One Direction preference

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You’re oblivious to one of the other boys being in love with you while you’re dating.

Harry: You’d been best friends with Niall long before you met Harry, actually having been the one to introduce you two. No one had expected that you’d start dating the curly-headed lad, falling in love sooner than you would could ever imagined. You had never allowed the thought to cross your mind before, keeping your friendship with Niall strictly platonic over the years, yet Harry had taken notice of it the moment you’d first started dating. “I mean, I don’t know if I can really blame him because you are the closest thing to perfect I know. Maybe I’ll have a talk with him about it. I just don’t want him taking you being nice as permission to make a move or something.” Harry shook his head, going over the same conversation you’d had over and over again. You’d refused to believe that Niall thought of you that way. After all, you’d been friends for years and he’d never tried anything. “Don’t do that. It’ll just make things weird whether it’s true or not. Plus, I know it’s not true. Niall’s my best friend Harry and even if he felt something else, I don’t.”

Louis: “Babe, could you do something for me?” You asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed, brushing through your wet hair with your fingers, tugging at the slightly tangled pieces. “Anything.” Louis answered, heading over to the bed himself, lying down immediately. “Talk to Zayn for me? All of the guys talk to me except for him and we used to be really close. I kinda feel like he doesn’t like me anymore.” You requested, Louis sitting up at your words. “Anything but that.” He shook his head, sighing. “Why not?” You prompted, turning towards him more. “You’re so oblivious. Believe me, Zayn likes you alright.” He mumbled, trying to ignore you when you urged him to elaborate. “He won’t talk to you because he likes you, as more than a friend I guess. He practically loves you so he’s keeping his distance. I told him to handle his fucking feelings so I guess he has.” You shook your head at Louis. “So I just get to lose a friend in the process.” You wondered aloud. “Maybe, but he’ll get over it. He has to because you’re my girl and he’s my best friend.”

Niall: Louis had been pacing around the room for ten minutes, mumbling to himself so that you couldn’t hear. When you’d invited him over you hadn’t expected him to be so frantic. “Lou, just say what you need to. I’ve got dinner with Niall so I should be getting ready soon. You can stay but what is it you need to talk about?” You approached your friend, Louis walking away and shaking his head. “That’s the whole point.” He muttered. “I mean, can you not even see it?” He stopped, facing you for the first time since he’d been there. “See what?” You asked, but not before Louis had walked over to you with no chance to stop anything before his lips were pressed firmly against yours. He pulled away, shock showing in your eyes and adoration in his. “I love you.” He spoke confidently, as though they were the truest words that had ever graced his lips. “I can’t believe you never realized it. I love you. Niall’s going to tell you he loves you tonight. He told me and the guys about a week ago about this dinner but I couldn’t let you go in there not knowing how I felt about you.” He sighed, leaving you without another word, just with conflicting emotions and a racing heart.

Liam: Liam hadn’t even noticed that there was something more behind Harry’s eyes, that he was completely entranced with you from the moment you’d met. You’d been oblivious to the fact until one late night while Liam was away, a knock on your door startling you. With Liam away visiting with friends and family, you hadn’t expected many guests, especially at this time, though when you looked through the peephole of the door, Harry stood on the other side, his hair sloppy, a grin on his pink lips. “Harry, what are you doing here?” You asked as soon as he’d come inside, plopping down on the couch. “I just really needed someone to talk to and you were the only person who I could think of that might listen so I ended up here.” He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers for the both of you. You nodded, taking a seat on the couch next to him, both of you sipping at your drinks while he talked about a girl like he never had before, seemingly in love you could say. “So, what do you do when you really really like a girl who already has a boyfriend?” He asked, a question that didn’t seem as though it would have much of an effect on you. You shrugged. “It depends on how much you like her I guess and on what her relationship’s like. I don’t really believe in home wrecking but if she were to lose something temporary for that once in a lifetime, forever type of love, maybe you should tell her.” You answered, Harry’s reply rolling off his tongue like an instinct, a shocking, unbelievable comment he’d meant to keep to himself. “Liam would kill me if I did that.”

Zayn: “Did you see the way he was looking at you? Ogling over you like you’re his to…ogle over. He’s supposed to be my best friend and he’s completely in love with you.” Zayn muttered, pulling at his tie roughly, undoing the first couple of buttons of his shirt, nearly snapping them between harsh fingers. “Who?” You asked, grabbing his hands, lowering them as you undid his tie easily, his nose flared, letting you know that he was beyond mad. “You know who. Don’t tell me you don’t see the way Liam looks at you.” He rolled his eyes. You let out a laugh, surprised and unable to believe what he was saying. “Liam, doesn’t like me. He’s just friendly.” You tried to assure Zayn though he saw right through Liam. “No, he loves you. I swear I thought he was about to grab your ass when you hugged him goodbye. I would’ve-” He rambled on about the situation, bringing up new thoughts to you as you’d never questioned Liam’s friendship as being something more to him. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. Even if he does, I’m with you. I’ll always be with you.” Your lips dragged along his jaw, pecking the smooth skin where he’d just shaved. “Calm down and maybe you can talk to him about it, tomorrow and calmly.”