Liam:He runs off during intermission to go to the restroom. When the band comes back on stage, you start getting worried because he’s been gone nearly fifteen minutes. You tell yourself you’ll give it five more minutes before you allow yourself to start freaking out. He rounds the corner seconds later with two band tees in his hands. You give him a questioning look and he replies immediately, “I saw this and thought of you. Figured I might as well get one to match.” He hands over the shirt and kisses your temple before fist pumping to the song the band is currently playing.
Louis:He starts shaking his poster board in the air and you reprimand him by slapping his bicep. You weren’t expecting him to be holding up a sign that reads, “Marry me!” He bounces up and down as your favorite song starts playing, his sign hopping around with him. You turn away from him in disappointment and he grabs you around the waist and asks, “What, are you jealous or something?”
Niall:The hungry Irish boy complains about the persistent growling of his stomach. He pats his tummy as it makes more grumbling noises. “You ate three cheeseburgers before we left! You shouldn’t be this hungry,” you tell him, giving him an incredulous look. He pokes out his bottom lip and gives you those big, blue eyes you can’t resist. You roll your eyes and send him on his way to the concession stand. Right as you see him pass through the double doors of the arena, the band starts to play his favorite song. In irony, you laugh quietly to yourself and let your hips sway to the music.
Zayn:”Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight!” The band bids their farewells, waving goodbye to the massive audience. Out of nowhere, glitter shoots out from cannons on the sides of the stage. Your staring in wonderment as the flecks of shiny plastic fall down and settle on anything they come into contact with. You hold out your hands, the glitter collecting in your palms. You blow some in Zayn’s face and his eyes widen in surprise. He starts to shake his fingers through his hair and complains, “Babe, do you even know how long it took to make me look this good?” You kiss his forehead and reply, “Yeah, I know.”
Harry: Before the last song sounds, Harry entwines your fingers and drags you to where the band’s dressing rooms are located, quickly flashing a VIP pass and a smile to any questioning security guards. You yank on his arm and whisper in his ear as you walk, “Where are we going?” He chuckles and says, “You’ll see.” When you sit down on a couch and see the band come in, you go speechless. You turn to Harry and ask, “Oh my gosh, you did not.” He flashes you his trademark smirk and replies, “Oh, yes I did.” He winks at you and pushes you towards the band members, all supplied with sharpies and smiles.
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionThese are just short little paragraphs written about situations in which you were the girlfriend to any member in One Direction and this is the outcome.
