One Direction Preferences

Your Family Doesn't Approve

Harry: You can feel your mother’s glare at your back, the hard glare sending shivers down your spine. Harry’s at your side, beer bottle in hand, as he converses with your friend’s husband and you can tell he feels more at home this time around. You’re back in Manhattan for your sorority sisters wedding and while Harry had been reluctant to join, your pout had made him sigh before he rearranged his schedule. The kisses he’d received in thanks were enough to tell him he’d made the right decision. “I hope you aren’t attached to that boy,” you hear your mother tut, her perfectly manicured nails entering your line of vision as she pulls the towel from your hands and tosses it into the bathroom sink. “And why not mother?” You question while resisting the overwhelming urge to roll your eyes at her remark. “Have you really become that stupid? He is… deplorable, and the fact that you brought him here with you is unacceptable!” She screeches, eyes wide and angry and this was exactly what you had expected. “He is more than capable of taking care of me mother. The tattoo’s are just ink on his skin,” you try to defend, attempting to sidestep her but she pushes you back into the sink. “I will not allow you to degrade this family! Your father and I have worked hard to be at the top of the social ladder and this, boy will not ruin the life we planned for you! You will stop this ridiculous game you are playing, you are too old for rebelling,” she hisses, long nail pointing in your face and you feel tears welling in your eyes. “You’re being ridiculous! He’s my boyfriend and I love him! He treats me better than any boyfriend has ever treated me. I’m not ending things just because you don’t approve!” you scream, shoving past her to push the door open. You stumble into the wall across from you once your mother attempted to grip your wrist, tripping over your high-healed pumps. “Stop this, right now!” your mother screeches, unaware of the fact that two of you had stumbled into the kitchen where your family has gathered. “Let me go!” You demand, wrenching your wrist away from her before you gasp. The room falls silent after the sound of your mother’s hand colliding with your cheek and Harry is the first to step forward. “I think it’s best we leave now,” he says tensely, wrapping you in the safety of his arms before ushering you from the kitchen. “She looks like a whore now Eric, she is ruining the family name!” you hear your mother hissing to your father, referencing the champagne colored sequenced skirt and sheer white top. “You look like a big sparkly tiara,” Harry whispers against your temple, lips kissing away the tears that had fallen from your eyes and you sigh. “I knew that’s how she’d react… she’s, such a bitch! She’s always so keen on appearances and they’ve had me engaged to Aaron Larue since we were babies. I hate coming home, I hate her!” You cried in frustration, covering your makeup stained face with your hands and Harry chuckles softly. “She’s your mother, you don’t hate her. She’s uptight and a bitch, I’ll give you that but… you don’t hate her. I know that and you know that. So she doesn’t approve, our relationship isn’t about her is it?” Harry questioned, taking your hand at the red light to press warm kisses to your knuckles until you sigh in agreement. “No,” you affirm, turning your head to look at him and he gives you a bright smile. “Then that’s settled. If she never approves then that’s alright, my mom practically assumes you came from her own vagina so,” Harry teased, relived when you laughed at his words. Smiling at the feeling of your lips against his cheek, he turned into the gentle kiss as you nuzzled his jaw with your nose. “I love you,” you whispered with a smile, determined not to let your disapproving mother ruin the rest of your trip.

Liam: It’s a normal day at home, Liam is at work and you have the day off. Liam’s schedule is more than hectic now that’s he opened another music store in Manchester, it’s normal to find that he’s either on the road by car or by train. He’s in the process of planning the opening party for the store, most of his time spent on the phone with bands and caterers rather than him actually working. “Hello,” you answer, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear while gathering the things for your makeup bag. “Y/N… I’m disappointed in you,” you hear the harsh tone of your father state in laments term and you stop immediately. “What’d I do daddy?” You question, searching your brain for all the things you’ve ever done that could have your father disappointed in you. “This boy you’re seeing… you should know better,” he snaps, papers rustling in the background and you assume he’s at the office. “Daddy… he’s a good guy, he’s good to me,” you immediately defend, voice high pitched in despair because you’re fathers disapproval is more than you can handle. “You know I’ll never accept him… these pictures of you are, unacceptable!” he yells, voice lowering at the end once he’s reminded that he’s in a law office and not at home. “What pictures?” You cry, spinning to sit at the end of the bed you share with Liam. The blue and purple paisley sheets still unmade from your lazy start and this is your home. This is where you live, the place you share with Liam; the boy your father would’ve accepted in a perfect world. “Lacy sent me pictures of the two of you from some music event… he’s covered in tattoos! And, the skirt you were wearing was way too short. You are not the girl I raised and I don’t know where she is, but I’d like you to return her at once! I will not stand for this any longer!” you father demands, leaving no room for discussion as he usually does. Tears spill down your cheeks and no matter how hard you fight him, your father refuses to budge on the subject. “I could give two shits about what this boy has done for your brother. All he’s done is feed this rebellious streak Abram has going and if that’s how you’re going to care for him then I will bring Abram home tomorrow. He was supposed to come to London with you so you could guide him, put him on the right path and now he’s more determined than ever to live out some ridiculous fantasy about being in a band! You are not the daughter I raised and don’t think I won’t hesitate to cut you off if you continue this nonsense!”  Your father is harsh and serious, hanging up before you have the chance to respond. “What… happened? Are you alright?” Liam questions in a rushed voice, stepping over your expensive and extensive makeup collection that is scattered across the hardwood of the bedroom floor. Everything from your vanity is overturned and scattered across the floor, your priced possession of makeup is shattered and broken. “My dad told me he was going to cut me off,” you whisper softly, knees bent with your face buried against the kneecaps. Liam steps over smashed lipstick to take a seat beside you against the bed, legs sprawling out in front of him as he questions your conversation with your father. “He told me I was being a child and that he’d never approve of you. He said if I continue to be with you, he’ll pull Abram home and cut me off!” you cry in despair, swiping the mixture of tears and black eye makeup away from your cheeks and Liam is momentarily speechless. “I’m sorry,” Liam finally says and he knows there’s nothing else he can say. “I don’t even need him or his money but… he’s always been the one to support me. I’m 22 years old and I’m terrified of growing up and not needing my daddy’s money,” you cry in a laugh, burying your face in Liam’s neck once he’s pulled you into his arms. “I can support you now,” Liam assures you, pressing kisses to your temple before you push him away. “I don’t need anyone to support me, it’s just…” “You’ve always had someone to support you,” Liam finishes and you nod. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and lets his lips linger there as he talks. “He’ll come around and if not, then fuck him. I love you and I know you love your father but like you said, you’re 22 now. It’s time to grow up and start doing things for yourself… and it’s time to clean this mess up, all these smells are giving me a headache,” Liam states, pulling you to your feet. You spend the rest of the night going through your makeup and throwing out what is ruined and making lists of what you need to replace.