One Directon Preferences

He Catches You Smoking

Louis: You took a puff and let the smoke travel out of your mouth. You took a breath of relief as it helped the stress from your uni finals. Louis wasn't supposed to be home for another half an hour so you sat on your balcony in peace. "No! NO NO NO NO NO! Get that out of your mouth!" You heard. Your eyes widened and you saw Louis running towards you. You pulled the cigarette out of your mouth and flick it to the ground before stepping on it. "What?" You ask. Louis pulls you into a hug. "Please, don't do that anymore. I don't want you to get hurt." He whispered into your ear. You swallow a whimper and he continues. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. Never." 

Liam: "Y/N?" He yelled into the house. Your face dropped as you sat on the fire escape and you held the cigarette in your hand. 'This would kill him. He wasn't supposed to be home. He had an interview.' You thought to yourself. Liam walked into your bedroom where the fire escape was located and coughed. "Babe?" He coughed. "Is that smoke? Are you smoking?" He asked coming closer. You flicked the stick down below and folded your hands."Hey Liam" You tried to change the subject. He shook his head. "Tell me the truth, Y/N. Do you smoke?" He demanded. You nodded your head and he shook his own. You two stood in silence and he opened his mouth." "Stop. Please. You'll kill yourself." He begs. 

Niall: "Babe, can you come here for a second?" Niall yells. You make your way over to where he was and sat down next to him. "What's up?" You asked. He pursed his lips and flopped a magazine on your lap. "What is this?" He asked running an hand through his dark roots. You looked down and noticed the picture. You were with your friends, smoking. You bit your lip and fiddled your fingers. "Um.. it's me...smoking" You reply nervously. He nods. "I can see that. What I want to know is why." He states. You look down. "It started in high school. I wasn't able to tell you because I'm trying to quit. I want to get better. It's just so hard." You explain looking up at him. "Then let me help you. Let me make you better." He pleads. 

Harry: You were at the club with your friends. Harry was supposedly hanging out with the boys but wanted you to have fun. You were out back with a cigarette in hand laughing with one of your friends. You were a social smoker. Nothing that could harm you. "Y/N?" You heard the familiar voice. You turned to see your boyfriend, Harry, standing behind you. His eyes focused in on the cancer stick in your hand. "Care to explain?" He muttered. You looked down at the ashy cigarette. "Social smoker?" You giggle nervously. He shook his head. "Not anymore." He grumbled taking the cigarette from your fingers and stomping it out. "These things can kill you. I can't see you dead, Y/N. I just can't." He growled. You pulled him into your body. "Then I'll stop. Okay?" You promised. He nodded. "Let's go home." 

Zayn: You stole from Zayn. His box was perched on the counter and you had a problem. Zayn's smoking habits. That was your problem. You thought now would be the perfect time to teach him a lesson. The cigarette dangled from your lips, not fully affecting you. You had smoked before, socially of course, but stopped after a while. You didn't want it to affect your health. "What are you doing?" You heard from behind you. Your head turned quickly and your cigarette almost fell from your lips. Zayn rushed over and pulled it out of your mouth and stomped it on the deck. "No! Y/N don't you understand what this can do to you?" He yelled. You stood up. "Do you understand what it does to you?" You retaliated. He bit his lip and looked you in the eye. "wha-" He started. "If I can't smoke because you're worried about my health, then you need to seriously cut back. It'll start to affect your health. I'm worried about you." You explain. Zayn scratches the back of his neck and nods his head. "I can do that." He agreed as he hugs you. "I can totally do that."