One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He gets jealous //Niall, Liam//

Niall: You two were seated on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. It was raining heavily outside your home in Ireland. So this was a given that you guys just staid inside. Niall shuffled through the movie selections, you on the other hand stuffed your face with popcorn.

"Divergent?" Niall looked at you, showing you the movie. You perked up staring at the screen.

"Hold up, is that my baby Theo James?? Yes! Put that movie on." You cheered, Niall pressed play and pulled you into his side. He reached into the bowl, taking a handful of popcorn. The movie began and you smiled, you were excited to see Theo. The beginning of the movie went by, even Niall seemed too be enjoying it. That is until the scene came where Theo and Tris were near the chasm and she asked to see his tattoos. When Theo took off his shirt, you jumped up in your seat, squealing like a fangirl. Niall frowned, watching you get worked up over this actor. You had now gotten off the couch and were seated directly in front of the TV, leaving poor Niall alone. Niall's face began to get red as you continued to scream and cheer for all the scenes that included Theo.

"He's so hot." You gushed, not realizing how this was affecting Niall.

"Why don't you go date 'em the" Niall said bitterly in his thick Irish accent. You turned to look at him, confusion came on your face when you saw he was mad.

"What's wrong?" You asked walking over to him. You placed a hand on his arm and he moved away from you. "Niall..." You said, a bit hurt. He stared at you. Then something seemed to click in your head. You bursted out laughing, Niall frowned.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You." You continued to laugh at Niall. He was jealous! "You're jealous of Theo James?!" You accused him. Niall's face turned even redder as he looked away.

"Aww Niall, don't worry... you are way hotter than Theo in my eyes." You cooed, planting a kiss on his lips, which he happily accepted. "But Theo can still get it." That comment earned a slap to your bum.

Liam: You were a model and had a photoshoot with the vogue magazine. In this scene you were dressed in a pretty short red cocktail dress. Your partner for this shoot was a very known male model from Brazil, Hassir Husem (I made that up). He was hot on the chart lately for his strong jawline structure, as well as his intriguing green/hazel eyes. You were instructed to stand near him and appear as if you guys were in love. You had no problem with it. You just did as you were told. That night you had gotten home before your boyfriend, Liam. You took that opportunity to take a nice, relaxing, long bath. By the time you were done, the front door was being slammed shut. You got out the bath and wrapped a towel around your wet form. You walked out the bathroom, hearing Liam come up the steps. Once you saw him, you walked over to give him a hug, but you stopped when you saw the look on his face.

"Did something happen at the studio?" You question, worried. He shook his head and took out his phone.

"Did you have fun at your photoshoot?" He asked sourly. You shrugged, watching him intently. You wanted to know what had him acting this way. "Sure seemed like you did." Ohhh, that explains it.

"Liam, baby...don't tell me you are jealous of Hassir. It was just a photoshoot. We didn't even talk." You explained to him. That seemed to calm Liam down.

"Good," he mumbled running a hand through his hair. "No more pictures with him, though. Okay?" He looked at you pleadingly. You nodded your head, agreeing.

"Okay."