One Direction preference

You work with them and he fancies you...

NOTE: Sorry guys... this definitely isn't my best. Not too happy with them, but don't have the patience with it to start them again from scratch.

ZAYN: "Hurry your ass up Zayn, we're running late!" Maria, your boss, yells as a very sleepy looking Zayn sits down on the make-up chair. "Sorry Maria," he smiles crookedly, taking off his sunglasses, "I over slept,". "I can tell!" She scolds as she starts covering the bags under his eyes with concealer. You stand awkwardly in the background, handing Maria tools as she asks for them, too embarassed to join in with their light conversation - you were a massive One Direction fan. Harry stumbles into the room, tears in his eyes, his usually curly hair bang straight, "Louis straightened my hair while I was sleeping,". "Ah! I'm going to kill hi," Maria screams, "(Y/N), finish with Zayn's hair will you?". You nod, and move over quietly to start working with his hair. "So," Zayn raises an eyebrow and smirks at you playfully, "Shy girl, can I know your name?". You roll your eyes but smile, starting to feel more comfortable, "Wow, shy girl with a pretty smile," he adds, staring at you deeply. "Yeah yeah," you scoff, "I' (Y/N),". "(Y/N)... hm, I like it," he smiles, watching your hands intently as you begin to put wax in his hair. "I must say," you joke, feeling more and more confident, "I feel extremely priviliged, being allowed to do your hair," you wink. "Oh yeah, you should feel special. I don't just let anyone do my hair," his face was serious, but you knew he was just playing along. "Ah, well it's an experience i'll never forget," you smile, "And your all done,". You grab a towel to wipe the hair products off your hands as Zayn spins the chair so he's facing you. "So, (Y/N)... Shy girl with a pretty smile...When this shoot is done and dusted, how's about joining me for a coffee? I need the caffeine," He smirks up at you, "I'm still half asleep,". You turn back to the work station and start packing up all Maria's tools and products, and reply, smiling shyly, "Well, so long as you don't fall asleep on me,".

NIALL: It was your first time working backstage for a concert this big. Ok, you were only a runner, pretty much just bringing people food or drinks and similar slave work, but it was cool to even just get a glimpse of the singers and musicians playing. You found yourself rushing through the crowded backstage area with the glasses of coke the lighting department had been demanding. *BANG*. In your hurry you'd ran straight into someone and landed on the floor, covered in coke. "You alright?" you take the hand that offers to help you up, and as you stand you find yourself face to face with Niall Horan. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I didn't spill anything on you did i?" you look down at his chest as you speak and your words trail off. Yes, yes you did spill coke all over him. To your surprise though, he jst laughs and grabs your hand, pulling you down a corridor with a "Come with me,". When you reach his dressing room, you sit down on the chair while Niall rummages through his bag. "I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy, I can't believe this is happening to me. Why did it have to be you that it spilled on? I am so going to get fired for this," you continue to babble, close to tears over the whole situation. He sits down beside you and wraps an arm over your shoulders, "Woah, calm down love. What's your name?" he soothes, "Well (Y/N), i'm Niall. And I won't let them fire you so don't worry,". He gives you a squeeze and you smile, "Here, you can change into these, your absolutley covered in the stuff," he laughs as he hands you a white t-shirt and a pair of grey jogging bottoms. You step behind the screen to change out of your wet clothes, and when you step back out you notice he's changed his top too. "Hey," he siles, "It suits you,". You blush, shaking your head. "How about we hang out for a while after the show? Could get some food or something? And you could explain why you were running around with coke in the first place," he laughs. "Sounds great,".

HARRY: "Come on (Y/N)! We're running out of time here. We just need one shot, one shot that's all," the director yells at you. "Sorry," you mumble, "It's just so awkward standing here while he just sings at me," you gesture towards Harry and quickly add, "No offense or anything," but he's nodding in agreement. They were shooting One Direction's new music video, and you'd just been an extra who'd been chosen for a bigger role - Harry's love interest. And apparently that required Harry to sing his intense solo to you while your faces were just inches apart. "Have five everyone! Then we've got time for one last shot," he yells again. You turn to Harry again, "I'm sorry about this, I hope i'm not going to ruin the whole video for you," you quickly apoligise. He shakes his head, "Nah, it's my fault too. It's hard to keep singing when your face is that close to a pretty girls," he winks, making you laugh. "Come on Styles! We just need to buck up our ideas and just do it!". You notice the smirk spread across Harry's face, and your blush, realising how your last sentence could have been taken. You slap his shoulder playfully, "No, I mean the scene!". "CUT! Thats a wrap everyone!" the director calls, and you and Harry high five eachother. "We did good on that last shot. Thank god," you smile. "Yeah. Hey, are you, um, do you want to go for a drink?" Harry looks up at you through his eyelashes, nervous. You laugh, "Just so long as you don't have to sing at me all night long - you've got a great voice, but I think we've both had enough for one day,". "Damn, that was the plan too," he mocks annoyance, "I guess we could probably just go for a meal instead then,".

LOUIS: Your an intern at a teen magazine over the summer holidays. You didn't get to do much except making cups of teas and ordering files, but you loved being there, it was a great atmosphere. You set down a tray of tea, water and biscuits on the coffee table as quietly as you can. One Direction were currently in the middle of an interview with your superviser. The boys didn't pay much attention to you, instead concentrating on their interviewer who was asking them a question - all except Louis that is, who smiled at you when your eyes met and mouthed "Thank you,". Five minutes later your sat again at your make-do desk on the other side of the room, ordering some files when suddenly Louis yells, "WHO MADE THIS CUP OF TEA?". You nervously raise your hand, but when his eyes finally fall on you, he smils warmly. Your superviser scowls over at you before quickly jumping up to apoligise for whatever may be wrong with it, "You can't get good staff these days,". "No no no," he brushes off her insistent apoligies and makes his way over to where you were sat. "This," he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, "Is the best cup of tea I have ever had,". You start to laugh but freeze as he gives you a quick peck on the cheek. You blush as he slides you a piece of paper before heading back over to the sofa for the rest of the interview. Looking down at the note you smile - his number.

LIAM: "Ugh, I hate this," you moan, before plastering an awkward fake smile across your face in time for the camera's flash. "Can we have a quick break please? Like five minutes?" Liam asks the photographer who shrugs and walks off the set. He turns his attention to you, and you immediately feel nervous, "Your names (Y/N) right?" you nod, "Right (Y/N), what can I do to make this easier for you?" his face was sympathetic as he smiled down at you. You weren't a model - no, the model had decided she couldn't be bothered to show up - and you happened to be the only young girl working on the set that day, so for this shoot, you were the model. "I'm sorry," you sigh, "I've always hated having my photo taken. I look like a potato,". Liam watches you for a moment in disbelief, before realising that you're being serious. "You're joking right? You're stunning!" He blurts out, quickly blushing when he realises what he said, but it all just makes you laugh. "Seriously though," he adds, "If anyone looks like a potato here, it's me, not you,". You laugh again, sarcastically, "Yeah, because there's not millions of girls around the world, including this one right in front of you, that know that isn't true,". He ignores your comment, "You know, you're even prettier when you laugh. Would you maybe want to, like, hang out for a bit after this? You seem cool.. I mean, if you don't want to, it's fin, but,," he starts to babble. "I'd like that, you seem pretty cool yourself too," you smile. Liam spends the rest of the photoshoot pulling silly faces and whispering cheesy jokes in between shots, just to make you laugh.