two of you, annoyed. "I think you've still got two pitchers to fill, mate," Niall said smartly, and winked at him.