One Direction Preferences

Punk series: #5 He agrees to go on a "date" with you

Y/f/n = your friends name

Louis: Nothing. It was like Louis just dropped off the face of the earth completely. Nobody had seen or heard from him. "I don't know why you're obsession over him," Your best friend said while you were walking home. "That's all you've been talking about lately. There's probably a reason that he's gone." "You just don't understand. He saved me from being raped, y/f/n. I want to know where he is, what if something's wrong with him?" You huffed. She just doesn't understand this, you thought. "Look, if it's bothering you so much, I know this guy. He is, well he was, friends with Louis. He told me he and Louis use to work together at that Mexican place on the corner. He got fired but Louis must still work there and he still works every other weeknight." "So he should be there now!" You exclaimed as you hugged her tightly. "I have to go see him. I need to talk to him! Thank you y/f/n!" You yelled as you began running towards the restaurant. By the time you reached the restaurant, you were out of breath. "How many?" The blonde waitress said as soon as you walked in the door. "Just one." You said as you attempted to even out your breathing. She led you over to the table and, as soon as you sat down, you began looking for Louis. "Can I start you of with any drinks?" Your head snapped up as soon as you heard his voice. He's actually here, you thought. He continued to focus on his notepad but finally looked up when he realized you weren't answering. "Fuck," He cursed under his breath. "Why are you here, y/n?" He said as he closed his notepad and pulled on his hair. "Please, talk to me, Louis. You just can't ignore me like this." He sighed and slid in the booth next to you. "I can't talk for long, my boss will fucking kill me. I already told you that you shouldn't be around me. You saw what happens just by association with me. Please, just this once if anything, listen to me." You stared at him in disbelief. "What? No, you can't be serious. Just hear me out, please," You said, attempting to take his hand in yours but he quickly pulled away. "You said you have feelings for me. Let's hang out together, as friends, and then you can decide what you want us to be. I know you think you're doing what's best but I don't think so." By the time you finished, Louis' face was red and flushed as he pulled on his hair. "Y/n, I don't know." "Just one time, Louis. That's all I'm asking." "Just one," He confirmed. "And we'll see where it goes..."

Liam: This is crazy, you thought, I really shouldn't even be here. Pushing those thoughts very far away, you reached up and knocked on his front door. There was a slight ruckus behind the door before a short, middle aged, blonde woman opened the door. "Hello! Can I help you, sweetheart?" She, who you believed to be Liam's mother, sounded completely kind and genuine-almost the complete opposite of Liam. "Is Liam here? I really need to talk to him..." She looked shocked once you finished talking. Maybe Liam doesn't get many visitors, you thought. "Yeah... Come right in," She paused and stepped aside to allow you to enter. "He's in his room. He doesn't really leave it much so it's pointless for me to call out and tell him you're here. You can just go upstairs and his room is the last door on the left." You nodded as you headed towards the stairs before his mother spoke again. "And good luck up there." She quickly gave you an encouraging nod as you ventured up the stairs. Not even halfway up the stairs, Liam's room was easily distinguished from the rest with the rock music blasting from it. Knocking loudly on the door, you heard the clattering objects and cursing from behind it. "What?" He said as soon as he opened the door, rather rudely in your opinion, but his whole mood quickly changed from annoyed to shock as soon as he realized that it was you he was talking to. With the music still blasting in the background, he continued, "What are you doing here y/n? Who even let you in here, let alone outside of my room?" "Your mother." You said, pushing him out of the way and plopping down on his bed. "Just let yourself in, y/n. I mean it's not like it's my room or you're invading my privacy or anything." He says sarcastically, turning off his music as he leans against his windowsill, his eyes never leaving you once. "Were you really in jail, Liam? How come it seems that everything is against you? Is it the new town or just you troubled past or whatever it is?" You continued to ramble on but stopped once Liam groaned dramatically. "You ask so many questions, you know that?" "And you don't seem to answer any of them. I want to know this, Liam. Everyone in this town hates you and I don't understand why. You may act like an asshole sometimes but that's no reason to hate somebody." Liam seemed to wear the same shocked look that his mother by the time that you finished ranting. "You really think I'm different?" You nodded. "Why? You know what everyone thinks of me yet you believe I'm different? Am I some sort of charity case to you? Do you think you can fix this poor little broken boy who's just been I bit misled during his life? Well let me tell you this, I'm not broken. I'm fine with how I am; I don't want someone to change me. Let alone someone who thinks so low of me." "What," You exclaimed. "I don't think any of that about you, Liam. You're crazy! I do believe that you're broken but I'm not trying to fix you. I don't want to change you. The reason that I came here is to try and convince you to hang out with me. I want to learn about you but, obviously, you don't want that." You quickly stood up and left the room without another word to Liam. "Thanks for visiting y/n!" Liam's mother yelled kindly as you ran through the front door. This was just a waste of time, you thought as you began walking down the street to get away from everything. "Y/n! Get back here now!" Liam yelled as he began to chase you to catch up with you. "Stop, y/n!" He forced you to stop as his arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you into the air. "Put me down, Liam. Just leave me alone, this is what you wanted." You said as you struggled in his arms but he only tightened his grip as your movement increased. "If I put you down, we're going to get some lunch together. We need to talk. Okay? I'll answer your questions there."

Niall: Every day you returned to that library in hopes to see, Niall again. However, you hadn't been so lucky; Niall hadn't shown up at all. That's it, you thought, He's not coming and it's probably all my fault. He still didn't show up to school but, one morning, something changed. There he was, standing against the bus stop across from the school, smoking. "You know, you're not supposed to smoke anywhere near school grounds." You said as you moved to stand next to him. Niall, being the rude person he is, decided to exhale the smoke directly in your face causing you to choke. "Do you think I'd actually care about some idiotic rule, y/n?" His eyes focused on the street while yours never left him. "Where have you been all week? And why choose now to come back?" He snorted, "My mother forced me too but she doesn't know that I'm still not going today. I'm catching the first bus and I'm going to the pub." He puffed his smoke into your face once again, his eyes wandering along your body for the first time in over a week, before he threw his cigarette on the ground. "Then I'll come with you, Niall. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I did." "Like hell I wouldn't mind," He snapped, his eyes met yours and they looked almost black, "This is a day for me to relax, I don't need you there nagging me the entire time, y/n." "I need a bit of a relaxing day too, Niall. So can I come with you?" He glared at you though, you believed, it didn't seem like he truly meant the glare. "Well you're not giving me much of a choice, y/n. Let's make a deal then," He suggested. "If we do go out and I allow you to question me about myself or my past, then I get to question you too. You're always so curious about me and I want to know why. There's something strange about you too, y/n."

Zayn: The only place that you'd be luckily enough to see Zayn at was the park so that was exactly where you planned to go. You needed to see him-you didn't know why but you knew you needed to. Once again, you spotted Zayn sitting against the tree while he focused on his drawing. "What are you drawing?" You spoke up and he must not have been expecting you-or anyone- because he seemed to jump as soon as you spoke. He quickly fumbled around trying to hide his drawing from you but not before you caught a glimpse of a drawing of a beautiful girl that was not yet finished. "What do you want y/n?" He huffed as he put his notebook away. "I want to talk. I haven't seen you anywhere but here; you don't even go to school anymore." "So you came here just to talk to me? No other reason?" "Well," You began. "Like I said, you haven't been in school so there isn't any other way to talk to you." "And what exactly do you have to talk to me about?" You shrugged, not having a true answer. You just wanted to talk to him, that's all. "I don't know, Zayn, maybe we could just talk about anything?" You suggested but he only laughed. "You should just leave me alone, y/n. You don't want anyone to see the shy quite girl talking with the town screw up, do you?" "Oh stop it, Zayn. I came here specifically to see and talk to you. I don't want to argue right now." "Then why would you say all of those things about me?" Zayn said, looking you in the eyes, for the first time since you met him, his eyes seemed slightly glassy and the look on his face was completely heartbreaking. "Y/n, after everything I did for you, why would you tell everyone those lies?" "What lies, Zayn," You said. "I haven't talked to anyone about you or anything you've done for me. You know that I don't have any friends, maybe one or two if I'm lucky, to tell anything to." Zayn sighed, his fingers pulling so tightly on his hair. "Marcie," He grumbled. "She had to have fucking started that. I'm sorry, y/n. So, so sorry." "How about you apologize to me over coffee?" You suggested and, thankfully, he nodded his head in agreement.

Harry: The next day, you went back to school praying that Harry would be there and that he wouldn't ditch again. Sadly, you wouldn't find out until lunch time. All of those annoying rumors had seemed to die down, except one where it mentions him obsessing over some girl. You began to give up hope of seeing him at lunch till you saw those familiar curls push their way into the lunch room. "Harry," You immediately shot up from your seat. "Can we talk?" You said as you quickly caught up to him as he sat down at the table in the corner. "Just go away, y/n. I already told you that I'm doing what's best for you. Please accept that and don't fight me on it for once." He continued to ramble on about you not listening to him about certain things until you interrupted him. "No, Harry, just shut up and listen to me for a moment!" You exclaimed, gripping onto his arm to stop him talking. Slowly, he turned around to face you, though his head was looking towards the ground and avoiding looking at you completely. "You said that this whole town is against you and you don't want that to happen to me also, right?" He nodded. "Well then let's leave town. Not forever, just for today. We can ditch the rest of day and just be alone and hang out together. Please." He sighed. You could tell that he truly wanted to go with you but he was worried what everyone else would think. They already seem to dislike him enough and he really doesn't want to drag you into this or give them another reason to hate him. "You're going to be the death of me y/n." He said as he stood up, pulling you towards the door and out to his car.