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#1 Your Guys’ Song

Harry: Better Together by Jack Johnson 

Liam: You’ll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins

Louis: A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton 

Niall: Lucky by Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat

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Preference #25-Pandora Shuffle!

Harry: (Climax-Usher) Sitting across my soon-to-be ex wife was not how I planned to spend my Friday, and definitely not at this ungodly hour. “What if we negotiate the profit percentages for the company? I’m sure we can do better than 12 percent, Mr. Styles” Mr. Taylor says from the other side of the table, pulling me from the internal battle.

“Absolutely not” I hear my lawyer say, his frigid voice showing just how determined he was to “win” this. The truth is, no one ever really wins in a divorce, do they? Think about it, both of us are wasting precious time and money on all of this bullshit, and for what? A piece of land they can call their own?

“Harry has more than enough, doesn’t he? A mere 25 percent isn’t much.” I hear my wife-or ex wife. I don’t really know what to call her these days, though money guzzling wench seems fit at the moment. I look up at her while our lawyers begin to dispute about who gets the estate in Fiji, and the first time in a long time she allows our eyes to lock. I remember one of the many fights that led to all of this, ‘Normal married couples shouldn’t have to fight about this!’ she said once after finding out what the monthly business trips were really for. We’ve both have had our share of mistakes.

“She can have it.” I announce, never taking my eyes off hers. I feel my lawyer’s incredulous look, probably fuming right now, “What?” he breathes. “Did I stutter? She can have the property in Fiji, I don’t care. And she can have 25 percent of the company.” I add, finally turning to my lawyer.

“You cannot be serious, Sir.” He looked like he might puke up a lung.

“Dead serious, Mitchell.” I even hear Mr. Taylor’s sharp intake of breath.

“We should discuss this in private, Sir. Perhaps we can talk about the cars now.” He pulls out another folder ready for another negotiation,

“No, that won’t be necessary right now, Mitchell.” I look over at Y/N and she nods to her lawyer. “I would like a word with Ms. Y/L/N alone.” and as soon as I finish the sentence both men are up and out of the room.

“Wow, you even intimidate my lawyer.” Y/N smiles at me.

“I have that effect on people.” I smile back; a genuine smile that even reaches my eyes, it’s surprisingly realiving.

“Sure.” she scoffs.

“What Ms.Y/L/N? Do I not intimidate you with my ‘wealth and power’?” I quote a recent article and she fights a smile. She looks lovely in a pale grey blouse and black skirt, and most likely that lovely pair of louboutins, courtesy of my funds. “Do you really want to do this?” I look up at her, finding any trace of humor or a smile drained from her face.

“Harry, don’t-”,

“I still love you, Y/N.” her eyes begin to water and she looks down at her knotted fingers on her lap.

“Harry, when you say things like this, it-it just makes it harder. Please stop.”

“Don’t you still love me?”

“Of course I do” She says immediately, snapping her attention towards me. “I don’t want you to ever question that. I will always love you, Harry.” She’s slumped over in her chair, a posture I rarely see her in.

“Then why are we doing this?” I raise my voice.

“Because, Harry! No one would ever be able to fix this! Especially not us!”

“I’ve been trying! I never wanted this for us, you’re the one who filed for divorce! Why didn’t you try!? We could have tried!” We’re practically screaming now, and it’s probably the only thing that’ll keep me from breaking down in front of her.

“There’s no point in trying! We’ve done all that we can in this relationship…” she lowers her voice and looks back down to her lap.

“So we give up? Runaway from this?” I ask softly, mostly to myself.

“We aren’t running or giving up, Harry” She stands, “We’re just now realizing that we can’t go anywhere from here” she picks up her bag and I watch as she leaves the room.

  Niall: (Upgrade U-Beyonce ft. Jay-Z) Walking into a nightclub always gave me such a rush, especially when you know you are the most renown person in the whole place. I could buy the club if I wanted to, and I bet a patron would even serve me if I asked. As I walk in I am lead by a much larger man to the VIP section upstairs, a very luxurious set up, with black drapes hanging all the way down to the floor and a subtle amount of flashing lights, in contrast to the light show happening on the dancefloor. I nod towards the security guard and take a seat on one of the many large black chairs. Immediately I was waited on for a drink, ordering a simple vodka on the rocks. The VIP section was bustling and I could feel an uncomfortable amount of eyes on me as I sat and enjoyed my drink-well, uncomfortable for anyone else, humorous for me.

“Hey, man.” Liam says as he takes a seat beside me.

”Hey.” I say against my glass.

“How have you been? Heard you were in cahoots with that victoria’s secret model.” He ruffles my hair and has such a ‘proud dad’ look on his face.

“Rumors, Liam. That’s all they are.” I sip from my drink again, enjoying the disappointment in his face.

“But you two went to the gym together.” he frowns, clearly confused.

“No, we happened to be at the same gym, nothing’s going on, I can assure you.” We both laugh, Liam shakes his head and calls over a waitress.

“Guess who’s here tonight?” he says as if its a must-know detail

“Who?” I sigh,

“Y/N.” he waits for my reaction.

“Y/N who?” I ask, and I can tell this is not the reaction he expected.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N Y/L/N, the one and only, THE Y/N!” he emphasizes ‘the’, gauging at my reaction.

“And why should I care?” My question only pushes his frustration further.

“What?! This woman is number one on forbes list for most successful women for christ sake! And she was placed second for maxim’s hot one hundred! How can you not care!?” His cheeks have gone red and he looks winded from the big speech he gave me.

“I didn’t say I don’t care, I asked why should I, which you gave me plenty to care about” I smile. Almost on cue I see her, dressed in all black and seeming to command the whole room’s attention.

“There she is.” He whispers as if she can hear us. We’re both staring at her, fixated on the beautiful woman.

“You said she was placed second for maxim’s hot one hundred?” I ask, eyes still glued to the back of her head.

“Yeah.” he murmurs

“How could she not be number one?” My jaw seems slack as I feel myself fall under her spell.

“Clearly idiots made the list.”

I down the rest of my drink and stand, adjusting my suit. “I’m going to talk to her.”

“What? No, she’s not an easy girl, Niall. She’s kind of known for it. She won’t be whisked away by some offer to dance” He looks alarmed for me but I pat his shoulder and head off to the dance floor.

It’s much hotter and louder down here, and already I'm beginning to regret my decision; that is, until I see her up close, her beauty radiating throughout the room.

“Hey.” I say; I’m right next to her, arms touching and leaning on the bar. “Hello.” she answers elegantly.

“Let me buy you a drink.” I smile at her. She scoffs at the gesture, “Right to it then.” “Come on, I’ll pay for your drink then we can go up to VIP, its much more relaxed up there.”

“If I wanted relaxed I would have gone to a restaurant, Mr. Horan. And I have more than enough to pay for my own drinks, thank you” she turns but does not leave, swaying to the music.

“So you know who I am?” I start up a new conversation.

“That I do, Mr. Horan” She says with her head still facing away.

“I can say the same, Ms. Y/L/N. And please, call me Niall” Her head slowly turns, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Ok, Niall. I assume you’re here for some photos? Want a spread about you and I in a magazine?” there’s an edge to her voice.

“Not at all, Ms. Y/L/N, I can do that all by myself” I give her a big ol’ ‘fuck you’ grin. Her eyes widen momentarily, then she’s with that ice queen stare she usually has.

“I’m sure you can. And, please, call me Y/N”

“Ok, Y/N. How about a dance?” I held my hand out, waiting for her to take it.

“Listen, Niall, if you’re aiming for a one night stand, you won’t find it with me. Try aiming lower.” She stalked off, finding her way to the dancefloor.

I was stunned; a woman actually turned me down? I was the one who had to pursue her for heaven’s sake! I stood there, lips parted and in complete awe of this woman. Before I know it she is out of my sight and I’m standing here like an idiot. I make my way back towards the VIP section, the large man leading up the stairs again.

“I saw her talking to you, man. How’d it go? Do you think she likes you?” Liam’s already full of questions.

“She’s exactly how I thought she’d be.” I smirk.

“Which is…?”

“Completely irresistible..” I say, not really intending Liam to hear.

“You’re smitten!” he hits my arm playfully

“Definitely not.” I shake my head, “Besides, she was an egotistical bitch. Once she knew who I was and didn’t make as much money as her she completely turned me down.” I frown, not sure if I really feel that way or if that really happened.

“Who needs her” he pats my shoulder.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” One of the waitresses interrupts our silence

“Yes?” I ask, feeling exhausted.

“Here are your drinks” she places two large wine glasses in front of us.

“No, you must be mistaken, we didn’t order these” I look up at her.

“You didn’t, but the lovely young lady down there did. Enjoy” she walks back towards the stairs.

“Mmm, vosne-romanee” Liam says after a sip, “She knows her wine”

I look down and find Y/N in a leather couch at one end of the club, a sultry smile on her lips, and drink in hand. She looks up at me and raises her glass as if to give a toast.

“Liam...” I breathe

“What?”

“I need this woman.”

  Liam: (Gods and Monsters-Lana Del Rey) “Who would you like today Mr.Payne?” A woman asks me, looking way too young for this place.

“I’m just going to observe with the rest, no private show for me” I smile at her, causing a deep blush to spread on her cheeks. She nods once then is off to wait on the other patrons.

“Hi, Liam” a group of girls about to go on stage wave at me

“Evening, ladies” I wink, all of them erupting with giggles. I take my seat amongst a big group of men, and surprisingly women, and feel slightly awkward; it’s a very different experience than the private room I usually get.

“And now we have someone very special for you all tonight!” The dj announces after the very popular Tiff leaves the stage. “Every man’s dream, here she is, Bambi!” the music shifts from the upbeat techno to a soft jazz sound as she emerges from the curtains. She seems so innocent and pure, her lacey outfit somehow adding to the deception and the place just seems so much more serene with her gracing the stage.  

Her demeanor is not as confident as the others I have seen, but she seems to own the show with her presence. Everyone’s eyes are on her and for some odd reason I begin to dread that fact. She’s making her way to the pole, my seat having a perfect view of it.

“Would you like anything to drink, Mr. Payne?” Olivia sweetly asks, making me have to rip my eyes off the beautiful site in front of me.

“A whiskey sour, please.” She beams and stalks off. When I look back up, the dainty woman before me is sliding down the pole like a pro, taking my breath away. How could someone look so pure while doing this? She was graceful with all her moves and it felt like such a natural thing for her.

Suddenly, I catch the beauty’s eye, and her eyes don’t bounce through the crowd how most of the women here were taught to do; her eyes stay on me, never wavering.

“And that is Bambi, what a sight!” The dj signals her departure too soon and now she is walking off stage.

“Excuse me!” A waitress scurries towards me when I call.

“Yes, sir?” the same young woman from earlier approaches me.

“That Bambi dancer, where is she?” my eyes begin to search for her.

“Probably in the back with the rest of the dancers, sir” her cheeks burn a dark crimson as she speaks to me.

“I would like to see her.”

“Ok, sir. We’ll bring her out as soon as possible” She says.

“No, I want her in a private room.” Her eyes go wide and she seems nervous.

“Bu-but you said you weren’t interested in a private room today, sir.” She bites her lip.

“Well now I am, put her in a room.” My tone comes out harsher than I expected and she flinches, dashing back towards the dressing rooms. A few minutes later the young woman is back, head down and gesturing for me to follower her, “This way.” she mumbles.

  I am lead to the familiar dark room all the way in the back and Bambi is already in there when I walk in. “Enjoy, sir.” the woman says then makes her departure.

There she stands, in an even more skimpy outfit; skin seeming to glow under her white lace lingerie and matching garter belt. She also has on a sheer robe, not really covering anything, clearly just for decoration.

“Why did you change?” I murmur, stepping closer to her to feel the soft material.

“Do you want me to put on what I had before? I’m sorry, they advised me to change when they found out you wanted me.” she says in a rush.

“This is fine.” I reach behind her, setting her hair free from the tight chignon, causing her waves to cascade down her chest and back.

“You are quite a site, miss Bambi...” a light shade of pink sets on her cheeks and I hear the tiny gasp fall from her lips. I stop what I’m doing and take a seat on the large leather couch.

“What would you like me to do?” She steps towards me

“Sit.” I command.

“Usually I’m the one doing, the...you know” she swallows.

“Well, I consider myself sort of...unusual” I fight my smile and take out my phone.

“Ok.” she barely squeaks. She sits down on the couch across from me, staring nervously down at her hands.

“What’s your real name?” She’s taken back by my question, looking quizzically at me.

“What?”

“Your name.”

“Oh, it’s Y/N...” she hesitates with her answer.

“What a beautiful name.” I muse.

“Thank you.” she flushes.

We sit in silence for a while, and I can tell she is becoming restless, and I watch as she begins to braid her hair.

“Suits you.” I flash her a smile once she’s finished.

“Thanks. By the way, what are we going to do? Are you going to pay all this money to just sit in here?”

I dismiss her question, focusing on my phone. “Well?” she continues.

“What does it concern you?” I raise a brow.

“I don’t know” sighs, “You’re just spending a lot of money and you’re not even making me do anything.”

“And you are upset because...?” I look up from my phone.

“Well...I’m not sure…” I look back down at my phone and let her stew over whatever is making her upset.

“You’re making me lose money.” She huffs after a long, silent, while.

“I’m making you lose money?” I laugh.

“Yes!” she’s not pleased with my reaction, “I could be out there right now getting tips from the other men, this is my job you know, I kind of need the money.” Her words wound me for some reason, and I find it hard to think about her out there with those sleazeballs.

“You don’t need this.” I frown, “You don’t need any of this. You’re too good for this place.”

“Ha!” she scoffs. “Trust me, I’m far from good.”

“No, trust me, you aren’t. This is coming from the mogul of bad.” This seems to frighten her, making her back up on the couch.

“How are you the ‘mogul of bad’?” She whispers.

“Let’s just say I’ve done some things I’m not very proud of. And my career choice isn’t so moral.”

“And you think mine is? You’re probably a saint compared to me, you don’t know about kind of things I've had to do.” The sullen tone of her voice pulls at my heart strings and I wish I could make it all better for her.

“I doubt that. I’m sure you are a good person, “Y/N.”

“You don’t even know me,” She frowns.

“I don’t need to know you to understand that. It practically radiates from you.” I stand and she follows my movements.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” I  take her hand, gently press my lips to each knuckle and walk out.

  Louis: (Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet-Fall Out Boy) I sat at the dinner table, patiently waiting for the other men and their wives to arrive. This was supposed to be a business meeting, but leave it Charles and the other guys to turn it into a celebration; bringing their beloved wives along so they can all gossip and enjoy expensive wine while we, or more so I, try to conduct a progressive meeting.

“Louis! No arm candy tonight?” I hear Oscar from behind me.

“Nope, alone.” I mutter

“Why so sullen!?” Jonathan booms a moment later. I look behind my shoulder and see William, Richard, and Charles; and of course the stepford wives.

“I see you all came together” I observe

“Yes, Charles offered a ride in his limo, and who are we to refuse?” Oscar laughs, taking the seat beside me. I am about to respond when I see her. Dolled up in a plain black dress, with beautiful silver ornaments hanging from each ear. Her neckline is deliciously low and hair is pinned up, revealing more of her creamy skin.

“Charles brought Y/N?” I whisper to Oscar. He looks surprised by my question.

“Listen, I know you hate her, but we wanted to celebrate with our wives and they all wanted to get dressed up for something” He pats my shoulder, turning back to his wife. He’s more like a stepford husband. I look back up from my drink and lock eyes with her. Of course she sits directly across from me.

I am annoyed but also slightly amused by the gesture. She smiles wickedly at me, tongue darting out to quickly swipe across her bottom lip. Hate her? No, I could never hate this woman.

“Are you all ready to order?” A small figured woman stands tentatively at one end of the table. I note her tight white blouse and a few buttons left open to let everyone have a peek at her cleavage. She seemed to have some sort of confidence, but it was possibly shattered by the six incredibly powerful men and five of their intimidating wives. She goes around the table writing down each and every order, and when she reaches me she seems to have lost her voice.

“Wh-what would you like, sir?” she stutters. Oh I can have some fun with this one.

“What would you recommend, darling?” I ask sweetly, and when I look up at her her cheeks have burned crimson.

“I-uh..I don’t know, sir. The Thai steamed mussels are divine.” She swallows.  

“Thai steamed mussels it is then. And some more wine.” I smirk at her. She bites her lower lip and and gives me a shy smile before nodding at continuing with the rest of the table.

I dare to look across, and surely, Y/N is glaring at me. Her eyes burn with fury and for a brief moment I feel like she might scream.

I lick my lips and dare her to retaliate. She raises a brow and loses her disapproving frown, giving me that ice cool look. She leans into her husband, kissing his neck while he talks to Oscar who is right across from him.

“What are you doing?” I hear him harshly whisper to her. She flinches and shrugs her shoulders, looking down at her hand in her lap.

“Now where were we?” he resumes his conversation with Oscar.

I stare intently at her, almost begging her with my eyes to look at me and she does a great job of ignoring me. Well, it won’t be that easy. I pull out my phone and begin type up a text.

What are you wearing under that dress?

L xx

I read it over and press send, waiting for her reaction. I see her hand reach in her purse and her eyes go wide for a moment. She slowly meets my gaze and ever so slightly shakes her head, “Nothing” she mouths. Oh the things this woman does to me.

BATHROOM. NOW.

L xx

I quickly hit send and almost instantly she stands and saunters towards the bathrooms.

“I’m going to find that waitress” I say to the table, followed by a storm of groans from the women, and laughs from the men.

“You dog!” Jonathan laughs in mock offense.

I reach the bathroom and surprisingly find Y/N standing in the hall, in between both doors.

“You want to be escorted, madam?” I run the pad of my thumb along her chin.

“You’re so cute” she laughs while shaking her head. “No, just want to kiss you” She places her warm hand at the nape of my neck, caressing softly. We stare at eachother for a moment longer before her lips meet mine in a sweet, delicate kiss.

“What am I going to do with you, Y/N?” I lick her bottom lip

“Many things, I hope” she tries but fails at a sultry voice, giggling at the end. I enjoy her playful attitude, a sight I get to see on occasion, but not as often as I’d like.

“What has put you in such a good mood this evening” I nip her earlobe and can’t help but laugh as she shrugs away and giggles with me.

“I know you tried to toy with me by flirting with that waitress.” She changes the subject,  her tone more serious. This woman baffles me.

“And you responded quite indecently, as I recall” I step back and gauge her reaction.

“Indecently!? He’s my husband!” She almost shouts.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m not here to fight. How about you tell Charles you’re not feeling well, take the car home, and I tell the guys I’m planning on bedding a woman who’s caught my eye” The thought is so tempting, and I know she’s tempted too.

“And lie to my husband?” She shakes her head after a beat.

“What, you want to tell him the truth?” I laugh, “And besides, it’s not a complete lie, if that bothers you so much” My hand reaches for hers, but she jerks away.

“I can’t do that!” her temper has taken a complete turn. Fine, you want to shout? I can do that.

“Why do you always act like that!” I’m across from her now, back against the wall.

“Act like what?” She spits, narrowing her eyes.

“Like all of this is my wrong-doing? Like you’re the perfect little wife and he’s the perfect husband and I’m just in the way?” She stays quiet staring at me, so I continue, “You seem to forget who was the one who came on to who!” I fire, using all my ammo. “And you never see your husband for who he really is, a self-loathing, self-centered, son-of-a-bitch.”

Her eyes are wide and brimmed with tears, but she stands her ground, ready to fire right back. “You’re just a lonely fool, you know that? I’m probably your longest lasting relationship, and it isn’t even a real relationship. A sad, lonely, fool.” She shakes her head. “You think I will end up with you? Leave my husband who loves me and runaway into the sunset with you?” She smiles. “That’s so pathetic, I almost feel bad for you”

That hurt. Bad. She is about to walk off, but I take her arm, “Y/N, I know you love me, and I love you” I swallow. “You think you’re husband cares about you? He sees you as an accessory, something to go with his suit. You’re the perfect cliche, Y/N.”

For a moment I see the hurt in her eyes, the pain from the truth coursing through her, but its soon replaced by a cold blank stare. “Is that all, Mr. Tomlinson?” I nod before letting go of her arm and heading towards the front.

“And Y/N?” I turn. “I may be a fool, but you’re the sad and lonely one.” I don’t even give her a chance to respond, if she was planning on it, and stalk off, making my leave.

  Zayn: (Mad- Ne-Yo)  As I sit on the couch, watching my girlfriend of 8 months, all I can do is wonder what she must be thinking. Neither of us have said a word because we know that if we do, talking will just turn into screaming. All of the sudden Y/N startles me by clearing her throat. As I look into her eyes, I can tell she is about to break the silence.

“Zayn, I can’t handle this anymore!” Y/N screams, not taking me the least bit by surprise. I already know what she is about to bring up.

“Zayn, these rumours are killing me. Every single night, there are a billion pictures of you with another woman. I’ve been doing this for 8 months and I honestly feel like I have given all I can give.” Y/N explains, as her eyes start to well with tears.

“Y/N, you know that none of those have ever or will ever be true!” I scream, watching as she flinches, surprised by my harsh tone.

“Zayn, it’s not only that. These screaming matches that we have every night are ridiculous.”

“news flash, Y/N! we wouldn't have these screaming matches if you just fucking trusted me!” As soon as those words left my mouth, Y/N stormed off to our shared bedroom.

I understand where she is coming from but it’s so hard to be accused of something every night. Sometimes she asks questions like she already knows what my answer is going to be. I feel like we are fighting a war that both of us are losing. After thinking about our relationship for what seemed like hours, I finally decide to go upstairs and apologise. I can’t sleep knowing she is upset with me.

As I crack open the large wooden door, I see her small figure lying in a ball under our duvet. I know she is awake her sniffling giving her away.

“Baby?” I say timidly, from the doorway.

“What?” Y/N sniffles. I use her calm response as an invitation to enter our bedroom. “Listen, I know that we have our ups and downs, but every couple does. You cannot just expect us to never fight. This love isn’t going to be perfect. I don’t want you to go to sleep mad at me. So can we make up now?” I ask, secretly praying that she will say yes.

“Of course we can. Zayn, I never want to be upset with you. I just get a little insecure sometimes. There are always so many rumours circulating about you, that I have some trouble trusting you. I know that isn’t fair and I promise that I will try to work on that.” Y/N says, and I can tell that she means that with the uttermost sincerity.

“Thank you, baby.”

“I love you, Zayn.” Y/N utters.

“I love you too, babe. Now can we go to sleep. I’m exhausted.” I say yawing, as if on cue. Y/N nods her head and motions for me to come lay next to her. I strip down into my boxers and climb in next to Y/N. I immediately reach out and grab her by the waist, pulling her into me, lightly kissing the back of her neck.

“Goodnight, Zayn.”  

“Goodnight, Angel.”

[1dwishesandkisses-blog]

Hi! Could I like get a prefrences masterlist? That would be awesome!!

While I’m at it I would also like to explain that we are going to be leaving this blog in a little bit. So if any of you have any last requests for preferences, or imagines or whatever, now is the time! I’ll explain it more in other posts, but just a heads up that in about a week requests are going to be closed and we are going to stop writing on here. Love you guys. XX

 Preferences Master List…

#1: Matching…

#2: He makes you Breakfast (YouTube inspired)…

#3: You Meet Him (Funny/Rebel)…

#4: Shirt You Buy Him…

#5: What you Word Vomit When Meet Him (Funny/Melissa)…

#6: Key Covers he Buys You…

#7: Key Covers you Buy Him…

#8: Bandages you Bought Specifically for Him…

#9: You do Something Embarrassing that He Finds Cute…

#10: Nail Art he Likes on You…

#11: At Home Date…

#12: The Other Boy(s) Think You Should Date…

#13: He brings you as His Plus One to a Wedding…

#14: He Tweets a Picture of You…

#15: Shoes he buys you…     

#16: Phone Cover you Buy Him…   

#17: Phone Cover he Buys You…

#18: You Give him the Silent Treatment…

#19: Easter Dress/Meet the Parents…

#20: Easter/Spring Treats…

#21: April Fools’…

#22: You Dance and he Reacts…

#23: Wedding Dress…

#24: He Tweets a Picture of you with his Fans…

#25: You have an Affair with Him (Requested)…

#26: You have an Affair with Him Part 2 (Requested) - His POV…

#27: He Tweets a Picture of you and your Friend(s)…

#28: Long Distance Relationship…

#29: Movie Night…

#30: He Tweets a Picture of You with his Sibling(s)…

#31: You find out/ know you can’t have kids together…

#32: You try to Seduce Him (Funny/Kristen)…

#33: He Tweets a picture of You and Your Brother…

#34: He Tweets a picture of You and Your Sister…

#35: He has Fun with your Beauty Supplies…

#36: Sports (Not your Average Preference)…

#37: You are his Celebrity Crush, You Model You (Requested)…

#38: He Finds your Tumblr…

#39: Camping…

#40: At least out loud I won’t say I’m in Love…

#41: No way, No how I won’t say it no no (His P.O.V.)…

#42: 6th Member Interview (Requested)…

#43: He Picks a Tattoo for You…

#44: The Breakup…

#45: He Tries to Cheer You Up (Funny/Jake)…

#46: The Break Up Part 2/ The Make Up (Requested) – His P.O.V…

#47: You Tweet a Picture of Bachelorette Party Shirts…

#48: Friendlier than Friends…

#49: How you Handle the Paparazzi…

#50: Breakup Gif…

#51: Sister’s Boyfriend, but Protective of You (Requested)…

#52: Your Daughter Gets her Period and You’re not Home- His POV (Requested)…

#53: Just Like Daddy…

#54: 6th Member More than Band Mates…

#55: Maternity Shirt…

#56: He Retweets Your MOH’s Picture about the Bachelorette Party…

#57: Lazy Day Shirt…

#58: Necklace he Buys You…

#59: Family Costume Party…

#60: He Tweets a Trick or Treating Picture with your Baby…

#61: Ticklish…

#62: He Convinces you to get a Small Hand Tattoo…

#63: Snowed In…

#64: Faking It With Friends (Requested)…

#65: Frenemies at the High School Reunion (Requested)…

#66: Breaking Walls (Requested)…

#67: That One Thing at Your Wedding…

#68: He has Cancer (Requested)…

#69: Valentine’s Day…

#70: He’s not Feeling Well (Requested)…

#71: Wedding Dress Shopping (Requested)…

#72: Mugged (Requested)…

#73: Just Because I’m Mad Doesn’t Mean I Stop Caring (Requested)…

#74: Masquerade (Requested)…

#75: Hospital (Requested)…

#76: Bus Breaks Down (Requested)…

#77: Cupcakes you Make Together…

#78: Boats ‘N Hoes (Requested)…

#79: You Try to Change for Him (Requested)…

#80: Just Because I’m Mad Doesn’t Mean I Stop Caring Part 2 (Requested) - His POV…

#81: How he Sleeps (Requested)…

#82: First Dance (Requested)…

#83: He Misses the Birth (Requested)…

#84: He Misses the Birth Part 2 (Requested) – His POV…

#85: 6th Member He Sticks Up for You…

#86: Fighting Feelings (Requested)…

#87: Twin Onesies…

#88: Fighting Feelings Part Two-His POV (Requested)…

#89: 6th Member Secret Love…

#90: He Tweets a Picture of You’re Creation…

#91: Your Relationship Summed Up in Gifs…

#92: Giving Yourself to Him  (Requested)…

[firstsoloharrystan]

Preference #3 - His reaction to you moaning his name

Louis:,,Lo..Lou’’ You stop in between to catch you’re breath. He loves that you are worked up. ,, Yeah Babe? “  You moan his name over and over again unaware what it is doing to him. ,,Just like that babe i love it when you moan like that”

Liam: You're eyes widen, and you quickly grabs his hand under the table. “Liam, Baby no, not here.” But that doesn’t stop him, he loves catching you off guard  

Harry: ,,Harry, harry i’m close “ you moan pulling the sheets. ,, How does it feel? Ugh ?” he loves it when he is in control. ,,Good so fucking good’’ his hands start touching all over you.,,Yeah should i push like this ?“ he sees slamming into you loving the reaction he gets   

Niall: He loves it .The desperation in you’re voice, he doesn’t let his lip off of you at any point. He kissed  you roughly not being able to get enough  of you.

Zayn: ,, Zayn ’‘ you moaned overcoming by pleasure , digging you’re fingers in the back of his neck. Whit him on top working whit you in perfect rhythm. ,,You like that ” he sees kissing you’re neck and after a wile  giving you a long kiss. It felt innocent  so you relax. Suddenly he pusches in you hard.     

[liambedhead]

All of Me (Song Preference) - Harry

You're my downfall; you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. I can't stop singing; it's ringing, in my head for you.

You stood in the wings of the stage, watching the boys perform, but Harry didn’t know you were there.  It had been Zayn’s idea to bring you to the show, as Harry wasn’t acting very much like himself lately. 

As you watched him perform it quickly became clear that Zayn was right.  Harry was walking around on stage, performing dance moves when he should and singing when needed, but the sparkle in his eye was gone. It was like he was there, but he wasn’t present. 

The boys all took their seats on the stage and Zayn began to sing Little Things.  Harry’s eyes scanned the audience before you saw him sigh and turn to look at Zayn, but his eyes shot past him to you standing directly behind Zayn in the wings. His eyes lit up and he just stared at you.

“I love you,” you mouthed and pointed at him. Harry just continued to stare at you in a stupor.

Niall elbowed him in the side, “You gonna sing man?” he asked, and Harry brought his attention back to what he was doing.  He had missed singing with Liam and forgotten about his solo. 

Niall played a couple chords before his part and Harry fell into line flawlessly. He belted out his solo like you knew he could, staring at you the entire time.  When the song ended he stood up and started slowly making his way over to you.

“Sorry about that everyone,” he said into the microphone. “Someone who I care about very much is here and it just surprised me, as I haven’t seen her in a very long time.” The audience erupted into cheers, as they knew exactly whom he was talking about. He stepped off stage and enveloped you in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, a smile decorating his face.

“I came to see you,” you smiled, “Now go back out there,” you smiled, giving him a slight push.

“I love you [Y/N],” he beamed and pressed his lips to yours.

“I love you too Harry, now go!” you shoved him back out onto stage. For the rest of the show Harry was all smiles.  He walked around giddily, laughing at all the boys antics and shooting you a smile every minute.

[1droughandfluff]

Preference #24 - He Finds Out You Have A Boyfriend

Louis: I watched this beautiful girl walk around aimlessly in this book store, never bothering to even pick up a book. Her eyes scanned each title before turning to the next aisle of novels, every now and then picking one up to examine it; she never bothered with reading the back, not even a page, she just would pick up one that had caught her eye and examine it as if it were a piece of fruit she was debating whether or not to bag. I wanted to know what she was thinking the whole time, what she thought of each book, but never did I have the nerve to go up and ask her. It was like this everyday, I’d see her stroll into the store and go straight to one end and soon enough making it all around the place, seeing every book or nick nack we had here. Why did she even bother with this place? we had old books here, used and tattered things, some you could barely call a book with how torn up it was. But nonetheless she came, almost everyday. Today was no different, and right when the clock struck two, in she came. She started at the front, looking through the few vinyl we had in bins and humming a tune to herself. I loved when she did that, it seemed to make my work day go by much faster. I sat back in my chair at the cash register, admiring the skip she had in her step as she moved about, and before I knew it, it was almost 3:00, usually more time goes by before I notice that I’ve been sitting here drooling over her, but today an idea too tempting to give up struck me. What if I actually do my job and ask if she needs help? it was brilliant! I walked towards her, straightening my name tag and running a hand through my hair as I approached. “Hey, um-do you need any help?” smooth Louis. She slowly turned to face me, hands still placed on the bin of records, “Hey” she smiled, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. “Yeah, actually” she looked back at the bin, “I was wondering if you had any more of these? see, I got a new record player for someone and I see some stuff here they’d like but I’d like to see some more, if you have any” she rambled, flipping through the vintage disks. “Oh, um, we do actually, follow me” I scratched the back of my neck and led her to the storage room in the far right corner of the place. “There’s a few we keep back here” I shrugged, moving to the side to let her in. “Awesome!” she laughed with excitement, probably not anticipating the whole wall covered with boxes upon boxes of vinyl. “This is perfect” she was going through a box labeled “Black Sabbath”, seeming to be in love with whatever she was witnessing. She pulled out a total of eight different records all from different boxes, walking up to me and nodding to tell me she was done. “I’ll pay for these now” she said, this time leading me to the register. “Funny, I think this is the first time you’ve bought something here” I laughed, her sweet giggle filling my ears soon after. “Yeah” she shrugged. “Great albums by the way” I commented while scanning her items, “I know right!! they’re going to love it!” excitement lit her eyes as she lifted her purchases. Here it is, this is the part where you ask the woman you’ve had this little girl crush on for months out, just go for it. “So hey, I was wondering-” I was interrupted by the annoying ring of the bell alerting oncoming customers and the heavy footsteps of an approaching man. “Hey, babe!” she sang, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hey, baby” he smiled, kissing her forehead. “I got you some records!” she held the bag out in front of him, him then taking it from her hands. “Aww, thanks babe” she looked through the records, clearly loving her choices and giving her an adoring look, a look that only a man in love would give his woman. “These are perfect” he wrapped one large arm around her slim waist, guiding both of them out of the store, completely oblivious to the hurting cashier. “Well then…” I sighed, sitting back in my chair.

Zayn:  “You should see her, man. She looks fucking great” Liam wrapped an arm around me, quickly gulping down most of his drink. “And when I say ‘great’ I mean great.” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Shut up” I laughed. “How long has it been since you’ve seen her? six years? even then she was hot” he looked up, having a deep thought. “When’d you see her?” I asked. It was true, the last time I saw Y/N was nearly six years ago, and my god was she something even then; she was the girl all the boys drooled over, but fortunately for me, I was the only one she had eyes for. “Hmm. let me see….it was at some bar, I think it was some bridesmaids party or something, but she was there and we said hi” he said before downing the last of drink. “I hope she’ll remember me” I looked down at my shoes, almost embarrassed of my confession. “Are you kidding me? you guys went out for how long? let’s see, the whole time we were in highschool and two years after that! I think she’ll fucking remember you, mate” he patted my back. I nodded, looking back up at him. “Now, I’ll be over there, it isn’t a highschool reunion without Liam god damn Payne” he stood,buttoning his jacket and making his way towards the center of the room. I turned in my stool, ordering a glass of whiskey. My thoughts began to drift over to Y/N and how lovely she actually was. From what I remember, she was this effortless beauty that you thought you’d only see in movies. She had the softest hair and brightest eyes, paired with those pouty ever-so kissable lips. And her pink-tinted cheeks are only one of the many things I dreamt about after our breakup. It’d take a fool to not fall in love with Y/N; that was thing about her, you couldn’t not fall for her. Just as my eyes found the entrance, she stepped in. I knew it was her, just the subtle sway of her hips alone gave it away. She wore a complementing black dress, starting at a heavenly plunged neckline and stopping just above her knees. She had definitely matured from when I last saw her and by god had time been kind; she seemed to have a cloud of confidence following her as she walked, enhancing this full womanly look. “Fuck” I breathed as we made eye contact, her peering eyes lighting up and parted lips turning into a bright smile. “Holy shit!” she said with excitement as she approached me. “Hey” I smiled into the half hug she granted me. “How long has it been?” she asked as I grudgingly pulled away from her embrace, “Too long” I laughed. She sat herself in the stool next to mine, immediately having the bartenders attention and having her drink within minutes. “So, what’s up with you?” she propped her head in one of her hands, lifting her glass to her lips with the other. “Well...a lot” I stated simply, “How about you?” I asked. “Well, a lot” she smiled. Drinks were finished, and then more. We talked for ages, until the full group of close to a hundred dwindled into a mere 20 or 30. I didn’t notice how close Y/N and I were to each other until Liam came, of course pointing it out. Her head leaned on my shoulder, and ever so often she would slightly shift, her soft curls tickling my cheek. “Y/N…” I trailed. She turned to look me in the eyes, “Yea-” she was about to respond but was cut off from my hungry kiss. She moved closer to me, letting me lace my fingers through her hair and let my other hand explore the expanse of her back. She pulled away slightly, letting her lips rest lightly on mine, “Not here” she said against my lips. I nodded and desperately guided us to a narrow hallway near the back, leading to the bathrooms. I immediately pushed her against the cold brick, pressing myself on her and having both my arms on the side of her head. She wrapped her arms around my torso pulling me closer than I thought possible. I could feel her breasts against my chest and the sweet warm air of her breath fanning over me as she breathed out, I would do anything in that moment to having her laying naked under me. “Zayn..” she moaned, making my hips buck to grind into her. “Zayn, wait” lightly, she pushed my shoulders back, halting the faultless rhythm of our mouths. “If you aren’t comfortable with this we don’t have to-” she shook her head and silenced me before I could finish, “Zayn, it’s...I have a boyfriend” she looked down. I didn’t know what to do, so there I stood, frozen. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I saw you and all these feelings came back and-and..I don’t know” her hands came up to cover her face. “I’ll go” she turned when she got no response. I grabbed her wrist before she left, “Y/N..”, “What?” she gave me an exasperated look. “I won’t tell if you won’t” and with that she rushed back into my arms, taking control and pushing me into the cold brick wall.

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[1droughandfluff]

Preference#24 He Finds Out You Have a Boyfriend

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Niall: “She’s what?” I asked Liam. “She’s dating another guy” he shrugged his shoulders. I stood up from the couch, something I’ve felt glued to for the past couple of weeks. “How do you know?” I said just below a scream. “Calm down, man.” He took a step towards me, attempting to give me a comforting pat to the back. I shook off his hand, “How the fuck do you know!” he shook his head and looked away from my hard gaze. “I-” he sighed. “I was talking to her the other day...and she brought him up” he was talking to her? “Why the fuck were you talking to her? how were you talking to her?” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My best friend talking to...my ex? I needed fucking answers. “Well, when you guys broke up..we kept in touch...” he told me as if he was ashamed...good, he should be. “Why? why would you want to talk to my ex?” I could just beat the fuck out of him right now. “Look, Niall. Just because you want to cut all ties with Y/N does not mean everybody should. She is a nice girl and I would like to remain friends with her” he had his finger in my face, a stone expression getting his point through. I didn’t want to cut all ties with her? I love her. I was prepared to give him hell, say the most hurtful things I could muster, but when I opened my mouth, nothing I wanted to spit could come out. “Okay” I threw my head back, sighing in defeat. “Okay” Liam just nodded, backing up.

Liam: I stepped into the overly crowded restaurant Y/N insisted we come to for one of our weekly chats. It was different from the previous place we always went to, this one was obviously bigger, it also had a darker light throughout it, giving off a more romantic scene. Could this be hinting to something? had one of our chats turn into...a date? I followed the young lady to my seat, setting myself in the chair across from Y/N. She looked amazing, as always. This time though, there was something different; her eyes light brighter and her smile wider. “Hey” she sang as I got situated in my seat. “Hey yourself” I smiled back. The dimly lit restaurant barely let me admire the light makeup on her face, the perfect curve of her crimson lips as she kept up conversation, or her manicured hands and how they move in exaggerated gestures as she spoke; I counted about eight times that I almost complained to a damn waiter about this lighting, to open some damn windows or flip a damn light switch. I was pulled from my thoughts when Y/N coughed, drawing my full attention. “So I’m sure you’re wondering why I chose this place” she waved her hands  around, “And I’ve been meaning to tell you, it’s just that I never knew if it was a good enough time, you know? I wanted to be sure we were officially just friends. No more dwelling in the past.” she took a sip from her glass of water as I nodded, “No more dwelling in the past” I repeated. “Okay, well...I met someone!” she exclaimed excitedly, pausing and waiting for my reaction. What could I do? confess my undying love? say that I don’t want this to be over, that I never lost what I’d felt for her? “awesome!” I gave a stiff smile, which seemed to be okay in her book because right after she gave me another one her award winning grins. “I am so relieved, you have no idea” she sighed. “Why would you be worried about telling me?” I asked as the waiter dropped off our meals, I stared down at my plate suddenly not being able to look up at her for the first time the whole time being here. “Well, you know how much history we have; we’ve been through alot! hell, we were together for almost six years, Liam! I guess I just wanted to be sure that we were over all of that” she cut into her filet mignon before continuing, “I wanted to be sure we were good enough friends and not ex lovers.” she finished with biting a forkful of food. My heart sank as the words kept falling from her mouth; each sentence was pushing the knife deeper into my chest. My hands became clammy and shook as I pushed one through my hair. “Annnd…” she started. Oh god, there’s more. “We’re here” she gestured around the place, “Because this is his restaurant” she beamed. Fucking perfect.

Harry: I pushed past sweaty bodies, making my way to the bar, probably my tenth time tonight. “Hey” I stopped Y/N from behind the bar, rushing to make another drink. “Another drink, Harry?” she had an emused grin, never slowing her hustle. “I would like another coke, actually” I put emphasis on coke. She smiled up at me, her messy ponytail leaving some stray strands of hair to frame her face. As she was about to say something back, a large man stepped up beside me, commanding our attention with his massive height. “I ordered that drink ten minutes ago” he barked at Y/N, easily leaning over the bar to get her earshot. “Oh! I’m sorry! I’ll put that together for you” she moved around behind the bar, getting everything necessary for his drink. I turned to the large man next to me, seeing how his eyes travel down her body, almost as if he’d rather drink her. I feel her arm slightly rub against my shoulder as she reaches out and hands the prick his drink, distracting me from almost smashing his head against the bar top. “Here, sorry for the wait” her sweet voice carried through the over crowded bar. “Mhm” he stared at her awhile, never returning her warm smile and then walking back to the end of the bar. “He was a dick” I said once he was gone. She laughed while sliding over my glass of coke, “Some customers are worse” she shrugged. She pulled out a wet washcloth and began cleaning up little spills on the bar, causing more of her unruly hair to fall from her ponytail. “so, I know we don’t really know each other-”, “Ha!” she scoffed. “Okay, we don’t really know each other, at all, but I think we should change that” she stopped her task and looked up at me, “And what did you have in mind?” she crossed her arms. “I don’t know, we could get to know each other over some dinner...” I smiled while taking a long sip of my drink. She stared at me for a bit, never dropping my gaze. “I’m sure you and my boyfriend would hit it off very well” I choked on my drink, putting it down with a coughing fit. She threw her head back in laughter and continued as my coughing finally ceased. “I’m-uh, I’m sorry, I had no idea-I” I rubbed the back of my neck and looked down at my almost empty drink. “It’s totally fine” she giggled, “You had no way in knowing” she placed her hand on my arm, trying to provide some sort of comfort. “I look like an idiot” I said while she continued wiping down the bar. “Yeah, but a cute idiot” she winked, going over to the other end and leaving me to sulk with a new glass of coke.

[justsomeorestories-blog]

Goodnight Kisses

Louis-"Get over here!" Louis laughed. You were laughing avoiding his lips and jumping around the bed. "Give me a kiss!" Louis laughed. "No!" You said rolling over as he pounced to where you had been lying, "It tickles!" You pretended to stroke a fake beard. "I could shave it." He said standing up. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. "No, I like it..." You smiled. He leaned over and you let him kiss you softly, the hairs on his chin tickling you. "Good to sleep now?" You asked with a smile. He nodded, pulling you close. "Goodnight..."

Niall-It wasn't home. It was a plane flight across an ocean, cuddled next to Niall. It was late. You leaned as close as the seats would allow, leaning on his shoulder. "Hey...You awake Darlin'?" You heard him ask softly. You nodded your head a bit. He laughed quietly, "Ya forgot something..." You felt him adjust and hold you up. You couldn't open your eyes before his lips were on yours. "Sleep tight darlin'..." He whispered. you smiled and drifted completely to sleep.

Liam-You were laying on his couch. Your cheeks were red from tears and even asleep, your breathing was still uneven. Liam looked at you sadly. He hated to see you hurt. You were like his little sister. He lifted you carefully off the couch and carried you to his room. You stayed asleep. He set you down and covered you up. He moved some hair and kissed your forehead. "Goodnight Love..." He whispered with an affectionate look, "Sweetest dreams..."

Harry-"I'LL ONLY STAY WITH YOU ONE MORE NIIIGHT!" You sang loudly along to the radio in the hotel room. You danced around the room singing while Harry was in the shower. You came out for some of his australian shows and were spending a few nights with him. You flopped onto your bed laughing. "Only one more night? I thought you said four." Harry smiled walking into the room in his underwear. "If you insist." You winked. He crawled next to you and kissed you, pushing you down. "Lets have some fun before bed..." He smiled turning off the light.

Zayn-"I'm so glad you're home..." You said into his chest. Tour was over. No more travels, no more being a world away, he was home. "I missed you Sweetheart..." He said holding you tight. After swapping stories of tour life, you both went to bed. You cuddled close to him under the blankets and just looked into his eyes. "I've missed you so much..." You whispered. He said nothing. He just pressed his lips against yours. For the longest time, you were connected, and the world was just the two of you. Just the two of you...