One Directon Preferences

You're Both Famous

Liam: "We’re nominated for the same award." You mumbled at dinner. Liam almost choked on his pasta, but saved it as he grabbed his water. "Which award?" He said quietly, looking up at you. "Hottest celebrity of the year." You said quietly. This wasn’t something that you wanted to be worked up about. You just knew that if he won, you’d probably be offended, being the competitive person you were. But he might get upset if you won. "Well that’s pretty cool." He smiled, trying to brighten you up a little. "How do you figure?" You asked quietly. "Well, if we’re both nominated and we’re the only couple that has both of us in it, that makes us like the hottest couple of the year." He smirked, reaching over and pinching your chin, causing you to look up and smile. "You’re gonna win." He whispered, his eyes twinkling in belief. "We’ll see." You could only giggle, your conversation then becoming normal, after all your tension had faded.

Zayn: ”We should record a song together.” He said one day. The two of you were driving home from Starbucks when he popped the idea. “Are you mad?” You laughed, completely thinking he was kidding. “Why not?” He asked, looking over at you for a second before averting back to the road. “All of your fans would turn into terrorists and like murder me.” You giggled, obviously exaggerating. “But actually, love, don’t you think it would be kind of fun?” He smiled, “Zayn, the first thing that’s going to happen is everyone’s going to go mad because you’re recording a song without the guys. The next thing is everyone’s going to go crazy that it’s with me. And finally, your management will never release it. I can guarantee.” He sighed, shaking his head, a careful smile hung from his lips. You sighed, thinking of how happy it would make not only him, but you as well. “I’ll talk to my management, and  you talk to yours.” You smiled finally, reaching over and kissing his shoulder.

Louis: ”This might be a bad idea.” You said finally, him zipping up your dress as you talked about the big night ahead of you. “C’mon, love. It’s not like no one knows. It’s been a year, I’ve gone to at least four of these and was unable to talk to you every time now.” He whined, plopping down on the bed as he polished his shoes. “I know, but what will everyone say?” He looked up and smiled cheekily  “Damn, that One Direction kid is lucky with that woman on his arm.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how stupid that sounded. “Well, you do know how to pull my strings, Louis.” You smiled, walking to your floor length mirror, fixing your hair up as you analyzed the situation at hand. “Alright, fine.” You finally smirked. He jumped up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you.” He giggled, kissing the top of your head lightly before running off to who knows where.

Niall: ”I think it’s time to tell them.” He smiled, kissing your hand lightly. “But we’ve gotten this far.” You laughed, you were referring to the five months that you’ve gone dating without anyone finding out about the two of you. “Your fans will flip their shit, love. They think you’ve been single for three years.” He sighed and shook his head as he pulled you into the elevator up to his flat. “We should do this strategically.” He smirked, the elevator doors closing as he started to recite this long ass plan that seemed almost scripted. “Okay, so if I’m asked if I’m dating someone I’ll say yes, I will absolutely not reveal who but I’ll explain some physical features, you’ll do the same, Twitter will blow up and we’ll get the guys in on it. And the awards show is next month and we can go together and then they’ll know and it’ll be so cool.” “Niall.” You stated firmly, causing his smile to fade a bit. Your witty comment fell from your mouth as his frown broke your heart. “If this is really what you want…” You trailed off and he just slung his arms around your waist as he smiled down at you. “You won’t regret this.” He whispered before catching your parted lips with his own.

Harry: ”When we get married, are you gonna keep your surname?” He asked absent-mindedly one night in bed. His face was tucked into the crevice of your neck and his hot breath sent chills down your neck. This wasn’t a question that would’ve made you uncomfortable or spit out your drink. It was an honest question, and coming from a fiancé, it wasn’t too big of a deal. “Secretly.” You whispered, fingering his locks as he placed gentle kisses down your pulse point. “What does that mean?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbow and drawing a careful line along your jawline as you spoke. “Well, it’s hard to change my name from what it already is because that’s my stage name. When we get married, officially I’ll be Styles but I won’t change my stage name because everyone will be super confused.” You finished your quick rant as you stroked the side of his face and he leaned back into your palm, savouring the touch. “You’re perfect.”