One Direction Preferences

It's Your Birthday

Liam: It’s three in the morning. You’re sound asleep, smiling still because you fell asleep very content in Liam’s arms. What you didn’t realize was that he was no longer in bed. Liam snuck out from under the covers and started up his laptop, immediately getting on twitter. He made sure people were online, and he started to twitcam - very, very quietly. “Guys, it’s three in the morning where I am and [Y/N] is asleep so I’ve got to be quiet,” he said, hushed, into to the camera. “I wanted to do this twitcam for her. Like, record it and show it to her. So, for the next hour, send me all the nice things you want to say to her because it’s her birthday! And in twenty minutes, we’ll all sing Happy Birthday so I can show this to her tomorrow. I love her a lot, guys. This will really make it a great day for her, she loves directioners and hopes you love her back.” He smiled into the twit cam. Compliments and birthday wishes came pouring in, and Liam read as many to the recording twit cam as possible. After the song had been sung and the hour was up, Liam signed off and crawled back into bed. The next morning, he showed you the video and you couldn’t help but start crying. You leaned into Liam, pressing your lips against his softly “Thank you so much, love,” you whispered. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

Zayn: “Zayn, baby, not that I don’t trust you, but why are we on a plane?” Zayn smirked as he looked at you. You were nervously biting your lip, squeezing his hand as the plane began its trek down the runway. He had woken you up early this morning, and handing you a pair of pajama pants and an old sweatshirt of his, told you to get dressed. You slipped on the clothing and followed himout to the cab, which took you to the airport. “It’s your birthday, babygirl, and I wanted to do something special. You’ll see when we get there,” he smiled, kissing your forehead. You groaned in impatience but nodded, content to lean against him and sleep until you landed - which is exactly what you did. “We’re in New York? Zayn, I don’t understa-” he cut you off by pressing his lips to you, smiling as he pulled away from your now dazed face. “Okay. I get it. No more questions. Lead on, good sir,” you said loosely. Zayn intertwined your hands and escorted you out of the airport and into a waiting cab. He whispered an address to the man and leaned back, letting him arm rest around your shoulders. You watched as the scenery flew by until the cab stopped. Zayn thanked the man, paid him, and pulled you from the cab. You covered your mouth in surprise. You were standing right in front of Tiffany’s in all its glitz and glory. “I know you don’t care about material things,” Zayn whispered from behind you. “But I want you to have the best of everything. So I flew you here today so that you could pick out something.” You stifled another gasp and turned to thank Zayn, but you didn’t see him. You looked down and there he was, kneeling in front you before all of the hustle and bustle of NYC. “I was hoping,” he said, clearing his throat. “That you would be able to pick out your engagement ring.”

Louis: You woke up at 11 o’clock, leisurely stretching out. You froze, however, when you realized that your boyfriend’s body wasn’t where you expected it to be. In his place was a note and what looked like five hundred dollars. You gasped, scrambling for the note. “Everything has a price, but luckily, it’s your birthday! You better not pay for a thing today, love. Go downstairs and catch the cab. He’ll take you somewhere big and expensive. Read the note he gives you. I love you! Louis xx -p.s.: don’t forget the money! You’ll be needing it :).” You giggled at Louis’ sweetness before following his instructions. It seemed like he wanted to lead you on a scavenger hunt, and you were more than willing to let him. You dressed hurriedly and rushed downstairs, and outside was the cabbiman. He grinned as you got in and kept his head down. “Hello, miss. We’ll be heading to Westfield Shopping Center. Upon your arrival- oh, screw it. Hi [Y/N]!” grinned Harry. You laughed loudly. “Hi, Harry. You make a pretty good taxi driver, if I do say so myself. What in the world is Lou doing?” Harry smiled at you through the mirror as he drove quickly through traffic. “Sorry, babe, that’s classified. Anyway, you’ll get a note when we get there. This taxi ride is gonna be twenty dollars, so whenever you’re ready,” he grinned. You laughed and bantered for the rest of the short drive, happy to give Harry a twenty as you stepped out of the car with the next note. “You need seven things, babe. A little sin never did no one no harm! Buy one thing for each of the seven sins and go to the fountain at 3 PM. You’ll see me. I promise. I love you! Louis xx.” You smiled, shaking your head at the boy. Only Louis would encourage you with something like that. Regardless, you followed his instructions, ending up with a giant cookie, a 50-dollar Starbucks gift card, an oversized memory foam pillow, the largest make-up kit you could find, a few pieces of uncouthly indecent lingerie, a gorgeous mirror that you simply couldn’t live with out, and a sword - because, really, what in the world would you get for wrath? You walked to fountain, content to sit for the next three minutes and eat the cookie. “Boo,” you head from behind you. You jumped, almost loosing the cookie. “Hi, gorgeous. Have fun today?” he gave you a cheeky grin, you pecked him quickly. “I did. This was a lovely idea, Louis - but honestly, what did you expect me to get for wrath?” He giggled at you and raised an eyebrow. “What did you get?” You blushed. “I, er, I bought a sword,” you stammered. Louis guffawed loudly before pulling you in for another kiss. “And that, [Y/N], is exactly why I love you.”

Niall: “Oh, Nialler, this the café you took me to for our first date,” you gasped, squeezing his hand. “I remember because you made me sing with you at that open mic. That was such a lovely night,” you smiled remembering. Niall ducked to kiss your temple, also smiling. “It was a lovely night. And without that night, I may not be able to celebrate tonight with you, so we’re here. Happy Birthday, princess.” You grinned and leaned into him. The two of you were seated - at nearly the same table as last time. You grinned when you saw the stage. A teenager had pulled his girlfriend up onto the stage and they were busy making a fool of themselves, trying to sing a few words between their laughs. You smile softly to yourself. Some things never change, you thought. The two of you ordered - three plates for the two of you - and settled into a comfortable quietness, one or the other murmuring comments as you surfed through your memories. When the food came, you dug in, loving the homey taste of the food. After 15 minutes of banter and food, Niall excused himself, saying he needed to use the restroom. You smiled an tucked back into your meal, lost in your thoughts again. “So, er, hello everybody.” You froze as you heard his voice. Coming from a speaker. You turned to face the stage, seeing Niall on a stool with a guitar in front of the mic. “Today is my girlfriend’s birthday - hi, [Y/N], and this was where we had our first date, so I wanted to bring her here. I, um, I wrote her a song, so, here it goes.” Niall started strumming, lifting his head to sing slowly into the microphone. He sung of love and laughter and all of the things you loved in your relationship. He ended the song on a light riff, letting the note hang in the air before clearing his throat and standing. “So, yeah. I love you, princess.” He walked back to your table, grinning shyly. When he was within a few feet of the table you abruptly stood, running to him and crashing into him. “I love you so much,” you mumbled into his chest. “You are the best boyfriend ever, the best person ever, and I love you so much.” Niall chuckled and bent to kiss the to of your head. “I love you more. I’ll always love you more, [Y/N].”

Harry: You went out shopping all day with Danielle, Eleanor, and Perrie. They wouldn’t let you buy a single thing, claiming that everything you got was their gift for you. You pouted and refused to buy things, so the girls went ahead and picked out pieces of clothing and jewelry they thought you would like, buying it for you despite your protests. Eventually you warmed up and gave in, smiling and laughing as you tried on dress after dress and shoe after shoe. The girls never made a single complaint, happy that you were accepting their generosity - and their credit cards! As the afternoon wore into evening, you bid the girls goodnight and headed back to your flat, looking forward to spending the night with Harry. You were sure you knew what was going to happy later tonight - this is Harry Styles we’re speaking of - but you didn’t quite expect to see what you found as you walked through the door. “Haz?” you called. The entrance hallway was dim, a few red candles lighting your path. You could smell several different aromas, all of them pleasing, as you made your way through the hall and into the kitchen. “What is all th-, oh,” you gasped, taking the in the sight. Harry had set up the kitchen to look like a beach house that you two had vacationed at last year. “Hi, beautiful,” he murmured nervously. “I made you dinner. Happy birthday.” You smiled and rushed to him, immediately connecting your lips. “This is beautiful. And the food looks wonderful. Oh, my God, thank you. I love you.”

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