One direction - Preference

Jeg er helt tosset med de her "preferences" som jeg finder på nettet. Jeg har ingen rettigheder eller what-so-ever til dem her.

Jeg skriver også nogle danske imagines (som jeg selv finder på), så hvis i keder jer, skulle i også til at tage et smut forbi dem.

Håber i vil nyde dem :D

OBS de er alle sammen på engelsk :)

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100. He finds out you used to like One Direction.

 

 

Niall:

“Uh, babe, come here.” You heard Niall call from the other room. You stopped what you were doing and went into the office. “Yeah?” You asked Niall. Niall was on the computer and was laughing non-stop. “Come see.” He said through his laughing fit. You were confused at what could be so funny, but you went to see anyway. You looked at the screen and you could have died. It was your old One Direction blog. “No, no, no, this isn’t even the best part.” Niall said dying, clicking on your ‘About Me’ page. “Hi, my name is Y/N and I like, no LOVE, One Direction. Niall is my favorite and he WILL have my babies.” Niall read out loud. He scrolled down and you dreaded what was coming. Your pictures of your bedroom completely covered with One Direction faces. A picture of you with a One Direction hat, shirt, and homemade sweatpants, covered the screen. Niall put his head on the keyboard and cried with laughter. You were tired of him making of you, so you closed out the screen. “No one knows about this.” You told Niall through gritted teeth. You started to walk out, but Niall called to you. “Too late, it’s all over twitter.” Niall laughed. You screamed and slammed the office door shut, getting away from Niall.

 

Liam:

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else.” You sung to yourself. Liam was away at the studio, while you cleaned the house. You went through the closet, cleaning out old things. Something caught your eye. You pulled out the old album and smiled. It was your One Direction CD. You still remember the day you brought it. You and your friends were obsessed. You remember how you went to their signing, even though your mom told you not to. You were so nervous to meet the boys because of stories you read on tumblr and twitter. At the time, Zayn was your favorite, only because Liam was seeing Danielle. You remembered the way Liam looked at you, when he first saw you. He didn’t say much, but the way he looked, said it all. You went through the line and gathered your book at the end. You turned around to wait for your friends and noticed Liam staring at you. Soon, Paul pushed you away and you couldn’t see Liam anymore. When you got home, you looked at the book and read the boys’ autograph. You looked at Liam and noticed a number. It was the day that started everything. “Is that a One Direction CD?” You heard a voice ask behind you. You turned and looked at Liam, “Yeah, it is.” “I still remember that day and that Zayn sweatshirt you had on, but it was still the best day of my life.” Liam confessed. 

 

Louis:

“Wait. So were you that obsessed fan or a chill one?” Louis asked, clearly amused. “Louis, it doesn’t matter.” You said, annoyed. “You were the obsessed one. I knew it.” Louis shouted, proud of himself. Louis had just found out, that you were once a fan of One Direction. He stumbled across your pictures from years ago. Ever since he found them, he won’t shut up about them. He’s been teasing you, the entire week. “Louis, shut up.” You threw a pillow qat him. He caught the pillow and threw it down. “This is so priceless. You were a Harry girl, weren’t you?” Louis asked. He was right. You loved Harry. His curls, smile, and cute laugh. That all changed when you met Louis, of course, but at the time you were obsessed. “Nope.” You lied. Louis laughed, “Oh whatever, you probably used to kiss his posters every night and morning.” Louis joked. You didn’t say anything because it was true. “Oh my god, you did.” Louis was now on the floor, rolling with laughter. “I’m definitely telling Harry this. This is perfect.” Louis got up and went to call Harry. You reminded yourself to burn those pictures later.

 

Harry:

You and Harry had decided to have a barbecue at your house and invite all your old friends. You sat outside and talking about old memories. Some were funny, sad, or just plain cringe-worthy. “But Y/N, do you remember how obsessed you were with One Direction?” Your best friend brought up. Everyone around the table was dying with laughter. You looked at Harry, who was shocked. You never told him you liked One Direction. When you met at a mall, you played like you didn’t even know him. “Uh, yeah.” You said softly. “Oh god, y’all, she had every possible thing of One Direction. Shirts, hats, phone cases, pens, notebooks, plates, I mean everything. And her room, oh Jesus, full of their faces. But remember how your favorite wasn’t Harry?” Your friend smirked. You were 99% sure, she was just trying to embarrass you now. Harry looked at you, waiting for you to speak. “I need more to drink.” You got up and went to the kitchen. “Didn’t know you were a fan?” Harry asked from behind you. You turned around and shrugged your shoulders. “You never were suppose to. And now I look like a actual creep because of my ‘best friend’.” You put air quotes around best friend. “I thought it was cute, I mean I wish you would have told me before, but it’s cute.” Harry smiled at you.

 

Zayn:

“Omg, Zayn is sooooooo hot.” Louis said, in a girly voice. “Look, at his cheekbones. Perfuckingfection.” Niall said in a equally girly voice. The boys were over at you and Zayn’s house. You had left to go to the store and came back to talking in weird voices. You went to the living room and saw them crowded around Zayn’s laptop. “Guys, idk. I just want to have Zayn Malik’s babies.” Harry read out. “What are you all doing?” You asked, staring at them oddly. Louis looked up and laughed, “If it isn’t ‘mrszaynmalik’ herself. How are you babe?” Your eyes grew big. MrsZaynMalik? You knew that from somewhere. It was something. Oh no. It was your old tumblr. It was dedicated to the one and only, Zayn Malik. Who was now your boyfriend. You ran over to the screen, pushing them out of the way, to see the one thing that was going to hunt you for the rest of your life. Your tumblr stared back at you. You looked at the sidebar, to see a picture of you. It wasn’t just a normal picture. It was you and a poster of Zayn, on a date. You had managed to tape the poster to cardboard and put it in a chair. You screamed and the boys laughed. You went through the old text posts and could have shot yourself. What were you thinking? You sounded like a creep. You looked at Zayn, thinking he would be creeped out, but he was crying with laughter. You felt yourself starting to laugh. It was kinda funny in a way. Soon, you were going through your tumblr, laughing with the boys at some of things you had actually posted.

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