One Direction Preferences

Punk series: #3 A little bit of truth:

Louis: "Are you okay?" The words left his mouth as soon as he pulled you into the bathroom. "I-I'm okay, I guess. I'm just still trying to comprehend what just happened?" You grumbled and try to fix your shirt but you notice that Logan had ripped off the top few buttons to leave your bra viable to anyone looking. "Here," You look over to see Louis hold out his jacket for you. "It'll be a bit big but there's not much else I can do." You gratefully took it from him and slipped it on. "Why'd you save me?" The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. He let out a loud sigh and sat on the bathroom floor. "I just, I-I really don't know, there's just something about you. I've never met anyone like you. That fucking asshole did the same thing to my sister and I couldn't stop him but I could stop him before he did that to you and that's good enough for me." "Would you have done that for another girl?" "Maybe," He replied, "but I wouldn't be in here talking with them or even had checked to see if they were okay." You moved from your spot standing across from him and slid down next to him. "Well, thank you." He let out a loud sigh as he stood up and tugged on his hair slightly out of frustration. "C'mon. Today's almost over, I'll bring you home."

Liam: "Do you want to explain to me what the fuck just happened?" Liam exclaimed as he was driving you home. You stayed silent, a bit scared of the way he was practically yelling at you. "Hello? I'm not taking you home until you explain." He said as he pulled into a parking lot. "Well?!" "Stop yelling." You mumbled as you refused to meet his eyes. "I'll stop yelling once you tell me what happened." His voice softened a bit but not by much. "Nothing really happened. My boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend, made me skip class with him and he wanted to- he wanted to do things that I'm not ready for. He wouldn't stop. He kept saying I'd enjoy it but I'm not ready and that's where you came in. That's all." Your eyes finally met his and you could see sympathy in his eyes. "Don't do that." You mumbled. "Do what?" "Act like I'm fragile. I've dealt with plenty of things like this, some a lot worse, I'll be fine. Can you just take me home? I don't want to be around you right now." You have no idea where this sudden confidence came from but it's proving very useful right now. Liam only nodded, not saying another word as he drove you home.

Niall: "I'm so fucking sorry that happened. I didn't think my fucking family would do that to a guest of mine." Niall said as he flopped on his bed next to you since you were sitting on the edge. "It's okay, I guess. There wasn't much more you could've done." "I shouldn't have fucking left you alone with them!" He moved so that he sat next to you. "Let's just forget it. That's definitely not my favorite memory this year and I don't want to think about it. I came here to work on our project so that's what we're going to do." Niall quickly agreed and you both worked silently for about half an hour until you spoke up. "Why'd you decide to move here? I mean, out of all the places that you could be, you're here." Niall's face immediately flushed. "I-I, um, I got into a lot of trouble at my old school. I've gotten expelled from three schools and my mother thought that we should have a fresh start. As you can see, it hadn't really gone the way we expected. Everyone still hates me here or they're afraid of me." He ran his fingers through his hair as he refused to meet your eyes. "I don't." You stated but the room quickly fell silent once again. "I don't want to pry or anything and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, I just have a question. Why were you expelled from those schools? What'd you do?" "Honestly? You really want to know." For the first time since he mentioned it earlier, his eyes met yours as you nodded. "Drugs, fights. But I've been clean since then. I don't wanna be like the asshole that I was back then. I've changed, I really have, but people don't seem to realize that and the look at me the same. Can we just work on this project? I don't wanna talk about me anymore."

Zayn: "Don't listen to them, y/n. They're all bitches, especially Marcie." He helped you out of his car and led you towards his house door. He decided that it would be best to skip the rest of the school day so that he could bring you back to his house and clean up the scratches and cut you received. "Yeah, but sometimes words hurt just as bad as a physical pain does." You mumbled from behind him as he unlocked his door and searched his kitchen for a first aid kit. "I know girls like her and that's why she does it. She looks for someone's biggest insecurity and she uses it to her advantage. Now, c'mere and sit in front of me so I can help you." You obliged and he lifted you to sit on the island before him. "What does she have against you anyway? I know she's a bitch but she usually acts like a bitch to certain people for a reason." He dabbed a cut you had on your cheek which caused you to cringe slightly at the sting as he mumbled a quiet 'sorry'. "She's never liked me. I lived here for a while ago but I moved away because of similar issues. I left for about three and a half years but I needed to come back here for family issues. I hoped these things would have stopped but they've only gotten worse and I have no idea what to do about it." "Stand up to her. Maybe she'll respect you then." He suggested but you only shook your head. "I tried that about 4 years ago and I ended up in the emergency room." His eyes went wide for a moment before he realized it and stopped. "I'll be right next to you then. She won't try anything when I'm around." "What about you? Why'd you move here?" It was obvious that your question annoyed him since he pulled away immediately. "It's not important. I should- Let's just bring you home. You're probably tired." He mumbled as he helped you down and led you towards the door without another word being said.

Harry: "Fuck, Not right fucking now!" Harry yelled in frustration as he hit the steering wheel over and over again. "Harry," you practically whispered to him. "It's okay." "It's not fucking 'okay', y/n. This is the worst part of this neighborhood and my car decided to break down here when you're with me." He pulled on his hair as he continued to hit the steering wheel. "I'll be quiet; you won't even know that I'm here..." You murmured. "What?" Confusion washed over his face until he realized what you meant. "No, no. I didn't mean I didn't want to be stuck with you. I meant I don't want anything to happen here. The people here aren't exactly...nice." Silence filled the car completely for a short amount of time as Harry contemplated what to do. "I texted the car insurance they should sent someone here to help but it'll be awhile until they actually get here." He said as he finally looked at you. "So, uh, what did those jerks say to you anyways?" He attempted to start a conversation but his nerves were taking over for some reason. "They kept saying that you owe then something." He practically let out a sigh of relief. "That's it?" "Well, the also kept saying I was 'Harry's girl' but they didn't believe me when I told them I wasn't." His relief faded quickly and was replaced with concern. "They're a bunch of assholes. Don't listen to anything that they say." "But what did they mean when they told me that you 'owe' them?" Part of you didn't want to know but another part was dying to know. "Nothing. Just stay out of it because it's not important." You scoffed at this. "If it wasn't important then why did they try to take advantage of me? Huh?" "Don't talk to me like that," He glared at you "If I tell you then they'll most likely try something else. Listen," He sighed before he continued talking. "I care about you. I don't know why but I do and I don't want them to hurt you. So if they're threatening you, you should stay away from me it's safer." "Harry, I didn-" "It's fine. I take you home then I'll switch gym classes tomorrow and you won't have to deal with me ever again."