One Direction Preferences.

114-You Think He Hates You. -Part One.

Preference #114: You think he hates you. -Part One.

There's a really long Zayn one. Be ready to die of feels. This was requested!! ❤

Harry:

You were one of Gemma's good friends and growing up, you would always be over at her house. Of course, whenever you would visit, Harry would always be there, and you had a major crush on him. Many times you would just sit in the living room with Gemma, and Harry would roll his eyes, huff with annoyance and leave the room whenever you spoke. But now, Gemma had invited her family and you to come visit for her birthday, and there way no way you would decline. Even if that meant you would have to see Harry, which you were convinced that he hated you. The whole dinner ran on and all Harry could do was sigh whenever you spoke, but soon you were fed up with his childish ways. You dropped the fork on your plate causing a loud sound and Harry looked right at you. "What do you have against me, Harry? I have known you for as long as I can remember and you've always hated me. What have I done?" You snapped. Harry's jaw dropped to the floor in awe, finally curling his lips into a smile. The smile that you loved so much. "I've never hated you, (Y/N). I'm just jealous of Gemma because she gets to spend so much time with such a perfect girl." He spoke up, his eyes gleaming in the low lit room.

Louis:

For as long as you've known Louis... he has been decent to you. You know, that kind of decent where you know they're just being nice because the have to be? That kind of decent where they are silently hitting you repeatedly with a rock in their head, but they're saying something totally passive agressive? The decent where you can hear the annoying tone in their voice whenever they compliment you or the glare in their eyes as they stare you down and judge you? Well, that was Louis. You normally wouldn't have a problem with people acting like that towards you, but Louis got to the best of you. Whenever he would be decent, your heart would ache because you started to gain a big crush on him. You wanted to know why he hated you and you wanted to know how you could love someone who doesn't treat you like a human. You got a hold of Niall one day and asked him what Louis problem was. "What do you mean, (Y/N)?" Niall asked, yawning over the phone. "Louis hates me! I'm sure of it! But I want to know why... has he told you?" You asked. You could hear Niall's deep laugh over the phone, "(Y/N), he doesn't hate you. He is head over heels in love with you!"

Liam:

No matter what you did, Liam always had a smart comment to spit back. You'd say how much you'd like something, then he'd criticize you for liking it. Or, you'd speak your own opinions and beliefs, but he'd put you down for it. According to the world, Liam is gentle, nice and easy going; but you knew the real Liam. He want gentle, nice or easy going with you at all! He was quite the opposite! But for some reason, you couldn't help but slowly start to like him. You knew he hated you, and you knew that you never had a chance. That didn't matter to you because you liked him. You were throwing a party just for fun, and the party grew and grew until the whole house and the outside was full with people. You saw so many strangers there, and as you looked around the room, your eyes landed on Liam and Niall. You lifted your hand to signal that you saw them and also just to be polite. You saw Liam roll his eyes and huff. Niall whispered something to Liam, then soon grabbed Liam's hand and made their way towards you. "Hey! Are you having a fun time?" You asked. Niall nodded, but Liam quickly retorted, "No... It's too crowded for it to be fun." You looked over to Liam and locked eyes. "Well then why don't you just leave? I didn't throw this party to please you! You know what? Why did you even come?" You asked, feeling your blood begin to boil. He sighed, "Because you're here..."

Zayn:

You went out to a bar tonight to relax and unwind. "A single malt scotch please" you ordered, tapping your fingers across the wet counter. You looked around the room for anyone somewhat attractive that you could take home tonight. As you looked around the room, you could feel someone staring into your back. You turned around and your eyes fell upon Zayn who was sitting alone at a booth. You ran the idea of sitting down next to him through your thoughts, but you scoffed instead and turned back around in time to catch your scotch. "Is this seat taken?" Someone asks. You look to see who it is, but he's unfamiliar. He had these bright blue eyes and dark brown hair with chiseled features. He was certainly someone you would consider taking home. He ordered the same thing you did, and he even started to crack some jokes. Although you liked him more and more by the minute, your thoughts turned to Zayn. You looked back to catch the sight of a girl with beach blonde hair sitting right next to him. Zayn soon caught your gaze then laughed, soon turning away and placing his lips onto the blond. Why did he hate you so much to make you jealous? You thought. You thought to make him jealous right back by smashing your lips right on top of the man's you just met. The kiss was sloppy and uneven. His breath tasted like onions and his tounge was already down your throat. Your mind went back to Zayn, the man who you fell in love with. You thought of how sweet Zayns lips would taste against yours. You soon broke the kiss, staring at the man in front of you. "I-I'm sorry. I have to go..." You hurriedly said. You quickly paid for the scotch, drinking it all in one gulp, and you ran out of the door. You could feel the tears spring to your eyes. You dropped on the ground and buried your face into your knees, crying at the fact that Zayn hurt you. You knew he hated you, but seeing him kiss another girl was too much. You loved him too much. The bar door jingled and you could hear shoes quickly approach you. "(Y/N?)" Zayn asked. His hand found your back and he rubbed small circles, "I'm so sorry. I guess I just wanted to make you jealous. I was jealous that you were talking to someone..." he spoke. You shook your head, "Just be honest and spare me the lies, Zayn. Why do you hate me? Did you really have to kiss her as I looked at you? You hurt me, Zayn. It's not like you care anyways." You huffed. Zayn sighed, and sat down right next to you, "But that's the thing... I don't hate you. I love you."

Niall:

"What am I going to do with you, Niall?" You thought out loud, shaking your head. You wiped your tears with the sleeve of your dress, and you saw the makeup stain your sleeve. You went to find solace in the bathroom away from the crowd of people at dinner. Many people came and ate dinner, including Niall. He sat across from you and he avoided your eye contact the whole night which hurt you. But what hurt you even more was what he said. Everyone was talking about fashion and soon got onto the topic of your dress. Everyone loved it... except for Niall. "I don't think it looks good at all." He mumbled across from you, finally connecting with your eyes. You were so fed up with him by this time of night that what he said sent you over the edge. You felt the tears spring to your eyes, and you excused yourself to the bathroom. You could hear steps coming towards the bathroom, and you quickly tried to make yourself presentable but it was too late when you saw Niall in the mirror behind you. "Look, I'm sorry," he started, "I didn't lie when I said that I don't think it looks nice. I think that it's actually breath taking and whenever I look at you I just want to drool so that's why I ignored you the whole night. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, that's the last thing I wanted to do, but I love you a lot and I do-" you cut Niall off by smashing your lips onto his. You didn't move until Niall relaxed and realized what was going on. Your lips started to move with his as the kiss deepened. You could feel the sparks ignite in your body as your hands went up to his neck and started to play with his hair. You soon pulled away, almost out off breath saying, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

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QOTD: Do you like chocolate? Also, should this be a two parter?

I am a chocoholic. If I could eat it everyday I would. My favorite kind is dark chocolate. Aaaaaah. I think I might go get some. Also, I think this should be a two parter. I haven't done one in a while, and this was a lot of fun to write.

You know, I was thinking about how I believe that there is an infinite amount of alternative universes, and if you think about that, in seperate universes, these preferences actually happen. In one of those universes, you actually marry your favorite boy from one direction. If that doesn't make you feel good, then I don't know what will.

In one alternative universe, I will have married Niall and we would have kids together. I mean, that is not going to happen now, but somewhere in a universe it is!!

Crazy.

-Abbster.xx