One Direction preference

How you first met

Harry: You and your friend, (Y/F/N) , were going clubbing. As soon as you walk into the club, (Y/F/N) wanders off to flirt. You roll your eyes, and head over to the bar. You only get a water, knowing you will have to drive (Y/F/N) home after tonight. You look over, seeing a mop of brown curls. He was only having the same. He then looked down at you, noticing you were the only other person with a water. He smiled a cheeky smile, and waved you over. You gladly accept, walking over with your water in hand. "I see you are staying sober as well." Mister Green Eyes says, referring to your glass of water. You smile and nod, as he smiles a cheeky smile. "I'm Harry." He says, "And your name is...?" He asks, smiling a cheeky smile. "(Y/N)" You say, blushing. You have never seen anyone this cute. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). How about you ditch your friend, and you join me for some pizza?" You gladly accept, as he takes your hand and walks out of the club.

Liam: As you sat in the park, you look around. You were new to the town. You hear someone scream "Look Out!" Before you fell to the ground, hit by a soccer ball. A guy with the most beautiful brown eyes, is now above you, trying to check on you. "Are you alright...er.." He speaks, wanting you to tell him his name. "I'm fine, and I'm (Y/N)." You say, sitting up. He sits next to you, "Are you sure? You just took your head to a soccer ball. I better quit the game for a bit and stay here to make sure your alright." He says, smiling. "By the way, I'm Liam." He says.

Louis: You sat alone, reading through the "questions" on your Tumblr. They brought tears to your eyes. All of them were hate, calling you fat or ugly, or mean words. You look just above your computer and you see a boy sitting across from you. "Why are you crying?" He asks, in the most soothing British accent. "Everyone hates me." You say, looking down. "But I'm not gonna bring you into my problems." You finish, looking at the messages even more. "I want to get into the problems. What's your name." He says, touching your wrist lightly. "I'm (Y/N)" You say, looking into his eyes. "I'm Louis. Not everyone hates you."

Zayn: As you sat in the park, your little sister who was around the age of eight, was trying to play match maker for you. She ran right up to a boy. "Are you single? Are you interested in girls with (Y/Hair/Color) hair and (Y/Eye/Color) eyes?" As the boy with the black hair nodded, you looked down at your sketch. You sketch for about five minutes, before looking up. When you look up, there the boy is. Your sister is standing with him, smiling. "He says he thinks your really pretty." She says. You smile, patting the spot next to you. You and Zayn talk for three hours straight, before he asks you out on a date.

Niall: You were in line to get a picture with the boys. Niall was talking to Louis, because right now was their lunch break. You sat on the ground still in the line, as you took a juice box and a sandwich out of her bag. She lightly drank the juice box, as she looked down. A minute later, your sandwich is in the hands of a total stranger. You look up, about to say "Hey! You stole my sandwich!" but you stop yourself when you see it's Niall Horan. "I'm (Y/N) and you took my sandwich." You say, as he smiles. "How about I make it up to you? Wanna go get lunch?" You gladly accept.

5 votes