1D Preference

Insulted but Defended

another boy insults you and he defends you (requested)

Zayn: Zayn, Niall and you were out to lunch in the states. You went with Zayn to be his date at an award show, and the other boys were off sightseeing. You all got hungry, and headed for a cute Italian restaurant. While you ate, you noticed Zayn kept wiping his face in his shirt. "Zayn, don't. Do you know how hard it is to get pizza sauce out of clothes?" you laughed, and he smirked mischievously. As you handed him a napkin, Niall huffed. "Main reason I don't have a girlfriend" he said, and you looked over. "Why? You don't like people taking care of you?" you asked, turning back to your plate and taking a bite of pizza. "No, I don't like being nagged" Niall said. It got really awkward, so you decided to speak up. "Well, it's not nagging. I am just trying to be helpful" you smiled. You didn't want to get elevated while in a restaurant where people could see you, but you were offended. "Well, you have a special talent of making it sound like nagging" he laughed. "Dude" Zayn whispered. You looked to the side as your eyes filled with tears. You really liked Niall, so for him to say that to you was hurtful. "I didn't mean to hurt..." he trailed off, but you shook your head. "You called her a nag, Niall. Who wouldn't be hurt by that? I mean, that's just not right" Zayn said, and Niall rubbed his face. "I.. I just meant you tell him what to do. And maybe I need that. I would know better than to talk to someone like that" he said, and Zayn rubbed your back. "It's okay" you whispered. "No it's not" Zayn said, and you nodded, "But he will make it up." Niall spent the rest of the day joking around with you, trying to make you feel better.

Louis: You were sitting in the TV room, watching a documentary about World War Two. Zayn, Louis and Harry walked in, and you smiled at them over the back of the couch. "Hi baby" Louis smiled, and you waved. "Hi baby cakes" Harry called, laughing. "Hi loser" you called back, laughing. Zayn came and plopped on the chair beside you while Harry and Louis got drinks. "What's on?" he asked, nodding at the TV. "It's a documentary about World War Two, its focusing on Hitler's life" you smiled at Zayn, and he nodded as Louis and Harry sat on the couch with you. "I never expected you to be watching something like this" Zayn said, and you turned to him. "Why?" you asked, giving him a look. "Well, you seem more the 'Snog, Marry, Avoid?' type" he said, and your eyes widened. "So you're saying I'm dumb?" you asked slowly. Zayn shrugged, "Not dumb, just not very insightful." "Zayn" Harry said, shaking his head. Louis got up. "Zayn, mate, let's go talk" he said, and you glared as they left. "Come on" Harry whispered, grabbing your wrist. You hid behind the door of the spare room, where they were talking, with your ears to the door. "Zayn, I love you but you can't be talking to her like that. She's really smart, she just doesn't speak much to you guys. I guess she's shy. But you can't insult her or you're not going to be welcome here. This is her home and its not cool" he said, and you smiled. You were thankful Louis was defending you. "I didn't mean to sound like that. I meant to say, like, she seems more into girlier things than into history. But I will pay closer attention, sorry man" Zayn said, and you heard them hug. "Let's go" Harry whispered, pulling you back to the couch. You both hopped the back as the spare room door opened.

Niall: You were out doing some shopping with Niall, Liam and Danielle. You and Danielle were looking around American Apparel. You were searching when you spotted a pair of jeans. You pulled out the first pair and loved them. "Y/N, come look at these" Danielle called, waving a t-shirt, and you nodded. "Can you grab me a twenty six in these, Niall?" you asked. "A twenty six? Are you sure?" Liam asked, and your head jerked towards him. "What do you mean, Liam?" you asked, giving him a chance to change his wording. "Well, I mean, I just think the twenty six will probably be a bit small. But I guess you know your sizing" Liam said, smiling. Was he not getting it? "Well, Liam, thanks for insinuating I'm fat. I am going to go look at shirts now. Niall, why don't you get me two thirty twos and maybe I can sew them together and wear them" you snapped, walking away. You went to a rack within earshot, and listened. "Liam, what are you thinking?" he said, and you glanced over to see Liam looking shell shocked. "I thought I was being helpful. The twenty six looked really small" he said, and you rolled your eyes. "Liam, you called her fat. Well, you didn't say it, but you insinuated it. Man, you have to be careful. She's probably really hurt. I don't know if you talk to Danielle like that, but Y/N doesn't hear that from me nor should she from anyone. She knows her body. Just be nicer to her, okay?" Niall said, and you smiled. Niall was so good at saying what he felt without hurting people's feelings. "I feel terrible. Should I go speak to her?" he asked, and you made sure to pretend to be looking through the clothes as you felt the eyes on you. "Y/N is a wonder to deal with when she's mad. It's like a rubiks cube. Wade carefully" Niall laughed, and your heard Liam scuff towards you. "Uh, Y/N, I'm sorry. And here's a twenty six" Liam said, and you looked at him. He had puppy dog eyes, and you caved. "It's okay" you said, and you two hugged. "What kind of powers?!" Niall called across the store, and you both laughed.

Liam: Liam had had the boys over to hang out, and you were bringing them some snacks. "Here you go guys" you smiled. You handed off two plates, one to Niall and one to Liam, before going back in the kitchen to get your own food. Harry must have thought you went to the bedroom. You could see him through the doorway when he turned to Liam. "You know what's funny? I like older women who think like young girls, where you like young girls who act like older women" he laughed. Liam shrugged and you listened closer. "I mean, they don't get more prude than Y/N. I feel like that girl was born at 45" Harry laughed. Liam shook his head and you were hurt. "Harry, maybe I behave older but you behave like a dickhead" you shouted, before storming down the hall. You could hear Liam as you walked. "Harry what's the matter with you? She is a great girl! She is so helpful. I like that she's mature. Grow up" he said, and you could hear him jogging after you. He caught you right before you went in the bedroom. "Don't listen to him" he said, and he pulled you into a kiss. You felt the anger wash from you. Your kiss was interrupted by Harry clearing his throat. "Man" Liam whined, pulling back, and you turned to him. "Y/N I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Prude wasn't the right word. Mature. Sophisticated. Refined. That's what I meant" he said, and you nodded. "Sorry Liam" Harry said, and he nodded wrapping his arm around you. Harry walked away, and you turned to Liam. "Where were we?" Liam asked, kissing you passionately.

Harry: You were in the bathroom, putting on an acne mask. You had broken out because you were on your period, and you were really embarrassed by it. You had the mask on which was bright white, and you walked out to see Harry and Louis sitting on the couch. "Oh good look Y/N" Louis laughed, and you struck a pose before sitting in the recliner. "What is that?" Harry asked. "It's a mask to control acne" you said and Louis nodded. "Makes sense, I noticed last night you were breaking out. I thought it was a thick coat of makeup, which would have been good for all your spots" Louis laughed. Your jaw dropped and Harry's eyes widened. "Louis, you know what, you're not perfect either" you said, getting up. You were fighting tears as you walked away. "And that shirt you're wearing is hideous" you shouted, going in the bathroom. You dabbed your eyes, trying to avoid ruining your mask, and slowly opened the door to go to your room. You heard Harry talking, and you decided to eavesdrop. "Louis, how could you even think that wouldn't hurt her feelings?" Harry asked. "I don't know, I say stuff like that to you" Louis responded. Harry groaned. "I am a guy, and I don't care. It doesn't bug me as much. But she is sensitive on that topic. She prides herself on her appearance and she gets self conscious if I even look at her spots. You can't speak to her like that" Harry said, and Louis sighed. "Should I go talk to her?" Louis asked. "Let me go first" Harry grunted, and you bolted to your room. You crawled under your covers and cuddled up to a pillow. You heard the door open. "Y/N" Harry said, and you groaned. "Get out" you said, knowing he wouldn't leave. "Kitten, he didn't mean that. He doesn't understand, he jokes with me like that" Harry said. "Y/N" Louis said, and you looked to see him standing behind Harry. "What?!" you yelled, and Harry straightened up. "I really am sorry. They're not even that bad, I was just making fun" he said. You rolled your eyes and got out of bed. "I hate you guys" you said, hugging them both. They picked you up and carried you out to the living room as you laughed.

-Muskaan