One Direction Preferences

Bad boy AU

Louis: "It's a good thing you're studying to be a nurse, huh?" Louis chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he sat on the counter in the small bathroom. You glared at him as you rinsed the rag that you had used to clean up the blood off his side. Tonight, Louis was stupid enough to pick a fight, not knowing that the person he had chosen was concealing a knife in his back pocket. Niall and Harry rushed him home as soon as possible, knowing that if they took him to the hospital they would find out he was high which would violate his probation and send him straight back to jail. "You're just lucky that he only managed to graze your side with that knife. If he actually managed to stab you, you'd have no choice but to go to the hospital." You rung out the rag before you sanitized the area. Louis flinched slightly due to the stinging that he felt added onto the original pain that he managed to hide. He didn't want you to actually know just how much pain he was in because he wanted you to think of him as your protector and he didn't want him being a wimp to affect that. "But," He reached up, his hand resting on your jaw as his thumb caressed your cheek. "I have the perfect girlfriend who's taking care of me." Just as you finished bandaging him up, he hopped down from the counter, once again, ignoring the pain as he moved and pushed you against the door. "So, so perfect." As much as you tried to be mad at Louis, you couldn't. When his forehead was pressed against yours and his blue eyes meet yours, it was over. You stood on your toes and pushed your lips against his. He may be a giant idiot at times but at least you know that he'll always be your idiot.

Liam: "Y/n," Liam said, pushing you behind him. "Go up to our room. I don't want you to get hurt." "Aww, c'mon Liam." Scott laughed, enjoying how anger he could make Liam just by mentioning what he could do to you. "I just thought I'd drop by to pay you a visit." "We don't fucking want you here. You're not welcome here, Scott. Louis, take y/n upstairs. I don't want her to see this." Liam's eyes never left Scott, almost as if he was making sure that Scott didn't move until you were somewhere safe. Louis took your hand, attempting to pull you towards the stairs but you resisted and grabbed onto the back of Liam' shirt to keep him close. "If you don't want me to see this, then don't do it. You don't have to do this, Liam. Just make him leave then come upstairs with me." You knew that pleading with him wouldn't help but you decided to try it anyways. The boys had told you just how scary Liam could become but you had never witnessed it since he managed to control himself around you, always claiming that you calmed him. "I need to do this, y/n. If I let him get away, this will never end; he'll just keep coming back and I need to keep you safe. Just go with Louis." You lost your will when you realized that nothing would persuade him when he truly believe that he had to protect you. You followed Louis up the stairs and declined his offer of staying with you. Crashes and bangs could be heard from downstairs and you were honestly surprised that the cops hadn't been called due to noise complaints. What seemed like an eternity, although it was probably only 20 minutes, Liam enter the room, instantly flopping down beside you. Before you could even open your mouth to question him, he pressed his lips to yours to silence you. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everything's okay."

Niall: "Don't fucking touch her." He growled, watching as Dylan held his grip tightly around your neck, barely allowing you enough room to breathe but, luckily, it was still possible. "Oh c'mon, Niall. When we finally heard that you got yourself a girl, we couldn't believe it. Just let us rough her up a bit; you'll get her back when we're done." You thought that you had known what you were getting into when you decided to become Niall's girlfriend but practically becoming a hostage to Niall's enemy wasn't exactly what you had expected. "This isn't fucking funny, Dylan. If you don't let her go, I swear to fucking god I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted Niall, his grip slightly tightening on your neck, causing you to reach up to grasp his hand in hopes that you could loosen it a bit. "I know that you won't actually do anything when I have y/n's life in the grip of my hands. You wouldn't want her life to end just because you decided to do something stupid, would you?" Niall's face paled, knowing just how true that statement was but he needed to save you. Niall knew how heartless Dylan was and that he would have no trouble ending your life just to break Niall. "Niall." You choked out, Dylan's hand tightening when you spoke, causing you to shut your eyes in attempt to shut out the pain. "Anything. I'll do anything. Just let her go. She doesn't deserve to get dragged into this shit. She's innocent." Niall pleaded, seeing that there was no other way to save you. At this point, Niall didn't care if he was making a fool out of himself but Harry and Liam were taking too long and if anything happened to you because he was screwing around, he'd never forgive himself. "Exactly. That's why I like her, Niall. I want to be the one to destroy her innocence. You obviously see something in her so I'd like to find out what that is. Maybe," He kept one hand on your neck as his other slipped down before it slid up the hem of your shirt. "I'll just have to take off some of these clothes to see what you see." By now, tears were rushing down your face and the lack of oxygen was making you dizzy, the last thing you could remember before you blacked out was someone pushing Dylan back. His grip was lost, clearly not expecting someone to attack him from behind, and you fell into, who you assumed to be, Niall's arms. "I have you." The familiar voice whispered into your ear and you felt some of his tears fall onto your cheek. "You're alright, baby. I'm so sorry that had to happen. You deserve so much better..."

Zayn: "Don't leave here." Zayn whispering, pulling you close to him so that you could hear him despite the noise of the club. "I'll be right back; just don't move." Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he slipped out of the booth to follow Liam and Louis to the back room. As he was halfway through the crowd, he turned back to look at you and smiled when he saw that you had listened to him. Honestly, you would've been stupid to disobey him because Zayn might not always have the best motives but he always had what was best for you in his mind. You sipped on your drink but you froze when you heard the gunshots. Everyone seemed to panic and, despite the fact that almost everyone there was drunk, they all seemed to panic and push their way towards the door. You instantly stood up, your heart seemed to stop as you looked for Zayn, fearing the worst. You shrieked when a pair of hands rested on your hips and turned around to punch the man, just like Zayn had taught you, but froze when you saw your boyfriend behind you. "I got you, baby." He muttered into your ear, moving in front of you to lead you through the crowd quickly and safely. As soon as you were out, he pulled you into a back alley so that you were out of sight. "Are you okay? Nothing happened right?" His words were fast which only showed just how worried he was. You ignored your shaking hands as you intertwined them with Zayn's, instantly feeling a bit more calm since you knew that Zayn was alright. "I'm good. I just-I wanna go home. I can honestly say that I didn't expect tonight to end up like this..." "Don't worry. Nobody was hurt tonight. That idiot guard that came with us for our 'protection' stupidly fired the gun to scare the others but nobody got hurt, baby. My only concern at the time was that you'd get lost or hurt in that fucking crowd."

Harry: "Baby." His voice echoes through the small apartment as he stumbles through the door. He had said that he would be home after midnight which is why you were surprised to see him home so soon. It was only 10:30 but Harry looked absolutely exhausted as he moved into your arms. "Why are you home so soon, Harry?" You weren't complaining, just curious as to why he's early. "The deal went through easier than we had thought. Zayn and I were expecting a fight or some shit but none of that happened." His eyes fluttering closed as he leaned down to bury his face into your neck. Harry's arms snaked around your waist, making sure that you couldn't escape his grasp. Suddenly, it was like something clicked for him, causing him to pull back and reach into his back pocket. "Close your eyes." He said gruffly, to which you obeyed. You felt Harry circle you, lying a cold chain on your neck. "Open." You turned around instantly, your eyes wide when you realized that he had gotten you a necklace. "Are you gonna go look at it or are you just gonna stare at me." He spoke with a smirk on his face as he pulled you off to the bathroom, you still being unable to speak. Harry loved to spoil you but it never ceased to awe you whenever he brought you something new and expansive and this, this gold chain with an emerald charm, left you speechless. "You didn't have to." You mumbled, your eyes meeting his in the mirror and it was impossible for you to ignore the proud smirk on his face. "No, I didn't have to. I wanted to. You're my girl and I want the entire world to know just how much you mean to me."