One Direction Preferences

Best Twitcam Ever!

Harry: You sit on Harry's lap through out the whole thing, reading through all the comments as Harry talks about complete nonsense behind you. Liam is pelting the two of you with gummy bears from his spot on the couch, shouting when you launch yourself at him. Harry chuckles as he turns the laptop around so the fans can see you wrestling with Liam on the floor of the hotel room, both of you trying to shove gummy bears down the others throat. Harry's long torso enters the frame as he pulls you off of Liam before dumping the bottle of water on his friend, shouting when Liam gets up to chase him around the room. You just laugh as you take your seat back in front of the laptop to see "#HarryProtectsY/N" rolling through the comments. When Harry finally takes his seat beside you, he's soaking wet and has gummy bears throughout his hair. The fans gush as you pull gummy bears from his hair as the two of you share them with Harry completely shirtless.

Liam: You purse your lips, puffing out air like Liam showed you. He burst out laughing when no noise was made, falling back against the bed as try and fail to beat box. You love watching Liam beat boxing, it's one of the sexiest things you've ever seen but you want to learn. He scrolls through the comments as you try to do as Liam instructed. You sit just off camera practicing as Liam continues with his TwitCam and eventually, you can tell he's forgotten that you're trying to learn how to beat box. He's in the middle of telling a story when all of a sudden, a legit beat comes from your lips and he stops while snapping his head to you. "Do it again!" he exclaims, smiling as you continue to beat box. It's obviously not as good as Liam's but it's a start. "I did it!" you exclaim, shooting out of the chair you've sitting in to launch yourself at him. He huffs as you push against his chest, landing atop him as you lay in front of the laptop. "Told you I could do it!" you gush, sitting up so your straddling him as you continue to beat box. #(Y/N)LiamsBeatBoxLesson soon trends worldwide.

Niall: You start the TwitCam off on your stomachs, Niall scrolling through the comments as he plays his music through his laptop. You read the comments as the fans complain that they can't hear him and you reach over to pause his music before rolling out of the screen. You return with your iHome, plugging in Niall's iPhone before hitting shuffle. You bounce back on the bed, rolling over Niall's back to take your spot beside him. When there's commotion outside, the two of you venture out into the hall to see that a group of fans have made their way onto the floor and want you to play beer pong with them. They surge forward past Paul and Niall squeals before rushing back into his room and shutting the door. When he opens the door again, he sees you and Liam on the other side with blank looks on your face before pushing passed him. Liam stays for the rest of the time and you sit in between the two boys as Niall holds your hand.

Louis: It wasn't even your boyfriend's Twitcam, but Liam's. He was next door to your hotel room (the one management made you stay in when Lou was in the hotel as to not cause a stir at the two of you staying in the same room) and you could hear him talking to himself with rather loud music in the background. This meant only one thing...Liam was doing a Twitcam. It was rather late as usual and you hadn't been able to sleep so you pulled up his Twitcam on your laptop for some entertainment. He was in the middle of telling the fans about his day when you turned it on. '@Real_Liam_Payne if you don't turn that music down someone is going to complain...that someone being me.' You tweeted him teasingly. It only took a matter of seconds before the fans were telling him you hate tweeted him from the Twitcam link and that you were watching. He grinned at the camera and then walked over to the wall. "You still up?" he says through the wall. "Well obviously..." you reply snidely. "Fancy joining me since you and I are probably the one two still up?" he asks. "I guess...give me a minute," you answer closing your laptop and putting on some decent Twitcam clothes. Liam was preparing his viewers for your arrival when you knocked on the door. "Room service bitch!" you shout from out in the corridor causing Liam to burst out laughing before opening the door. With laptop in hand he greeted you at the door with a smile. "Welcome to Twitcam (y/n)." "Thanks Liam." You say looking around at his disaster of a hotel room. "Liam we've only been here a day and your suitcase already looks like it's thrown up." "I can't help it you know, I have a difficult time finding something to wear." "Well I knew you took forever to get ready but I didn't know it was this bad dear Lord." You say as you pick up the laptop to show everyone Liam's mess of a room. The two of you discussed the tour and being on the road for a while as well as played a few typical Twitcam games. '@Real_Liam_Payne @(y/t/n) PIPE DOWN! Some of us are trying to sleep!' is what the new mention from your boyfriend said. You both laughed before apologizing to Lou before sending a reply. '@Louis_Tomlinson sorry babe. See if they let us stay in the same room think about how much fun we all could be having xx ;) 'You didn't really care for management anyhow. You left a few minutes later to return back to your room to try to get some sleep, only to be lectured by Paul in the morning for your tweet.

Zayn: You were drunk, Zayn was drunk, must be a perfect time for a Twitcam. He logged onto his Twitcam account and opened up the live feed. "Vas Happeningggggg!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he stumbled over the chair and into the table. "What's happening punks!" you say pressing your face as close to the screen as possible. The fans knew exactly what was going on and they couldn't believe their eyes. Zayn gave you the task of watching over "the lady lumps" aka the followers while he changed into some sweats. It's a good thing the room was dark because he walked past the camera naked on several occasions before deciding on an outfit. You were squinting at the screen as the blurs of tweets flooded in making it hopeless to try to make a shoutout or even read anything anyone said to you. So you just sat there and laughed at your face on the screen and making strange faces at the fans. Before Zayn could join you back at the bed his phone was ringing. You answered it since his phone was right beside you. "Halloo?" "(y/n) get off of the camera now!" the voices says, loud enough so the camera picks it up. "I'm sorry." You slur. "Who is this?" "You know exactly who it is now both of you get off camera now!" the voice shouts. "Okay okay, damn. Mr. Bossy pants." You hang up the phone and bid farewell to your viewers. The next morning you wake up with a massive headache with no recollection of the night before. To jump your memory you pick up your boyfriend's phone to see if there were any texts sent or received that could give you a clue as to what the two of you had done last night. Nothing. You were confused because Zayn usually sends a ton of texts when he's drunk. You moved on to calls to see if anything there rang a bell. There was only one call from the night before. It was around 2am. But why was Paul calling you at 2am you wondered.