One Direction preference

You suprise him at concert

One Direction preference

Liam: "Are you excited?" you can't help but grin as you speak into your mobile, fingers pulling at the frayed material on the couch in the backstage area. "Yeah, this is a big show," Liam responds enthusiastically, "Best way to end the tour. I'll be glad to see you in person again though,". "Not long now babe," you reassure him, smirking wildly. "What are you going to be getting up to tonight then?" he asks, and you can't help but smile at how considerate your boyfriend is - he'll be about to go out and perform in front of thousands of people, but he still takes the time to ask you something as simple as that. "Ohh, nothing much," you straighten the brand new dress you were wearing, "Just a lazy night, TV, pyjamas... You know,". "Sounds good, i'm jealous," you both laugh. Suddenly a loud buzzer rings from the corner of the backstage room you were in, signalling fifteen minutes before the start of the show, and your eyes widen. "Babe, what was that noise?" he asks, and you can tell his tone is suspicious. "Nothing, just the microwave," you laugh nervously, your words rushing, "Well I best be getting off, don't want to keep you. Have a good show! See you soon! Love you!". You don't even wait for him to say bye before you end the call, holding your phone to your chest as you shake your head, sighing in relief that you hadn't been caught out. You turn your head to the sound of hussle and bussle nearby, and around the corner come the boys, along with an entourage of people. "(Y/N)?" Liam raises an eyebrow, walking over to you. You hold your arms out, "Surprise?" you laugh, dubiously. "What are you doing here?" he grins, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I came to surprise you and cheer you on from the wings," you laugh, hugging him even tighter.

Niall: You were sat among the audience, not too far from the stage where the boys were performing. Niall and the boys had just finished a talk about why they called the new album Take Me Home - about missing home and the people they love. Next up, by popular demand, was the twitter questions section that fans had loved so much from the UAN tour. You grin widely as you watch your boyfriend ballet dancing across the stage, because you'd set it up with the backstage crew for your tweet to show up - a surprise since you hadn't told him you were coming to the show. "Ok," Harry turns to face the screen, reading aloud, "'No need to miss me Nialler, i'm here!', and thats from... (Y/N), Row E, seat 50?" he looks over at Niall with a confused expression. Niall frowns and shakes his head, "Someone's playing a prank - thats a harsh joke,". Liam pats his best friends shoulder as he turns to the crowd and explains, "Niall's been missing (Y/N) a lot lately," earning him an elbow in the ribs from said bestfriend. "Well lets go and see," Louis chimes in a sing song voice, jumping off the stage and making his way down the aisle, much to securities annoyance, "C... D... E, here! (Y/N), I must say i'm offended you don't apparently miss the rest of us also,". You laugh as you look over at your friend, rolling your eyes, a grin spreading across your face when a red faced Niall appears at his shoulder.

Louis: One Direction were in the middle of their TMH tour in America, and it had been a month since you'd seen your boyfriend in person. Sure, you texted, called and skyped pretty much daily, but it wasn't the same as actually being the same room as eachother. As such, you'd decided to make a trip out to see him, and keep it a secret. You were now stood by the edge of the stage, a smile plastered on your face as you sang along to 'One Thing', watching the boys jumping around and dancing like idiots. As the song ends, you applaud with along with the rest of the screaming crowds. Louis glances to the side of the stage and then back out at the audience before doing a double glance, staring right at you and you chuckle, throwing him a nervous wave. Next minute you're being picked up off your feet and spin around as Louis ran off stage over to you. "What are you doing here?" he asks, a huge smile on his face as he puts you back down on your feet. "I missed you," you lean up to kiss his nose playfully. "I missed you so much babe," he grins, kissing you deeply, but you place a hand on his chest, pushing him away. "Erm babe," you laugh, untangling yourself from him, "As much as I'd like to carry on, you have a show to finish,". He rolls his eyes, kissing your forehead before he runs back on stage with a "Sorry about that - had some business to take care of," into the microphone.

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Zayn: As you take your seat on the front row you're questioning why you're even doing this - you are surrounded by the loudest people you have ever seen. But then the boys come out onto the stage and you remember why you were doing it. To say you were Zayn's girlfriend, it wasn't often you got to see them properly perform, and not a lot made you happier than seeing him up on stage living out his dream. You'd even made a sign that read, 'We

Harry: "And i'd like to dedicate this song to a very special girl in my life," Harry mumbles into the microphone, "(Y/N), I wish you knew how incredible you are,". Your hand automatically clutches at your chest, your heart beating ten times faster as the crowds "Aww," in unison, before silencing as the opening chords to Little Things begin. It's their best live performance of the song yet, and when they finish, they head off stage for a costume change. Niall is the first to catch sight of you, and he grins over at Harry, "Looky who we have here Haz?". Harry's gaze meets your own and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he approaches you, "How long have you been here?". "From the beginning, I wanted to surprise you," you answer simply, looking up at him curiously. His blush becomes even more profound as he mumbles, "You weren't meant to know about that,". You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he automatically places his own on your waist, "Well I think it was lovely of you - thank you,". He leans down, pressing his lips to yours gently before he pulls away, looking down at you seriously, "And I mean it you know,".