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 :)


149. He gets jealous of your celebrity crush.



Harry - “Oh. My. God. Hunter Hayes is sooo hot.” You said, staring at your computer screen. Harry rolled his eyes, slamming your laptop shut. “HARRY!” You squealed, trying to reboot it. “Yes kitten?” He asked innocently. Reopening Youtube and starting one of his songs, you almost started drooling. “He sings like an angel. I LOVE him.” Harry stared at the screen, disgusted. “He sings like… like… something really bad.” Shoving him off the couch, you returned to your fangirling. Harry looked up at you, obviously hurt. He walked off into the bedroom, hanging his head. “Ugh, Haz, come back.” You sighed, shutting your laptop. “I didn’t mean it. I love you!” He ignored everything you said slamming the door. You pressed your whole body against it, and started singing. “It’s gotta be you! Only you! It’s gotta be you! Only you!” You heard him chuckling, but he still didn’t open the door. “Harryyyyy. Please let me in. Let me make it up to!” You begged. He opened the the door a small crack, grinning cheekily. “Like how?” You pushed the door open the rest of the way, giving him a kiss. “Oh, I like that.” He muttered, his lips still pressed against yours.


Zayn - “Hurry!!” You cried at Zayn, who was putting Eclipse into the DVD player. You absolutely adored Taylor Lautner and he looked super hot in this movie. And he got all shirtless. “Done.” He sighed, cuddling up next to you on the couch. As the movie started playing you squealed every time Taylor came on screen. “What is your problem now Boo?” He asked rolling his eyes. “TAYLOR. LAUTNER. IS. SO. SEXY.” You moaned. He narrowed his eyes, studying his competition. “Nah, he’s not good looking at all.” You stared in shock at him, before pointing at the door. “Out.” You joked. “You don’t like Taylor, get out.” He raised his eyebrows, before getting up and starting for the door. You grabbed his arm, holding him back. “Zayn, I’m just kidding, get back here!” He yanked his arm away, and glared. “No, I see how it is. You’d rather be with him then me.” And then he walked out the door. You jumped up from your seat, chasing after him. Once you opened the door, your face was stung with icy wind. There was snow all over the ground, and you were only in your stockings. “ZAYN!” You called out into the dark. No reply. You ran out after him, the snow seeping through the thin material of your socks. “Zaaaaayn! Please come back. I love you the mostest! You are WAY sexier than Taylor! I swear!” Still nothing. The cold was getting to you, and you started shivering. The tears started to come, realizing how badly you had hurt Zayn. “Boo, don’t cry.” You heard him whisper from behind you. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back towards the house. “You’re gonna get sick out here. Now let’s go watch something else. Preferably Lautner less.”


Niall - “Oh my God. I can’t believe were actually here!” You squealed, bouncing up and down in your seat. Niall had gotten you courtside seats for the Timberwolves, and you were super excited. You had been a fan of them since you could remember, and you had a huge crush on the Spanish cutie, Ricky Rubio. Once the game started, you were hooting and hollering waving your Rubio sign every other minute. Between that and your Rubio jersey, you were sure he would notice you. And you were right. In the middle of the 3rd quarter, he looked over at you giving you a smile. For the rest of the game he kept glancing at you, causng you to have mini heart attacks. “Niall, I swear to God,he is looking at me.” You whispered, tugging at his sleeve. He looked up at the young, super hot point guard, scowling. Rubio got fouled, and as he got up to take his free throw, he winked at you. Niall protectively put his arm around his shoulder, shooting Ricky a dirty look. When the ball flew effortlessly into the basket, you jumped up from your seat screaming and clapping. Ricky grinned at you as he jogged past, and Niall gasped. He grabbed your hand, pulling you back into your seat. “Princess, that dirty cunt is trying to steal you from me!” He whined. You shook your head, and kissed him on the cheek. “Ni, I love you. You are the only one for me, and he could never steal me from you.” He relaxed a little bit, but still kept a watchful eye on him the rest of the game, whilst eating nachos and cotton candy.


Louis - “Ryan Gosling is so fine.” You mused, watching The Notebook with Louis. He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. “Ohhh abs.” You grinned, almost drooling at the perfection that was Ryan’s chest. “But his ass is almost non-existent.” Louis pointed out, “I however, am bootylicious.” You giggled, not taking your eyes off the screen. “Oh shush. Ryan is still a sex god.” Louis gave you a disgusted look, getting up. “Where are you going?” You asked curiously as he disappeared down the hall. “Don’t worry!” he called, “I’ll be right back!” He came back a few minutes later wearing very tight pants and no shirt. “Who is the sex god now?” He asked sassily. “Still Ryan.” He let out a huff and jumped on top of you, attacking your face with kisses. He trailed down your jawline, and onto your neck. “How about now?” Lou asked cheekily, stroking your cheek. “I think someone’s jealous.” You teased, tapping his nose. “Yes. I am. My super hot girlfriend is calling some other guy a sex god, and I don’t like it.” He growled. “Lou, I love you. And while Ryan Gosling is sexy, I find you sexy as fuck.” He smiled triumphantly, his lips crashing onto yours.

Liam - “Babe? Wanna watch Toy Story?” Liam asked hopefully, standing in the doorway, holding all three movies in his hands. You sighed, “Umm. In a bit. Justin is going to be on Ellen soon!” You loved Justin Bieber, almost as much as you loved your mother. He rolled his eyes and set the movies on the coffee table. “Fine.” He huffed, flopping down next to you. As Justin walked on hugging Ellen, you squealed. “I wish I was her right now!” Liam looked at you, he was not amused. “I’m gonna marry him.” You smiled, pulling your knees up to your chest. Liam stood up, walking down the hall. You let him go, no way you were going to miss Justin perform. A few minutes later, you heard clanging from the bedroom. “Leeeyum? What are you doing?” You hollered. “Ohh, just cleaning up a bit.” Thinking nothing of it, you returned your attention to the TV. Liam walked out holding a large cardboard box, and he carried it to the garage. When he came back in, he sat next to you, tolerating your fangirling. After Justin was done, you let Liam put Toy Story in. “Let me go put some comfies on first.” You said, walking down the hall. Once in your bedroom, you gasped. All of your Justin Bieber posters were gone, along with you Bieber blanket. You checked your drawers, your shirts were missing too. You stomped back into the living room, as Liam sat with a huge smile on his face. “Liam.” You growled. “Yes love?” He asked innocently. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY STUFF!?” You yelled, starting to freak out. No one, and I meanno one, touched your Bieber. “I just put it away for awhile. I can tolerate your girl crush, but I will not sleep in a room that has his creepy face staring at me all night.” He explained. You climbed into his lap, giggling. “Your just jealous.” Liam was silent for a few minutes, holding you against his chest. “Your right, I am jealous. I just don’t want to lose you.” He whispered kissing your cheek.

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