One Direction Preferences

Jealousy

(T)

Liam:
"I hate to bother you, but can I just get a quick picture?" "Sure babe, no worries." The fan stuck out her phone, snapping the selfie with the wolver-hunk. You stood off to the side, giving her the chance to take it without feeling awkward with his girlfriend standing so close. As you watching them talking, you noticed his hand low on her waist, taking another picture. You couldn't hear the conversation, but as you watched, you saw the fans hand around his bicep, making you furrow your brows in a mix of emotions. When Liam walked back over to you, you stayed with your arms crossed as he held out his hand for you to take. "What's wrong?" You raised an eyebrow at his question, "What was that all about?" He smirked, "What?" He turned quick to see the fan walk away then back to you, "You mean the fan?" "Yeah. She was all touchy." You wiggled your shoulders like it disgusted you, earning a chuckle to leave Liam's mouth. "Hah, are you jealous?" "What?! No. I just don't like how she was acting." Your quick defending could have fooled anyone and Liam saw right through it. "You are! Look at you!" Your cheeks flushed red, "Shut up." Liam continued laughing and poking fun at your jealousy. When you went back to the car, Liam poked your cheek, "Babe, you know I'm kidding with you. I think your jealousy is cute."

Zayn:
The door slammed behind you and you hurried upstairs hanging from your work clothes. Tonight you were meeting your sister for the third time in a week, leaving Zayn to fend for himself. "Where are you off to?" You heard Zayn from the doorway of your bedroom. "I told you this morning, I have dinner with my sister tonight." You didn't look at him, too busy putting the finishing touches on yourself. "Oh, yeah that's right." You grabbed your purse, "I'm already late, but there's left overs in the fridge, I'll be back later." With a kiss to his lips you were fast out the door. Hours later, and a few drinks in your system, you walked back through the front door. When you checked the time on your phone, you saw it was already past midnight and you didn't realize you had spent so much time out. Walking into the living room, you saw Zayn sitting on the couch watching some late night talk show. "I missed you," He pouted, pulling you close after you plopped down next to him. "Why have you been spending so much time with her?" You giggled at his question, "Why, Zayn Malik, are you jealous?" You laughed, "Of my sister?" He shook his head no, "I just don't get why you've been out with her lately," He finished with a shrug and a smirk spread on your face, "Well, I'm home now, aren't I?" You placed a kiss behind his ear. Within seconds, grumbled something and you were laying underneath him.

Louis:
Four weeks since you last saw him, yet low and behold here you were in the same club as him. You kept thinking about the chances of seeing him like this. You were sat at the other end of the bar and although you hated to admit it, you kept glancing over at him. After these glances, you'd take a shot. Since there were so many, you couldn't even remember why you were here in the first place. You turned to your friend, smiling as you pulled her to the dance floor, unknowing that Louis stare was all over you. Swaying your hips to the music, you even lost track of time. The glass in your hand was long empty, and your friend had even gotten tired, taking a seat at the bar. You shut your eyes, enjoying the music when you suddenly felt hands on your waist. Your eyes shot open and you quickly turned around in the person's grasp, only to be greeted with the face of your ex-boyfriend's. "What are you doing?" You had sobered up a bit, but your words still slurred together at the ends. A low chuckle left Louis' mouth, "I know what you're doing." You smirked, laying your arms on his shoulders, "And what's that?" You mirrored his smirk. "You're trying to make me jealous." He leant forward, hands tightening on your waist, "And guess what." You bit your lip, feeling a chill go through your bod from his breath in your ear, "It's working."

Niall:
Your arms cradled the baby as light snores left his small opened mouth. Niall sat next to you, carefully watching you with his nephew. "Y/N..." His voice was loud and you immediately shushed him, not wanting to wake the sleeping baby. "Niall," You began whispering, "I just got him to sleep so be quiet." You laughed softly, hearing him sigh next to you. "You've been holding Theo for like ever." "And your point?" Your eyes were locked on the baby. Greg was in desperate need of a babysitter for the day so Niall volunteered, and you were thankful he did. Secretly, you were kind of obsessed with this baby, not in a bad way, but one where you just wanted to hold him forever and ever. It was really the first baby you'd been around that didn't throw-up on you, so that was a plus. You kept the baby in your arms, walking to the small play-pen and laying him down. "Finally, now come here." Niall hugged you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. You giggled at him, although he wouldn't admit it, you could tell that he was jealous of the baby, that you were keeping your attention on Theo and not your boyfriend. "Niall," You giggled as he began tickling your sides, "Stop! Stop!" You begged, "I don't wanna wake the baby! Please Niall!" Through your laughs you heard him sigh once more. His grip released on you and he walked back to the couch, "What's your problem? Are you jealous of Theo?" "Psht, what? No he's just a baby-" "But your jealous because I love him just a little more than you today?" "Hey now! You love me every day!" "And even more when you're cute and jealous." He blushed, and you pecked his cheek,

Harry:
"Hey, can you hand me that?" You yelled across the beach to this group of guys. One of them, whose tanned skin glistened the most in the sun, had his sunglasses perched gently on his nose, grabbed the volleyball and jogged over with it in his hands, "Here you go beautiful." With a smirk plastered on his face, he lifted his glasses to make sure you saw him wink. Even though Harry was right behind you, you had to admit this guy was kind of really gorgeous. And you liked messing with Harry, it added some fun to your relationship. You took the ball from the guy, "Thank you." You told him, putting on your best innocent face. "Would you care if we joined your game?" The guy asked, motioning back to his two other friends behind him. "Sure," You grinned, "C'mon." You walked back to Harry, whose jaw was clenching, "Those guys asked if they could play and I told them it was fine." You knew he was mad, but it was all used to fuel the competition. Harry mumbled some incoherent words and minutes later the volleyball game was underway. It was clear that Harry was either jealous or pissed, so when the other guy served the ball, he jumped in behind the net, spiking it right down the in the guy's face. "You alright man?" Harry hid the smirk on his face and the guy got back up, nodding, "Yeah yeah, I'm cool. I think we have to go though. Uh thanks for the game." The guys walked away and Harry began laughing. "So that's your way of getting guys away from me? Hitting them in the face with a volleyball?" He nodded, "It worked didn't it?"