One Direction Preferences

Punk Series: #1 How you meet

Louis: You tried to hurry to class since you were already late, but you stopped once you heard yelling down the hall. "I already fucking told you to stop! She's my fucking sister and I don't like the way that you talk to her." You turned around and peaked around the corner only to see some feather- haired boy pushing some jock against the lockers. "I'll do anything to protect my sisters, you asshole. Next time, you won't be so lucky." He says and he pushes the boy away from him. You didn't realize that you were staring at him walking your way until he was about 5 feet away from you. "And who do we have here?" He says as he turns the corner, almost running into you. "Um, I. Ah... sorry." He smirked and pushed you against the wall, his arms at your sides to keep you from escaping. "I only wanted your name, beauty. It's a pretty simple request." He jokes and leans down to your ear. "I'm Louis. I'll figure you name out later since it seems that you're too stunned to even make a full sentence." He said before he pulled away and ran down the hall, leaving you alone and confused.

Liam: "Have you heard about the new guy?" Your best friend whispers to you as she observes him sitting alone in the lunch room. "Some people are saying he's got a gun." She adds. "I doubt that. He doesn't seem so bad." You said to her. "Y/n, He's-" She attempted to say but you just continued talking. "I mean, just because he's got a few piercing's and tattoo's doesn't mean he's all bad." You jumped when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You turned and saw the new guy standing right behind you with a cocky smirk on his face. "I'm glad that you think that, babe." The boy leaned down and whispered into your ear. "My name's Liam by the way."

Niall: "And finally Niall and Y/n are partners." The teacher said, "I'll give you the rest of class to begin the project." Once the teacher finished, you turned to your friend. "Who's Niall? Is there even a 'Niall' in this class?" You looked around and saw that almost everyone was with their partners already. "I think it's that new transfer kid." She paused and looked around the room also. "That's him over there." She pointed to the blond haired boy sitting alone in the corner. You nodded and went over to him, mumbling a quick "wish me luck" to your friend. As soon as you sat down, he had a cocky smirk on his face. "Hey babe. Your house or mine tonight?" You scoffed. "First off, my name is Y/n. Not 'babe'. So don't call me that. And second, I don't know who you are but you're not going to treat me like you're better than me, because you're not. So we're going to finish this project as quick as we can so that we don't have to be around each other." His mouth slightly dropped by the time you finished but he quickly shook it off and smirked once again. "Wow, I wasn't exactly expecting that." He mumbled. "How about we just get on with this then." You say, opening you bio book to start, "let's just get this over with..."

Zayn: Every day you sit in the same spot in you math class. But today, there's a tattooed, jet black haired boy sitting in your spot. He obviously knew that it was you seat too because, once he looked up as saw that you were standing alone and confused, he smirked. "The seat next to me is open ya know, baby." He patted the seat next to him to help prove his point. "O-Ok." You stuttered and moved the chair away from him a bit. "I won't bite. You can move closer to me." His tongue slightly plays with his lip ring as he talks. "I'm okay h-here." He sighs but doesn't reply. It isn't until the end of class that he speaks up. "I'm Zayn by the way." "I'm y/n." You mumbled quietly, packing you thing into your bag. "I already know who you are, Y/n." He also mumbled. Right as you were about to ask him what he meant, he grabbed his stuff and left the room though the class had barely just started, leaving you stunned and alone.

Harry: Everyone knew that there was a new kid. There were so many rumors about him though. Most of them were like, "He got kicked out of his previous school for smoking weed", "His dad owns several guns that he's used before", or even "That he was expelled for almost killing someone at his last school." All of them sounded scary but they were most likely not true. He couldn't be that bad. You thought. That was until you saw him. He was quite intimidating and a bit scary to be honest. And it was just your luck that he was to be your partner in gym class. "You should probably take off your lip ring, don't you think?" You spoke as you hit the volleyball to him. "No," He scoffed, "And I'm not taking my tongue ring out either. Do you take your earrings out before gym?" You didn't reply and focused more on the volleyball. "Didn't think so..." He said and suddenly spiked to ball over the net and ducked under the net to stand next you. "You're doing it wrong. Make sure you're not hitting the ball on your wrists. That'll hurt a lot more. Aim for your forearm like this," He moved your arms so that they were positioned correctly, as soon as he touched you, you felt chills cover your entire body. "T-Thanks..." He nodded and headed back to his half of the net. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...