One Direction Preferences

They Have A Crush On You

Number 28: They Have A Crush On You

Harry: It’s two in the morning, and you and Harry were the only two who couldn’t fall asleep, so you begin walking the cold streets just to talk. Harry follows you to the end of street, where you press the crossing button waiting for the picture to change signaling you both to walk across the street.

“What time is it,” Harry finally asks breaking the silence of your wait.

You take out your phone to check the time, “2:26.”

Harry laughs, “They probably didn’t notice us leave, they were all sound asleep.”

“Not you,” you say starting to walk to the cross walk, “I woke up to you staring at your phone. Interesting conversations at two in the morning, yea?”

Harry looked at you as he followed behind you, “Huh?”

“Who were you texting,”  you ask clarifying.

“Oh no one,” he answers, “I was just checking emails.”

“C’mon,” you laugh, “Tell me. Who are you secretly have a thing for.” Harry looks down at the ground for a moment of silence as you wait for answer.

“Nothing,”

You say waiting, “Alright0 I’ll guess then.” You interlock your fingers as you begin to think, “Lets see, who is good enough for Harry to be up talking to at two in the morning. Is it Miley Cyrus? A french model? How about some Brazilian porn star?” Your guesses make Harry laugh.

“Nah,” he finally says, “But trust me, it wouldn’t be that hard to figure out if you were really trying.”

You nod your head and think, “It’s definitively Louis then, right?”

Harry laughs, “Yes, but someone else too, and don’t say Liam.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “This is not easy. Just tell me.”

Harry grabs your shoulder making you turn to face him and stop walking. “(Y/N), think about it. Who is amazing enough to be talking to me at two in the morning? Who would oddly enough spend time with me no matter how late? That’s the girl I like.”

You look at him confused, “So it’s not the Brazilian chick?”

“No,” he smiled, looking into your eyes, “it’s you.”

Liam: You step out of the bathroom at a small get-together at your sisters house. You had just finished putting a few finishing touches on your makeup and just a few sprays of perfume. Just around the corner, you hear the sound of five loud guys sitting around the couch. “Shh- shh,” you hear one say, “I think she is coming.”

“How, you haven’t even got her into bed yet,” another says laughing. You could make out his voice, it was Harry, the little perv. You turn the corner to find them starring at you, speechless with not an ounce of emotion on their faces.

You smile, “What’s going on here?” Zayn and Louis, who are sitting on ethier side of Liam, both hit him, trying to get him to talk.

“Umm,” Liam says breaking the silence, “We were thinking of ordering food. Is.. uh, does Chinese sound… good?” Harry bursts out laughing at Liam’s rambling. Everyone turns to him and frowns as Louis tries to save Liam.

“Yea, but maybe we should choose a movie first,” he says standing up leaving a spot next to Liam, “Care to sit down?”

You look suspiciously at them, and make your way to the spot next to Liam. He turns to you and smiles, blushing from ear to ear. As Louis takes a seat on the ground, he grabs the remote and flips through a list of movies.