One Direction Preferences

Saying Your Name

(T)
Liam:
"How many times do I have to tell you, love?" Liam asked, sighing, a little annoyed, "Your name is beautiful. I don't know anyone other than you that doesn't like it." You just sighed, being in the stubborn mood that you were. "Then why do your fans always talk about how annoying it is?" He sighed again, realising what direction you were pulling this conversation to. He wrapped you in his arms, wrapping one arm around your waist and stroking your hair with the other. You didn't say a word as you started to sway back and forth slowly. "I'm sorry for being stubborn." You sighed. "Don't worry about it, babe." he laughed.
Zayn:
"Ugh, I hate my surname." You mumbled, signing another cheque for your bills. Zayn was currently at your flat. "What was that?" He asked, coming into the kitchen, bringing in an empty mug and sitting next to you at the breakfast bar. "(Y/S/N), it's so annoying. It sounds like, a groan." He smirked, turning you around on your stool and kissing your nose lightly. You scrunched up your nose and that just made his smile grow three times. "Are you dropping hints?" He asked, "What do you mean?" You honestly had no idea what he was talking about. "Oh I don't know... the whole 'I hate my surname,' thing. As if you want me to change it." He winked, "Well, I didn't mean for you to hear it." You mumbled playfully. "You know I can always change it if you want." You just smiled, poking his nose lightly with your finger, knowing inside how bad you wanted him to change your surname, not just because you did't like it.
Louis:
"(Y/N)" Louis moaned for the fifteenth time in the past 30 seconds. "Could you stop saying that?" You snapped, you tried to use your patience as an excuse to snap at him, but he saw right through that. "Whoa, this isn't about you being mad at me is it?" He asked, slowly putting together the pieces. "No, it's not, congratulations. Now go away." You said calmly, plopping on the couch and crossing your arms over your chest. "Hey, is it something about your name?" He asked, you just nodded, almost embarrassed that you were making such a big deal about it. "Oh, come on. It's a lovely name. But if you don't want me to say it, I can just call you something else." He laughed to himself before holding his hand out to you."Come on, Jason, we're going to the kitchen." You just laughed, grabbed his hand and went along with it. "Okay Marla, lets go." And those were your names for the rest of the night. Until the next day, when you had different names.
Niall: (His P.O.V.)
I walked into the flat quietly, thinking that (Y/N) would be fast asleep. But I was wrong. She was standing in the middle of the room, in only jean-shorts and a bra, in front of a mirror mumbling one word, over and over. I internally laughed, but I tried my hardest not to make a sound as I walked over to her. I smiled at how lucky I was, the fact that I had a gorgeous girlfriend who liked to walk around in almost nothing, one who randomly puts furniture in the middle of the room just to tickle her fancy. But then she said the word again "(Y/N)" but then she pulled a face. I couldn't hold in my laughter. "What on earth are you doing?" I asked, trying to settle myself from the sight in front of me. She gave me one look and didn't even look the slightest bit embarrassed. "My name," she started looking back at the mirror. "It tastes like jelly on hash, Niall." I cringed at the combination of foods. "Nonsense, your name tastes like Nutella." I mumbled as I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed the back of her head.
Harry: (His P.O.V.)
It's about three in the morning on a Saturday, and I'm completely sober. Tonight, me and (Y/N) went out, and she got absolutely blattered. Now she's moping around the house, refusing to sleep. "(Y/N), come on, love, lets get you to bed." She turned to me from the couch...where she was standing. "But they didn't even play your favouritest song!" I laughed at her attempt to stay at least somewhat sane. She hopped off the couch and ran over to me, giggling and all. "Put it on!" She squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together and hopping up and down, to the best of her ability. I knew, whenever she got drunk, 'my favouritest song' was 'Truly, Madly, Deeply.' She wrapped her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. We swayed quietly as the music filled our little flat. "I love you." She smiled, I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I love you too." She snickered and started ranting about some random thought in her head, like whenever she was drunk any other time. "I just don't understand why they're called ju-" She stopped and looked towards the radio, which currently was playing music. "What was that? My heart would fall apart if someone said your name?" I just laughed and shook my head. "(Y/N)" She said about ten times. "Is your heart falling apart?" She asked concerned, putting her head to my chest. "It's different when you say it." I explained slowly. She nodded understandingly and stood up straight. "I'll just get my phone then, maybe Niall will say my name." I just laughed, and followed behind her, getting ready for a long night.
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