One Directon Preferences

He Hears One Of The Other Boys Talking Bad About You (His POV)

Liam: I look around at the dancing crowd and my four buzzed boys and sigh--another 'fun' night of drinking and partying. It's not that I couldn't drink--I just was not fond with being controlled by alcohol, not controlling what I say or do. I missed (Y/N). I slide out my phone and send her a quick text, watching from the corner of my eye as Harry and Niall jokingly slap each other's bums. "So, who you texting? (Y/N)?" Zayn slurs, rolling his eyes. I nod and tuck my phone back into my pocket, crossing my arms. "All you do is talk to her, she's so fucking clingy and desperate," Zayn sniffs, taking a sip of his beer. My jaw drops and it feels like a slap in the face. I know he's drunk, but it doesn't make the comment any less hurtful. My hands clench into fists and I shake my head. "She's not any of those things. You know what?" I grab my coat and shake my head. "Find your own fucking way home tonight." I leave the bar and I'm a bit surprised at myself. I just cursed at and told off one of my best friends...but he was badmouthing my girlfriend....With a reluctant sigh I head back inside--I can't leave him to find a way home. Last time that happened he ended up at a tattoo parlor about to get some kind of fruit inked on his buttcheek. "Li! You came back!" Zayn exclaims, wrapping me in a hug. "Sorry, sorry. The pints are messing with my noggin." He taps on his head and I can't help but laugh. "It's fine. Let's get you home, then." 

Louis: I'm not going to lie--I am sassy. I'm known for being a bit sassy and I am, I totally am. Well, maybe not sassy. I'm just pretty defensive especially of the people I love. Especially of (Y/N). Just thinking about her makes my eyes light up just a tiny bit. "What's got you all cheerful?" Niall yawns, noticing my smile from across the plane. We were all on a flight to Long Island for a show and it was really late. "Just thinking about (Y/N)," I admit, running my fingers through my fringe. "Ugh, Louis," Niall groans, hitting my knee with his pillow. "(Y/N) is a gold digger." I raise an eyebrow in surprise and annoyance, getting up and sitting further away from him. "She's not even close to a gold digger. You're acting like a real ass hole, Niall," I snap, shaking my head. Niall frowns and pouts, his blue eyes wide. Ugh. No one can resist the pout. "Sorry, I just...I dunno, I miss you man. You never hang out with me and the boys anymore," he says softly, picking at a thread on his pillowcase. "Aw, Niall," I sigh and walk over to him, wrapping him in a hug. 

Zayn: "What do you honestly think of Eleanor?" Louis takes a sip of his soda and looks around at the boys and I, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "She's pretty," Liam smiles, giving a shrug. "She's nice," I yawn, leaning against Liam's shoulder. "All she does is shop and drink Starbucks," Harry sniffs. Niall laughs and Louis bites back a smile. "What do you all honestly think of Danielle?" Liam asks, his face brightening into a smile with the mention of her. "She's gorgeous," Harry muses, running his fingers through his curls. "What do you all honestly think of (Y/N)?" I ask quickly, joining the little 'game'. "She's kind of annoying and loud sometimes," Liam says quickly, then covers his mouth. "Sorry, I mean..." I lean away from him and bite my lip. "Well," I say icily, crossing my arms. "Zayn, I just mean...she's really nice but...sorry..." Liam offers, giving me an innocent frown. I soften and pat his arm. "Whatever, Liam," I say finally, knowing he means well. 

Harry: I kiss her good-bye and watch her leave the flat, her heels echoing as she heads back to her car. She had a nice bum. I close the door and walk back into the flat, noticing Louis' sitting on the couch looking at his phone with his peeved expression. "What's up with you?" I sigh, plopping down next to him and burying my head against his shoulder. He tenses and shakes his head. "Nothing. Just...(Y/N) is kind of...don't you think she's a bit slutty? I mean the dress she was wearing and she was all over you..." Louis says quietly, raising an eyebrow. I quickly jerk away from him and furrow my eyebrows. "You know what, Louis? I love her and I don't care what you think. You always find something to pick at and complain about for everyone," I growl, jumping off the couch and walking to the other side--far away from him. His face softens and he sighs, getting up and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to hurt you and I guess...I shouldn't be so quick to judge," he apologizes, messing up my hair. I sigh and nod, forgiving him automatically. He was so easy to forgive and I know he meant well. 

Niall: "So? What did you guys think of her?" I look around at the four nearly buzzing with excitement. They'd just met (Y/N) for the first time and I hope they loved her as much as I did. "She's really fit," Zayn smiles, giving me a high five. I laugh and nod, my cheeks flushing pink. "Eh, I thought she was kind of boring," Harry shrugs, playing with a string on his bracelet. I frown and let out a sigh. "Why do you think that? I don't think she was boring," I say defensively, a bit annoyed to be honest. "She was just really nervous to meet you guys. Can you blame her?" Harry looks up and frowns, his green eyes softening. "Aw, Niall. I didn't mean...I know she must've been nervous..." he begins, frowning and wrapping me into a hug. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he holds me tighter. "I'm not letting you go until you forgive me," he sings, nuzzling my shoulder. I can't help but laugh and agree to forgive him. I'll prove him wrong--(Y/N) is NOT boring. She was just really nervous is all.