One Direction preference

You're a vampire

Harry: You couldn't help but laugh at Harry, removing the fake set of fangs he sported to sip his drink. "You look ridiculous. What are you supposed to be anyway?" You inquired, shocked faces all around as it was obvious what he was dressed as. "I'm a vampire." He answered casually. "And what exactly are you supposed to be? You're not even in costume." He teased until you smiled at him, your own teeth changing into fangs before his eyes. "That's an awesome trick!" He applauded, only causing you to giggle as everyone else stared in awe at the supposed illusion. "I'm a vampire too. Except I'm better and much more real. No vampire would dare step out with blood on their mouth's in a cape." Your group of friends laughed with you, Harry raising his glass though they had no idea just how real you were.

Louis: You tugged at Louis lips, desire and hunger pumping through every part of your body, a moan escaping your lips that only pushed Liam further, his fingertips pressing into your hips. "Okay okay." Your hands pressed at his chest though he was still reaching for you, like a whining child. "Yeah, I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't make you do anything you're not ready for." You laughed, shaking your head. "Believe me, that's definitely not the problem." You replied. Louis then leaned in again, hoping for a little something more since you'd expressed your readiness, disappointed when you pulled away again. "I'm just a little too hungry for that right now. Maybe I'll go out and pick up something to eat. Then we'll see what I can do about that." You smirked, your hand reaching for the crotch of his pants, Louis agreeing but unknowing to the fact that you would be going out to have a little taste of someone else.

Niall: After overcoming the initial shock and anger over the secret you'd been keeping from him, Niall only had questions, one after the other. "So do you actually eat people?" You shrugged. "Sometimes. I don't like to drink from those who are innocent though. Believe me, the people I kill deserve it more than you know." You answered, only for him to follow up with another. "What about all the dinner's we've eaten together? I've literally seen you eat." He pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Yes, and real food is tolerable but not preferable. I just eat it for appearances." You laughed as he shook his head. "Wait, so how old are you?" You smiled at that question, knowing he would laugh at the answer. "I'm only ninety-three." His mouth fell open, head falling back as his chest rumbled with amusement. "Wow, I'm dating a cougar." He exclaimed, his questions ending for the moment until he'd thought, his final question coming a few days later. "Will you turn me?"

Liam: Liam stood amongst your family and friends, standing out as the other dates did with the tan color of his skin and rosy shade of his cheeks. Your friends ogled over him, Liam blushing a deep red at their comments that only made your desire for him grow. "(Y/N) always goes for the muscle. She liked them lean and tender." He laughed as they talked about him as though he were a piece of meat, unknowing that he was just that. The night sped on, dancing and conversation making Liam seem even more alluring and charming as the night passed. "We should go." You commented, suddenly regretting your choice this year, never having experienced such an attachment with just one night. Now there was no way you would have been able to have dinner over him, his body spread out in front of you for devouring. "But it's almost dinner time." He smiled, pointing to the kitchen where several couples were already heading. Shaking your head, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him from the house, mumbling, "Precisely," before he could discover your hidden world...that, or be killed.

Zayn: After a while, Zayn didn't mind staying inside with you during the day, closed curtains, only a dim light showing through the dark fabric so that you could both see your way in the house. "So do you glitter like in that Twilight movie?" He laughed, pulling at the bottle of beer he was drinking, nearly empty. "If I did do you think we'd have the blinds closed right now? Plus, if I glittered I'd probably blind you." You winked at him, Zayn laughing even more as you sipped from your glass of red...wine? Yeah right, a Bloody Mary perhaps. "You're already blinding me with your impeccable beauty." You giggled at his corny line, leaning over as you craved the taste of something else other than that which filled your cup.