One Directon Preferences

You use American slang and he doesn't understand

Louis: " That was a lot of hoopla for a meet and greet. I'm lucky i didn't get hurt." You complain as you crash onto Louis couch. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrow. "Hoopla?" He question. You chuckle remembering that most phrases you say are American slang. "Oh, sorry babe. It's American slang for excitement." You explain. He nods before sitting down next to you. "Well if we're going to have a working relationship you're going to have to tell me the rest of this American slang." He smiled. You rolled your eyes and giggled before telling him different slang terms.

Liam: "It looks like that girl had the hots for Harry at the club tonight." You tell Liam as you two walk into his room. His head shoots up. "Has the hots? Is this some type of American thing?" He chuckles. You roll your eyes. Liam always joked around with you nationality. "It means that she was attracted to him you dimwit." You complain before slapping his shoulder. "Has the hots for...what a slang term..." He mumbles to himself before smiling cheekily at you. "I've got the hots for you them" 

Niall: "That guy is jacked!" You say as your eyes widen from the sight of the muscular man. Niall nudges you before furrowing his eyebrows together. It takes you a second before you register that he doesn't understand American slang. "Oh! I'm sorry Nialler. It was a term we used back in the US when we saw someone very muscular." You reply. He nods and things become silent between the both of you for a few seconds before he responds. "So... Am i jacked ?" He asks before puffing out his chest and flexing his arms. You giggle and nod. "Yes you are Ni. Yes you are." 

Harry: "While Harry and I were at this diner, this dude was totally setting of my gaydar!" You exclaimed to your best friend over the phone. Harry looked up from the laptop he was using a coughed awkwardly. "Oh! Sorry Haz. Gaydar is a american term we use when we can tell someone is gay." You smile. He furrows his eyebrows before letting out a high pitched laugh. Shaking his head before looking back at the computer screen. You go back to the phone conversation when you phone bings. You look down seeing it's twitter. '@Harry_Styles: @Y/T/N Gaydar? Really? Gotta love American slang :p' 

Zayn: "Z, Imma hit the hay. Love you." You yawn as you walk into your bedroom. Zayn follows you into the room. "Babe, what the hell does that mean?" He questioned. You gave him a strange look before you realized what he were talking about. "OH! Hit the hay. It means I'm going to bed. Haha sorry love, sometimes I think I still live at home." You say referring to the US. He nods and plops down on the bed. "Okay then, Well I'm going to hit the hay too." He jokes with the newly learned American slang. You shake you head and pull the covers on you. There is something wrong with him.