One Direction preference

You meet in a library.

Harry: You were unsure of the real reason behind your coming to the library now. You didn't know if it was to actually read, or because of the anticipation you felt opening the same book, hoping there was a small note scribbled in that familiar handwriting. Your eyes brightened when you turned to the chapter you were set to begin, the small note reading, This is my favorite part. I don't want to give it away. Enjoy! Your eyes started scanning the pages, each word filling your mind as the story continued. Your heart jumped as you closed the book, leaving a note for your mystery person at the beginning of the next chapter. Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a voice, "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. I smiled at that part too." You looked up to meet those green eyes for the first time, for he had been watching you on this day, opening the book to reveal what you'd written for him, the exact quote that was on his lips, because you were one in the same.

Louis: It was almost as though he were following you. You pulled down the book you'd been searching for, the one on the other side of the shelf coming down at the same time, a blue eye sending a wink over to you. As you worked your way around the library, searching for the texts you needed it happened again, twice, thrice. You felt a small rush at your game of cat and mouse, nearly running into an elder woman as you scurried through the aisles. "I'm so sorry. Excuse me." A giggle made you turn your head, seeing him leaning against a shelf, hidden in the corner of the building. A slender finger waved you over, your hair tucked behind your ear in a nervous habit you'd always had. "Hi there." He spoke only those two words before his hands moved your shoulders, your body settling against the shelf and his lips descending on yours. He was confident in his kiss, biting his bottom lip once he pulled away. "Sorry, I always wanted to do that. I'm Louis." His hand reached out, perhaps a step backwards from the steamy kiss you'd just shared but any step with him was a step in the right direction.

Niall: "Can I help you find something?" You gave him your best smile. He flipped the book over in his hands, a small laugh emerging from your throat. "Perhaps we could find you something a little more adult." You placed the children's book back on the shelf, leading him to a more age appropriate section. "This right here happens to be my favorite." You held the book out to him, finding it easily among all the others. Niall seemed slightly nervous, flipping through the pages nonchalantly and chewing on his lip until you spoke again. "Let me know if you need anything else." You turned to walk away but his hand wrapped around your forearm, bringing your attention back to him. He sighed, speaking quickly and stumbling over his words. "I don't even know why I'm here. No, I do know why I'm here. I don't even read. I just...what's your favorite place to eat? Maybe we could go there instead and I would stop freaking out because I don't do books but I wanted to ask you out."

Liam: "Would it be alright if I sit here?" You glanced up to see him, already pulling out his chair as you nodded, taking the seat across from you in the crowded library. Neither of you spoke, divulged in your schoolwork and readings. It was almost normal from that day on, Liam coming to sit across from you, both of you working in silence until you left the building. "Why don't you ever talk to me?" He finally asked one day. A small smile spread on your lips, your pen tucked behind your ear as you turned your focus from your assignment to him. "We're in a library. It's not necessarily the place for lots of conversation." Almost on cue you were shushed by a librarian in passing. He chuckled, leaning across the table, his voice in a whisper. "Well then, meet me outside here sometime so maybe we can talk." It was more of a statement than a question, both of you leaving that night with the idea of talking on your minds, a silence bringing you to your meeting but everything you shared through conversation the true thing that brought you together.

Zayn: You'd seen him there plenty of times, his eyes red from lack of sleep, sitting for hours with his head buried into whatever book he picked off the shelves. You couldn't help but wonder why he came there every day, what his thoughts were on the books he read, or if he ever noticed you. "That's my favorite." You finally mustered up the courage to speak a single line to him, his eyes never leaving the book. For a moment you thought he may have not heard, or perhaps he was ignoring you, until his mouth started to move quickly. "I know. You've read it a total of twenty-one times since I've been coming here. You always cry at the end of it, no matter how many times you've read it. You probably underlined the last line in the book because it's your favorite." A small smile crept upon his face because all along he knew your favorite, he'd come here to know you, and through literature he did.

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