One Direction and Zayn Mailk Preferencesツ

He drags you into a photoshoot

Liam: Liam had been standing, the focus of bright flashes and authoritative commands, for about 20 minutes in the middle of a white-washed backdrop.  He was smiling his puppy dog smile, but it was the kind he usually gave off when he didn’t really have anything to be happy about.  You saw it all the time in his photos with fans.  You were leaning on the wall, a bit to the side.  You think maybe he’d forgotten you were there.  You just wanted his real smile to show so you could be done and go to lunch like you planned, but unfortunately, the photographer saw through the feeble grin and just grew more frustrated.  “Come on!  What makes you really happy?  What is your all-time, favorite thing in the world?” the photographer nearly shouted impatiently.  You saw Liam’s eyes flicker in your direction.  He ran over, and smiled a mischievous little smirk.  He grabbed your hand and dragged you front and center.  “Liam…” you mumbled.  But your protests were shushed when the photographer began to exclaim things like, “Brilliant!” and “A little to the left.”  You looked up at Liam, and he was beaming, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, staring down at you.  This was the signature, contagious Liam Payne grin, one that could not be faked.

Zayn: He was relaxed against the wall of some inner city building, giving off his most convincing smolder.  Zayn’s eyes were narrowed, and his lips pouted ever so slightly.  Every so often he would give off a coy smirk, but they were short lived and poser-ish.  The light was very good today, overcast but bright.  You hugged your elbows against the slight chill and stood in the background, amidst Zayn’s makeup artists and publicists.  They were all chattering excitedly about this or that, and you weren’t really paying attention.  Just when you thought things were beginning to wrap up, you felt a raindrop.  Then another, and another.  You groaned.  You heard the photographer say something about going inside and waiting for the rain to pass.  You just wanted to get out of here.  Zayn had been so busy, you were finally so close to having him all to yourself.  You were not looking forward to delaying your plans any longer.  But as that crew headed inside, you saw Zayn striding towards you.  He held out his hand.  “Would you like to dance?”  You just stared at him, stunned.  “What?  Are you okay?”  He just stared, hand hovering.  “But… There’s no music!”  Then you heard it, the gentle rise and fall of the rain on pavement, wind funneling through the streets.  It was closer to pouring now, but you didn’t care.  Nature knew music, it had the most raw and basic understanding of the word.  Zayn swooped you around the deserted street, spinning and twirling, with no real direction.  Only when you heard the excited clicking of cameras did you realize Zayn looked a mess (and you probably did too).  But maybe, you thought, that’s the point.

Harry:  “Smile for me babe!” the young woman shouted, directing her camera at Harry.  Harry grinned, dimples on full display.  “Wow, lovely!” she said, snapping a few from varying angles.  “Now can we get something different?  A little more mature?  Maybe a little sweeter?”  Harry just stared at her like “I have no idea what else you want from me.”  “C’mon babe!” she commanded.  In spite of yourself, you laughed.  He looked like a little lost puppy.  “Don’t you know how to be cute?” the lady said, exasperated.  “I know someone who is cute,” he said slowly.  She looked at him like he was mad.  Harry skipped over to you, grabbed your hand, and dashed back into place.  “See?” “Yes, but-” the photographer began uncertainly. “Babe,” you said uncomfortably, but you felt his lips on your cheek.  Instantly, you were blushing.  Furiously.  “Stop it!” you giggled.  “No!” said the photographer fiercely.  “Perfect!”  She then proceeded to rave in several different languages, while you and Harry laughed, tickling each other.

Niall: Niall forced out a smile.  “Work with me here!” the photographer shouted forcefully.  Niall just shrugged.  “I don’t know what to do man.”  At a loss, and probably tired from the lack of response, the photographer groaned, “Take 5 everyone!”  The crew was off the set in less than 15 seconds.  You slid up next to Niall.  “Hey babe,” you tried consolingly.  “Ugh it’s so frustrating!” he shouted.  “I’m never like this.” “It’s obviously just ‘cause your girl’s here,” said Louis, popping up out of nowhere.  Niall wasn’t fazed.  “What does that mean?” “Loosen up!” Louis urged.  “Here, let’s practice.”  He picked up one of the cameras, forgotten in the mad dash to the vending machines.  “Smile!” he said teasingly, blinding the two of you for a moment with the flash of the camera.  Niall just continued to stare blankly.  You grinned at Lou, then turned to Niall.  “Yeah! Smile!” you said, poking him in the ribs.  “Hey watch it,” said Niall laughing, poking you back.  You heard Lou clicking away.  “Are you supposed to be-?” you began.  “DON’T INTERRUPT THE CREATIVE PROCESS!” Louis shrieked.  Both you and Niall laughed.  “Pose for me now,” said Louis in a faulty French accent.  The two of you struck a dramatic pose.  “Fab-u-lousss!” Louis sang.  He began shouting orders left and right that you and Niall struggled to keep up with and had a hard time taking seriously.  Louis, however, stayed in character, even after the fuming photographer returned to see you making a mockery of his shoot.

Louis: Louis was being his usual, mayhem-causing self.  The photographer only wanted a smirk, but being the child he was, he made a completely inappropriate face while doing jumping jacks.  This was how he was with every command issued by the photographer.  He was over the top.  Despite the fact you knew he was wasting the time of these hard working people, you were still struggling to maintain your composure, because inside you were doubled up laughing.  Frustrated, the photographer asked Lou what it would take to calm him down.  He replied with something vulgar.  The photographer groaned, but you saw the other boys off to the side concealing their laughter behind hands.  One of Lou’s publicists skidded up to you and desperately hissed, “Do something!”  You looked at her, wide-eyed.  What were you supposed to do about it?  The publicists shoved you forward, into a spinning Louis.  “Lou-” you tried before he really noticed you were there.  “(Y/N)!  So happy you could join me!” he shouted, ecstatic.  He then proceeded to grab your hand and twirl you around.  Before you knew it, you’d forgotten why you were sent to speak to Louis in the first place.  The two of you were just laughing, moving around in dizzying circles.  The next thing you heard was his publicist exclaiming, “That’s the shot!” gesturing to the two of you goofing off.