One Direction preference

You take him to your High School football game

Harry:

You clutched Harry’s hand and wandered up to the stands. Groups of kids from your school stood in circular formations around the entrance and laughed louder than necessary. Whispers spread through your peers as you passed them. They didn’t know you were dating Harry Styles. They didn’t even know that you knew him, and you tried your best to keep it that way, but Harry was anxious to meet your friends. Girls started to wander behind you screaming yours and Harry’s name. Harry kept you close to him, and you led him to your friends in the stands. Lights flashed from students cameras and they started to get in front of you blocking your way. You finally found your way up to your friends and you kept harry behind you. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. You whispered over to Harry to greet one of your friends, and told him she was a fan. He nodded and stood behind her. He tapped her on the shoulder and asked for some popcorn. She jumped up knocking the contents of the popcorn bag to the ground. You giggled as she swung her arms around him squealing like a little kid. You stood next to him and snaked your arms around his waist. Her eyes widened and she stuttered, “you, no, you, and, and, and….” You couldn’t help but laugh. “(Y/F/N), meet my boyfriend Harry. Harry meet (Y/F/N).”

Niall:

“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ARE RUNNING THE WRONG DIRECTION!” Niall was screaming over the fans at the football player completely screwing up the play. “Niall, people are staring.” You turned around to meet a woman’s judgmental stare. You gave her an apologetic smile and turned around. You wrapped your arms around Niall’s bicep. He continued to yell at the players. “Ni, it’s just a High School game.” He chuckled and covered his hand over your mouth, and said “Shhh. I can’t hear the game.” You raised your arms and rolled your eyes. It would be a long night.

Louis:

“Do you think we could go down on the field? I would love to play for a while before we go.” You watched the players kick around the ball after the game ended. You bit your lip unsurely. The coaches looked intimidating. One was your history teacher. “Umm… yeah I guess we could try.” You led him down to the fence around the field and called over your teacher. “(Y/T/N), do you think we could go on the field for a while?” He started to say no, but then he looked over at Lou. His eyes widened, and he tugged his phone out of his pocket, “My daughter is a huge fan. Do you think you could call her or get a picture with me.” He stared at your teachers phone and got ready to make a deal. “I will call her if you will let me on the field for a bit.” Your teacher nodded enthusiastically and handed over his phone. He opened the gate and Louis started talking to his daughter. “Hello. I am here with our dad and he tells me you are a fan of one direction.” Lou switched it on to speaker phone and held it out in front of you. You waited for the screaming. There was a bit of hesitation, but she slowly realized who she was talking to. “OHMYGODICAN’TBELIEVEIT! IS THIS LOU? LOU TOMLINSON?” Louis chuckled and explained. You listened to him and watched him make another girl’s day. He finally handed the phone back to your teacher and he spoke to his daughter. Your teacher dismissed you to the field. Louis grabbed your hand and picked up a ball on the side of the field. “You would’ve have done that even if he didn’t let you on the field wouldn’t you?” He nodded and placed the ball on the turf, and kicked it straight into the goal.

Liam:

“So what are they doing now?” Liam leaned over and waited for you to explain the game. You took him to your High School’s football game, and he didn’t quite understand. “They are going to try for the extra points.” He nodded, but you knew he still wasn’t sure about what was going on. You watched the Cheerleaders clean moves as the screamed to the crowd. You got distracted by a couple yelling at each other on the sidelines. Suddenly the people in front stood up and cheered. Liam nudged you waiting for an explanation. “I guess they got the points?” You weren’t sure. “I never understood American Football.” He muttered.

Zayn:

People were crowded around Zayn waiting for pictures and autographs. You stood up on your tippy toes and tried to catch the game through the bodies. You tapped your foot and waited impatiently for the crowd to depart, but and hour passed and everyone was still lingering around you. Zayn was putting on a fake smile. You expected some people to go a little insane, but you didn’t expect any guys to gather around him. People were asking for autographs even if they weren’t his fan. You hated high school football games but Zayn wanted to go out, so there you were, waiting for your boyfriend to realize that you wanted to leave. You bumped into him purposely to get his attention. He glanced at you and his fake smile disappeared. He handed a pen back to a fan, grabbed your hand and lead you to his car. “Sorry love, let’s go home.”