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 :)


97. Your First Date With Him


      Harry: You walked into the warm and dim lit resturaunt, thankful to be out of the cold Paris air. Harry was all the way in the back, hoping some paps wouldn't spoil his date. You ajusted your bangs and made your way to him. "Y/N!" He exclaimed as you aproached the booth. You smiled wide. "I couldn't stop thinking of you," Harry confessed, "And I am such a dork for saying that." You let out a giggle and observed the resturaunt. It was such a romantic setting. The walls were covered with old paintings, which complimented the lighting coming from the glass chandeliers. "This is amazing," you said, not caring if it looked like you'd never been to a resturaunt this beautiful before-- which you hadn't. "Well, we are in Paris. Everything about this city is beautiful," you turned to find Harry's eyes meeting yours. For the rest of the night, you couldn't help but stare into his gorgeous eyes. You talked about your future goals, while he explained the perks of touring. You knew right then that it would be hard to see him again due to his insanely busy schedual. "I'd really like to see you again," You said at the same time as Harry, making you both burst out into laughter. "We can work something out," he said. "I'd like that," you replied in a whisper.   Liam: Liam's hand met your's as you walked down the cobblestone path. You blushed, your cheeks turning a faint pink. He took another lick of his ice cream cone and offered you some. He was such a romantic. You had a picnic in the middle of the park, not caring about the fact that it was prohibited to do so. It was so different of Liam to disobey rules, at least that's what you heard. Everything he said put a smile on your face. The way he cared so much about his band members and how he was so in love with Toy Story. It all seemed like a dream to you, meeting the perfect boy. "I'll race you to the bakery," he pointed to a small building at the end of the path as he threw out the rest of the cone. "Oh, you're on!" You took a head start, laughing the entire way.   Niall: "The pizza's here!" Niall yelled from the front door. You couldn't help but laugh at how he was so excited over food. A couple seconds later, Niall jumped onto the sofa next you and took a huge bite out of a huge slice. He handed you the box and you took a slice. Niall smiled at how you were so comfortable eating around him. Every other girl he'd gone out with probably felt so awkward eating around a celebrity. But you didn't see him as a celebrity. You saw him as the boy who you met at Nando's on what seemed like the five mile line. "So, what movie did you have in store for us?" You asked, then taking another bite of your pizza. Niall reached for the movie on his coffee table, "Mean Girls. Oh gosh, I just love that movie. Tina Fey, genius." You were amazed at how he chose your all time favorite movie. "I completely agree." You took one last bite of your slice, then layed your head on Niall's chest.   Zayn: As you walked out of the movie theatre with Zayn, you couldn't help but want to know more about him. The movie you had just watched left no time for talking. "Why don't we sit down on the sidewalk?" You suggested. He sat down and you followed. "What's it like? Being a big star and all?" Zayn thought it over, putting a mysterious look on his face. "It's different." You smiled, "Well that explains a lot." He laughed at your sarcasm and you continued questioning him, until it was his turn to ask the questions. You basically told him your life story. You and Zayn sat on that sidewalk for hours, ignoring the looks from people that passed by or the paparazzi that couldn't help but take pictures."It's worth it," Zayn said, out of nowhere. The confusion must've shown. "You asked what it's like. . .to be me. It's worth it." You smiled wide at his response.   Louis: "And Louis Tommo is the champ. The abolute champion, I say!" Louis yelled so loud, that the US president could probably hear him all the way from London. "I told you I was a master at this, Y/N." He looked extremely proud of himself. You started to laugh just as loud as he yelled. "We haven't even finished yet! Move aside," you bumped hips with him playfully, "I'll teach you how to really bowl." You bowled, knocking down all the pins every time. "Lucky shots!" Louis tried to cover up the fact that you were winning. . .by a lot!  
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