One Directon Preferences

Insults from Interviewers

Liam: "So, I hear your girlfriend has been packing on the pounds." The interviewer blurted, causing all five of the boys to drop their jaws. "That is so rude.” Louis snapped, “She’s fucking perfect.” He started, getting ready to blow at this guy. Of course all the boys became protective, knowing about the pregnancy that hadn’t been announced yet. “It’s alright Lou, I’ve got this.” Liam sighed, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at the interviewer. “You have not only ruined my day, but most likely my girlfriends if she hears about this, I’m not going to tell her about this. This means you aren’t going to air this and this means if her day is ruined, so are you. Got it?” Liam snapped, all the guys up and close to the door at this point. The interviewer nodded nervously. “And if you air this, I will sue your asses so hard. I just made more money than you do in a year, so don’t even try.” He pointed at the crew, noticing that thankfully the cameras were already off. “Don’t expect us back.” He said before turning towards the door and stomping out, a good five feet in front of the other four.

Zayn: "You’re leaving her soon right?" The interviewer asked on the topic of you, "Umm, what makes you think that?" Zayn asked quietly, never even having the thought run through his mind. "Well, she is a little annoying, you have to admit.” Zayn laughed, a sarcastic laugh and then stopped to stare hate at the bloke “No.” “Well, I mean, it’s not that she’s annoying, but don’t you think she might be using you?” He went on, defending himself. Zayn had to restrain himself, the interview was live. “I don’t want to get into this, I know I’m not supposed to talk about it and I know a lot of people out there don’t want to hear about it, but I’m really sorry. (Y/N) is perfect, and I hate that some people can’t except the fact that I’m happy. She’s not using me, she still has troubles letting me pay for dinners. And she’s a Starbucks Barista. So don’t.” He said carefully, and the interviewer did his best to recompose himself before moving on. Making the rest of the interview extremely awkward, all five of them just itching to leave.

Louis: "How did one of the richest blokes in the world end up with one of the most damaged people in London?" The interviewer smirked, trying to make a joke of your unfortunate past. Louis immediately looked up at him, no emotion showing at all on his face. Even the audience gasped at the rude comment. Louis sat up, placing his elbows on his knees as he started picking at his fingernails. "She’s great thanks for asking, oh and thanks for bringing up the fact that her whole family is dead and thanks for bringing up her PTSD and thanks for bringing up all of the mental conditions that I will gladly help her through, she might be damaged but she is the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. I ended up with her because she needs me and I need her, and I’m not leaving her for anything. So yeah, fuck it." He smirked, standing up from the couch with a wipe at his cheek, ridding the stray tears that he hadn’t even noticed. 

Niall: "You don’t need her, she’s a bitch anyway, right?" The interviewer smiled, flipping through some cards, looking for the next topic. "What the fuck?” Harry snarled, “They just broke up, why would you bring that up?” He asked and the interviewer looked up baffled. Niall had his head in his hands and Liam was rubbing his back, talking to him, calming him down. “She’s not a bitch, they broke up because of the tour. That’s no reason to be such a douche.” Harry sighed standing up. The crowd had no idea what to do, but everyone felt bad about Niall. “Sorry.” Niall stood up and made his way to the side of the stage, Liam and Zayn close behind him. “Did you really have to bring her up? We just got him calmed down.” Harry finished, getting up and walking the same direction, leaving Louis to stand and glare for a couple of seconds before walking off.

Harry: "She makes you happy, yeah?" The interviewer asked and Harry nodded gratefully. "It’s good that she’s a nice person, because she is very ugly. Am I right?” The interviewer laughed, and harry smiled sarcastically. “Actually you’re wrong.” Niall smiled, “I think she’s like the hottest person I know, sorry mate.” He nodded at Harry and he just shrugged, looking down at his feet, trying not to blow. “Dick.” Louis muttered. “Oh come on guys, you can’t be serious.” The interviewer laughed, a picture of the two of you coming up behind them. “Fuck you.” Harry finally snapped. “She’s more beautiful than anyone you’ve ever even met. I may look like a fucking player, but I had to beg, hands and knees for her. She is absolutely perfect and you’re the only one who doesn’t think so. And plus you’re gay, how could you possibly try and make me tell you that my girlfriend isn’t pretty when you aren’t even attracted to women. Are you jealous? Do you hate her for some reason? You know what? I don’t need this. Don’t ever contact us again.”