One Directon Preferences

You Interview Him On The Red Carpet

Liam: "One Direction! You lads look dashing!" you exclaim, motioning for your camera crew to follow. The five all brighten and wave, Liam takes a step forward. "Hello, love, I'm Liam," he says sweetly, waving to the camera. "I know who you are," you smile, holding the microphone between your polished nails. "So, Liam, do you think I could have some of your time to ask a few questions for Celebuzz Online?" you ask, holding out the microphone. The other four boys waggle their eyebrows at the camera and Harry whispers a "Get it in, Payne!" which causes Liam's cheeks to turn adorably pink. "We've got all the time in the world, ask anything," he replies, leaning over the microphone and giving you a smile. "Awesome," you reply, blushing slightly. "First question, if you could snog any artist here today, who would it be?" You raise an eyebrow and he sends a glance over to Harry who gives him a subtle nod. "I hate to be so cheeky, but I'm an honest guy and my honest answer? I'd snog you," he replies shyly, looking at you and then to the camera. The boys all wolf-whistle and catcall, causing you to blush. "I'd have to answer the same, Mr. Payne. I'd totally snog you, too," you reply simply, looking back to your question cards. 

Harry: "Harry Styles! Can I ask you a fe-OH!" you walk over to the curly-haired superstar but trip over the microphone cord, falling right into his arms. "I guess you took it literally in One Thing when we said 'Get out get out get out of my head and fall into my arms instead'," he laughs, his arms still around you, holding you up. You blush and quickly stand up, smoothing out your dress. "Sorry about that, heels and wires aren't a good mix," you mumble, untangling the microphone wire. He gives you a wide smile and shrugs. "Don't apologize," he says simply. "A beautiful girl should never apologize for falling into my arms, especially not the stunning interviewer (Y/N)." Your cheeks are totally red now, and you're about to faint from how perfect this moment is. "Right," you reply, clearing your throat. "So Harry, a few fans tweeted questions and the first one is, 'Aside from Larry Stylinson, which 'bromance' do you think fans ship the most?'" He thinks for a moment, his brows furrowed. "Hm," he begins. "I don't quite know, it's always me and Lou." You nod and turn to the next question. "Okay, Styles. Next question. What has been the best part of your day so far?'," you read. "Hm. Well I would say having pancakes for breakfast, but I think a beautiful interviewer falling into my arms tops that," he says with a wink. "So I'm better than pancakes?" He nods, and wraps his arm around your waist. "Way better." 

Louis: "Do you know where the bathroom is?" you ask Louis, holding the microphone in your fist. "What?" he asks, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He laughs and looks at you with confusion. "I thought you were going to ask me questions?" You shrug nonchalantly and hold the microphone out. "I am. That's a question," you insist. "You're odd, I like you," he says as a reply. "I was kidding, my actual first question is, How do you and the boys choose which colors to coordinate in?" you smile, looking into his icy blue eyes. "Clever one," he begins, rubbing the scruff on his chin thoughtfully. "I dunno, our stylist usually picks. But sometimes one of us will completely refuse to wear a color for some silly reason so we'll change it up. For example, I don't like green." You raise an eyebrow and look down at your green dress. "Oh! No! I mean, I don't like green on me, but on you it looks stunning," he says quickly, saving his ass. "Right," you say smirking. "No, I mean it," he laughs. "Green is nice. The color of...turtles and, uh, grass?" You laugh and nod, what a lovely way to put it. "I hope you don't plan on having a future in clothing sales," you tease, giving him a wink. "My future consists of singing, Starbucks and hopefully a date with a lovely girl named (Y/N), but who knows?" he replies somewhat cheekily, raising an eyebrow. 

Niall: "Niall Horan of One Direction! (Y/N) with Celebuhottie TV, mind if I ask you a few questions?" you grin brightly, calling the blonde over. "Sure," he replies, stepping next to you and waving to the cameraman. "But only if I can ask you some questions, too." You nod slowly and look at the camera, reciting the first question. "Niall, who are you most excited to meet tonight at this event?" He look from the camera to you and smiles. "You, of course." You blush and raise an eyebrow as he takes the microphone. "My turn to ask you a question, Miss (Y/N). Who are you most excited to meet tonight at this event?" he inquires, holding the microphone out to you to respond. "You, of course," you parrot, giving him a wink. 

Zayn: "Zayn, I'm (Y/N) from Teen Star Magazine and I'd like to know if I can ask a few questions?" you smile brightly, stepping next to the dapper Bradford Bad Boi, donning a tux. "Sure thing, love," he replies, his hazel eyes looking at you with admiration. "Great! First question, do you like getting all dressed up for events? Like suits and ties and stuff?" you question. He folds his arms thoughtfully. "Well, I think it's nice sometimes, you know?" he begins, nodding. "I like being casual, but I like being dressed up. What do you think? Do you like getting dressed up? You look lovely, by the way." You bite back a grin and nearly melt at his compliment. "Why, thank you! I have to agree with you on that and I don't know about you lads, but as a girl I always feel a bit extra pretty when my hair and make-up's all done up nice," you explain, preparing to ask the next question. "Well, I think you'd look just as lovely without make-up and with your hair in a messy ponytail or something," he replies shyly, reaching out and running his hand through your curly hair. Your eyes are glued on his and suddenly the interview is an afterthought (until your cameraman clears his throat loudly, snapping the two of you out the moment. Damn camera man!)