One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: You're Dating One Boy, but Another is your Brother

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Harry: You and Harry had been dating for a couple of months now, and it was the best couple of months you have ever experienced. At first it was weird, seeing as Niall was your brother, but the three of you soon got over that, and everything was like a normal relationship. Today you and the rest of One Direction were going to the beach. You all arrived early in the day, Liam and Louis racing each other like children to the water, leaving you, Harry, Niall, and Zayn to set up the towels and umbrellas. “Harry, can you put some sunblock on my back?” you asked gently, offering Harry the bottle with a smile.

“Sure, (Y/N),” he replied, squeezing some lotion onto his hand as you lifted up your cover up to expose your back. Harry gently rubbed the lotion on your back as you looked around at the beach scenery. Your eye happened to catch Zayn’s as he was shamelessly staring at you.

“See something you like, Zayn?” you teased, and Zayn blushed violently.

“He better not,” Harry and Niall growled at the same time, and Zayn quickly jogged over to Louis and Liam, fear overcoming his face at the tone of his best friends’ voices.

You turned around to see Harry glaring after Zayn, still rubbing your shoulders, and Niall nodding approvingly at your boyfriend. “Good lad. You take good care of him, (Y/N).”

Louis: You paced around the room nervously, wringing your hands and mumbling under your breath. Your boyfriend Louis watched you pace, and after minutes of going back and forth, he finally pulled you down to sit next to him on the couch. “Love, calm down. Everything will be okay.”

“No, it won’t! Zayn is going to kill us! First you, because I’m his sister. But then me! And then we’ll both die, and-.”

“(Y/N)!” Louis interrupted you. “Zayn is not going to kill us.”

“Yes he will!” you argued, fighting to stand back up and pace. “How is he going to react when he finds out that we’ve been secretly dating for three months and that you got me pregnant. I remember him distinctly telling you and the other lads hands off. And you clearly did not keep your hands off!” you ranted.

“Hands off of what?” Zayn’s voice interrupted your nervous chatter, and you yelped, nerved overtaking you.

“Nothing! The furniture! Or Niall’s food! Both require no touching! Am I right, Lou?” I blurted out, laughing loudly. Zayn froze and stared at me.

“You’re lying,” he said. You denied it with a loud scoff and a flick of the hair, but that only made him move closer and sit down in the armchair next to the couch. “No, you always act all nervous when you’re hiding something. So, spill!” he asked, looking excited.

You sighed deeply and moved to sit next to Louis. Louis took your hand in his comfortingly, and Zayn immediately frowned at your joined hands suspiciously. “Zayn, we’ve been dating three months,” you whispered, and Zayn shot up from his seat.

“You’re dating?!” he yelled, and you stood too, trying to calm him.