One Direction Preferences

He Sees Your Old Room and It's Full of Posters

(T)

Liam:
"Babe why aren't we just staying at your house? We could have just stayed in your room." Liam asked as you pulled into your parents driveway. The plan was to stay at a hotel during this visit with your family-all because you didn't want Liam to see your old room. You had posters upon posters of him and the boys all over your walls and for him to see it would be embarrassing. "I just thought it wouldn't be awkward like with my parents and then us sleeping in the same bed-I-I just didn't...I'm not comfortable with it." You shrugged, giving Liam a shy smile. He understood where you were coming from and accepted it. Later that night, after you enjoyed a nice family dinner, Liam excused himself to the bathroom. "Uh, right. It's right at the top of the steps." You pointed and watched him walk off. While you were cleaning off the table, your mother bumped you, "Y/N, Liam's been up there for a while," She giggled, "Do you think he found your room?" Your head shot up and you quickly walked upstairs, praying that his stomach just hurt and he hadn't spent 10 minutes in your room. "Shit.." You whispered to yourself, seeing your door cracked open. "Liam? You in there?" You heard some shuffling and then he emerged from your room, a wide grin and playful tint in his eyes. "I liked your room, babe," He chuckled, "Did you decorate it yourself?" Major face-palm.

Zayn:
"What's this box for Y/N?" Zayn asked walking into your new living room. You both decided that a small flat wouldn't work out for you so after some house-hunting, you found a quaint house that was the perfect size, not to big not to small. When you first moved in with him, you wanted to take a part of your teen years with you, so you packed a small box of posters and memorabilia from your fangirl days. When you saw the box in his hands you were quick to take it from him. "This, oh it's nothing." You said, trying to shoo him off, walking into your shared bedroom to place in your closet. "Really...what is it?" He was hot on your trail, keeping up with the questions. "Nothing, Z. Really." "I know your hiding something from me.." He smiled, making you roll your eyes. Your feet stopped in their tracks, "If I show you, do you promise not to laugh at me?" twisting on your heels, you turned to see he was right behind you. He nodded eagerly and you set the box on the bed. "Fine...look." Flipping on the top, Zayn let out a loud laugh, his hands fumbled with the content, pulling out his own doll and shooting you're a weird look. "I told you not to laugh." "I'm not laughing...I want to but I'm not!" You playfully punched his shoulder and you took the doll from his hands. "I just never thought I'd be able to call you mine and now that you are..it's just weird to look at all this stuff." You shrugged, putting the doll back in the box. Zayn leaned over, kissing your cheek, "If it makes you feel better, I think all of this is cute."

Louis:
"Really Y/N?" "I wasn't lying whne I said I used to be a fan." "No," He laughed, "you really weren't. God how did you sleep at night? This would have creeped the fuck out of me." He joked, poking at his own cardboard cutout. "Hey! Don't touch!" You slapped his hand away and he played along like you actually hurt him. "That could be worth money someday! And besides, fetus Lou was the best Lou. "Did you really just say that?!" He shook his head in disbelief. Louis knew you were fan before you started dating and you made it clear when he came home with you that your room was quite the sight for sore eyes. You both always made jokes out of each other but seeing this in person made him laugh more than he thought he would. "I just can't believe you said that. You crazy Y/N." "You were so innocent back then, of course I'm going to say that." "This is still so-did you just say I was innocent?" You laughed, "Yeah, I did." "Would you rather have him back in bed then?" A smirk grew on his face, "Because I can make our bedroom adventures not as fun as they are." Your mouth formed the shape of an "o". "No, no, no! Just because You were cute and innocent then doesn't mean I don't like your extreme grunge now. Scruffy Louis is sexy." "I know, I could never go back to looking like a little priss."

Niall:
"Don't get mad," You warned before opening the door to your childhood bedroom. "Why would I-Holy shit Y/N." When you opened the door his mouth hit the floor and he let out an obnoxious cackle. There were your walls adorned with pictures and posters, but not just of the boys-and this is what got him the most-what was apparent when he looked around were the mass amounts of Liam on your walls, and lack of him for that matter. "You liked Liam?!" He turned to look at you in the midst of your glorious room. "Yes.." You said above a whisper, afraid that he was actually made. "You promised you wouldn't get mad at me Ni." "Oh baby, m'not mad...just a little shocked, s'all. Ya never told me ya liked Liam first." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "I do have to admit, though, I'd be a Liam girl too." The both of you laughed it off while he encircled his arms around your waste. "But don't worry Ni, I wouldn't want to be with anyone but you." You winked at him, "Yeh, I know. 'Sides no one can fuck ya like I do.." He grinned and you smacked his chest playfully. "Oh my god Niall! My parents are literally in the next room over. Do you have to be so loud?" "I should be asking you that question from last night now shouldn't I?" You giggled, trying to escape from his grasp, "You are so inappropriate. Oh my god..." "I know babe, I just like to mess with ya." He laughed, pecking your cheek.

Harry:
You and your sister were both huge fans and had shared a room before you moved out so when it came time for Harry to meet your parents you were a little iffy-worried that he'd see your room and then turn around to hate you or something. "Give me a tour of your house babe.." He suggested, placing a hand on your back. "Err..ok, follow me." You excused yourselves from your parents' presence, giving him a quick tour of the house. When you got to the door to your old room you shut your eyes tight, taking in a sharp breath. "And..this...is my room." With one swift motion the door was open and all of your handmade lyric posters and posters from magazines-the whole shebang. "Wow." He commented, looking all around. "Dedicated?" You nodded shyly, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "I know it's so bad." You brought your face to your hands, hiding your embarrassing blush. "Aw Y/N, look! You have my face on a pillow!" He joked. Indeed you did have his face on a pillow, among other things like a key-chain, dog necklace, even a pack of stickers of all the boys. "You are never gonna let me live this down are you?" You asked hopefully. His head picked up from examining the pillow and his cheeky dimpled smirk appeared on his face. "You have no idea Y/N." You sighed, "Alright, let's go." You moved to push him out of your room before he could see any more embarrassing things. "But I wasn't done!" He whined. "Nope, I don't care you saw enough to scar me for life."