One Direction preference

You get jealous when he compliments a female friend's appearance.

Harry: Harry chuckled as he flipped through an old picture book that your mom had given him while she went to the kitchen to get a drink. You glanced over as he pointed to a picture of you and your old friends, one of them being a friend that you and Harry both still shared. His brow rose as he talked, his lips curving as he nodded in awe. "Hmm, (F/N) is really fit." He commented. You shook your head, hoping to ignore the comment but Harry still noticed the subtlety of your movements, your head nudging against his shoulder for attention and the sigh that had left your lips as he continued to look through the book. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he gasped at another picture. "She's like the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen." He beamed, a scoff leaving your lips as you leaned over, only to find him staring at a picture of you, his lips meeting your nose in a small peck that let you know that his words were honest and true.

Louis: Louis stopped himself as he was talked about his best friend, the one girl who had yet to fall for him, the only one who remained completely platonic. Sure, you knew they were just friends but you couldn't help but fear something more, that over time they would fall for each other. "Yeah, this picture of (F/N) is really p-" You looked up at him. "What?" You asked, curious as to what he was about to say. "No, I'm not gonna finish it because you'll just get jealous." He looked down. "No I won't. You can say it Lou." But he knew better even as he finished. "The picture is really pretty." He added, hoping that the small ounce of jealousy would fade away. "'But did you see the picture my girlfriend posted earlier. I don't even have the words to describe her beauty." He laughed as you looked up, still claiming. "I'm not jealous."

Niall: Everyone had been talking about the picture. Initially you'd thought nothing of it. After all, they'd been friends for a long time, but that word just stood out to you, seemingly taunting you on the screen. Spending the day with the insanely gorgeous @(F/N). You couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy, especially as you read the comments that went along with the photo, some agreeing with him and even going as far to say that they'd make a cute couple. You pulled out your phone, unable to stop yourself from dialing his number. "No." He said instead of greeting you with a hello. "I don't like her that way." You couldn't help but laugh at how he already knew, how ridiculous your jealousy was as he told you those three words you loved to hear.

Liam: "What's wrong?" Liam asked once again, your head shaking back and forth, a failed attempt at getting him off your back. "Fine, don't talk about it then." He huffed, flipping over so that he was facing away from you. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, knowing Liam hated when you hid your feelings from him. "So you think (F/N) is pretty?" You asked, silence coming from the other side of the bed before you felt Liam's weight shifting next to you. "Of course I do. I think a lot of girls are beautiful." He wasn't helping his case here, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer, keeping you from escaping his strong grasp. "But I'm here with you, I want you and I love you. Other girls are beautiful but I just want you, only you. Alright?" He reminded you, he lips at your ear as he chuckled a little at the flush of your cheeks and the smile pressed to your lips at his words.

Zayn: You would never say it aloud, never wanting to be the type that was overly jealous but now you couldn't help but wonder if he saw her in a different way. "(F/N)'s haircut looks really good on her." He commented. "Yeah, I like it." You smiled, not expecting his next comment. "Yeah, when I saw her today I was like wow, you're beautiful!" The way his lips curved when he talked about it only made you wonder but you swallowed everything that told you to speak up about it, keeping a little quiet for the rest of the night. Zayn always took notice, choosing to bring it up as you climbed into bed, him sitting up while you laid down next to him, turned so that your back was facing him. "You've been quiet since we talked about (F/N) earlier. You know, you're pretty cute when you're jealous." He laughed a little, leaning over so that he could kiss your cheek, his words a whisper against your ear. "But you have no reason to be. You'll always be the most beautiful girl in the world."