Credit: your1dpreferences
Louis: "Why on earth did I wear theses shoes?" you complain. You were in a limo on your way to your first ever red carpet event with Louis, and you were so nervous. He just laughs and squeezes your hand, "I thought you loved them? You never stopped going on about how they went perfectly with your dress,". You shrug, leaning slightly into his side, "I do love them... But they're much higher than i'm used to," you hide your face behind your hands, "I'm going to break my neck in these and everyones going to see!". "Hey," he tries to pry your hands away from your face, "I'll keep hold of you the whole time yeah? So on the off chance you do fall, i'll fall too,". His words calm you as the limo pulls up. He kept to his word too - he kept an arm around your waist the whole time, while the two of you posed for pictures, and Louis answered questions. You did stumble once though, but Louis caught you in a second. Luckily no one saw, Lady Gaga had just arrived in a dress made of candy floss and all attention was on her. Walking into the actual event, Louis chuckles lightly in your ear as he whispers, "Have a good trip?".
Harry: "(Y/N) over here!" the photographers call. Harry pulls you over so they can get a few pictures of the two of you. "What the hell is going on? Why is everyone looking at me?" you may have been exaggerating a little, but you weren't too far from wrong. Harry doesn't answer you though, just smiles at you adoringly. You look over your shoulder and catch sight of Zac Efron - and he was looking over at you, smiling! You twist back around to Harry and squeal quietly, "Zac Efron just smiled at me!" you pause, and then cover your mouth with your hand, "Oh my god, there's something wrong with me isn't there? Thats why people are looking. Are they laughing?". "No," Harry growls, wrapping an arm tightly round your waist, glaring at the previously mentioned actor, "It's because you're honestly the most stunning person here tonight, and no one can keep there eyes off you,". You blush. You were used to Harry coplimenting you, but this was different, he was being so possessive - jealous. "Hey, no need to get jealous," you tease, holding your hand to his cheek, "You know I only have eyes for you,". He nods, but still keeps flicking his gaze over your shoulders, "Come on, lets go get our seats,". While you wouldn't admit it alod, you quite liked this jealous Harry...
Niall: "Niall, I don't think can do this," you confess, breathing deeply to try calm yourself, "You should go without me,". "Hey, what? Whats brought this on?" Niall calls, sliding back into the bedroom. "You know I get claustrophobic, all those crowds..." you explain, looking down at your lap, feeling guilty for letting him down. "I do too," he kneels infront of you and grabs your hands, "And when it starts to get too much for me, I sing... in my head obviously, and just concentrate on the,", you smile weakly as he continues, "Look, if you really don't want to go, i understand, honestly. But its a really big night for me and the boys, just being nominated, nevermind if we win, and i'd love it if i'd be able to celebrate with you,". You'd calmed down the second he held your hands - he always had that kind of effect on you. Half an hour later you're walking down the red carpet, One Direction songs playing full blast in your head. Niall looks over and smiles, seeing your discomfort. He leans over, and starts singing quietly in your ear - and you feel calm again.
Liam: "Look! It's McFly!" you discreetly nod in their direction while you hold onto your boyfriends arms, "And oh my god! Liam, Liam! Thats Lady Gaga! Look!". Liam just smiles down at you, laughing lightly, and it makes you blush. "Sorry," you mumble quietly. "What for?" he raises an eyebrow. "I'm acting like an idiot, and i'm probably embarassing you,". "You'd never embarass me," he smiles, finger under your chin to tilt your head for a kiss ('click' 'click' 'click' of the cameras). As you pull apart, Liam's gaze focuses past your head as he whispers, "Don't turn around too quick, but Leona Lewis is here. Oh my god! I can't beileve this, Leona Lewis!". And this time its your turn to chuckle lightly while he fangirls away.
Zayn: Actually beingon the red carpet was way different to just seeing it on TV. On the TV, you couldn't see the sheer amount of people actually there - the huge amounts of press people, along with fans. You kept quiet for the most part, and let Zayn lead you along the red carpet, feeling more than slightly overwhelmed. Zayn slid his arms around your waist, "Are you ok babe?". "Yeah," you smile, "It's just... a lot, to take in. I don't know how you do all this,". He laughs, "It's my job. Come on, one last lot of pictures and then we can go inside and find our seats," he grabs your hand and gently pulls you towards the final photo stop. "This being famous stuff is a lot harder than it looks," you whisper in his ear, and he raises an eyebrow, "All this smiling, hurts!".
