1D Preference

Protective

Zayn:

“I don’t like how he’s looking at you.” His jaw clenched, and his hand takes yours in his with a strength. You took in the steel in his eyes. It seemed as though he was ready to pop the guy’s head off for daring to steal a mere glance at you. Granted, you were in a bathing suit, but still. “Zayn, it’s okay.” “No. He could be undressing you in his mind for all I know!” You leaned over to brush your lips against his. “Look at me.” You make him meet your gaze. “I’m yours, and yours only. Alright?” He deepened the kiss instead of answering. But it was enough to know he understood.

Liam -

When he caught the waiter checking you out, he didn’t say anything. In fact, if you were just to look at his face, you wouldn’t be able to tell that anything was wrong. But under the tablecloth, it was a different story. His hands glided everywhere. Squeezing your knee, caressing your thigh, even traveling up your skirt to take a thin stroke at your pantie line. You sucked in a breath. ‘What is it?’ you mouthed. He just nodded to the direction of the violating worker. A finger worked around you waist and into the soft skin of your stomach. “I want to go,” he whispered. Another finger made its way through the cloth that covered your legs. You stood. “Let’s go home,” you murmured in his ear. He grinned in victory, placing a hand against your hip as he led you out.

Louis -

It’s just your average awards ceremony, and despite your protests about exams the next week, he had managed to convince you to come along. For a while everything was fine; no drama, no fights. But then a particularly cute guy comes along and asks if he can sit by you. You gladly oblige. Louis is supposed to be getting ready, and you were a bit bored all by yourself. Pretty soon the tension’s gone, and you’re laughing at a story he told you, when the man from Doncaster comes out of nowhere. “Excuse me, but I just wanted you to know that she’s my girlfriend, and if you so much as think of moving in on her at all, your ass will be dug into the ground faster than you can say shit. And anyone can quote that, word-for-word, in whatever article they’d like to write.” He gives you a kiss and walks back, smirking at the dumbfounded look on the man’s face.

Harry :

His voice got even rougher, if that was possible. “Get your hands off my girlfriend,” he growled, pushing the brown locks out of his eyes. “Harry, he was just-” “I don’t give a damn! He’s touching you, and I don’t like it!” The instructor backed away quickly, leaving the two of you alone. “What the hell, Harry?! He was teaching me how to dance!” He presses you against the wall, green eyes spiked with black. “I’ll teach you a thing or two,” he muttered, slamming his lips against your neck.

Niall :

“I really love your work,” he exclaimed, shaking your hand vigorously. ”I swear, this the most amazing thing I’ve seen in my life!” You blushed at the praise. “Thank you!” You grinned at his excited brown eyes. “Would you like for me to show you some of my other drawings?” Niall walked to your side at that moment, his blue eyes cloudy. “Who are you?” he asked suspiciously, slinging his arm around your waist. “He’s a fan of art. Just like you, and just like me.” He glared, still not completely satisfied. “Lay a finger on my girl and I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to have children.”

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