One Direction Preferences.

84-Fame Gets To Him.

Preference #84: Fame Gets To Him.

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Harry:

"I hate it, (Y/N)! I swear, I can never been seen again!" He huffed, running his fingers through his new hair cut. "It's so ugly! I have weird bangs, and it's not curly like it was; and just ugh! It's horrible!" When Harry first came home, you did sort of laugh at his new haircut. If anything, his hair looked longer, and it was funny. You tried to hide your laugh, but Harry groaned again. "Even you think it looks funny! Think of what the paps'll say! I'm Harry Styles, and Harry Styles doesn't go out of the house looking like he has a parrot on his head!" He kept on flipping his hair back into place, but it didn't work. "Why are you talking in third person?" you laughed, then running your fingers through his hair. "That's what you're worried about? I'm worried about my net value! My photo shoots and concerts! Everything is going to go wrong because of this!" He points to his hair and sighs. You sat down, amazed at what he had just said. "Net value? You're worried about your net value when this is completely fixable?" "What do you mean fixable? It's more wild than Miley Cyrus on a Friday night!" You could see his eyes and face getting all red and puffy. "There's no need to cry, Harry. There's a thing called gel, and I'm more than happy to use it on you."

Louis:

You and Louis were finally having a nice time out together as a couple. Since he was always working, and you were always helping with your sister, you both had no time to get together. You were talking with Louis, walking hand in hand, when you bumped into someone, spilling their drink on you. "Whoo! That's cold!" you laughed, looking down at your shirt. Thankfully, you wore a black shirt, and they spilled only water. "I'm so so so so sooo sorry!" The young girl started freaking out and immediately started to get napkins and helping you clean up the mess that had happened. "I'm sorry that you're so clumsy, but we should really go. We were having a very nice time until that. Do you know who she even is? She's (Y/N) Tomlinson!" Louis huffed, taking your hand an pulling you away. "I'm really am sorry, but I don't. Is there anyway I could make it up to you?" she asked. You shook your head no, smiling politely, but Louis had other ideas. "Yeah, don't be so clumsy. And stay out of our way." Louis snapped. The poor girls eyes closed, before she turned to pick up the mess on the floor. "Louis Tomlinson! You go back there and apologize to that poor girl!" you screamed, hitting his chest. "But she ran into us. No one should touch us like that again, whether it's on purpose or not," he huffed, folding his arms. "Just because we're famous doesn't mean we should be treated like it. What's wrong with you?" you screamed in his face. You left him to go help the girl. You picked up ice and cup, ordered another drink for her, apologized on Louis's behalf, and gave her your number, telling her to text you soon. Once you were back with Louis, he quickly apologized for letting his name and fame get to his head, thanking you for whipping his back into shape.

Liam:

Liam had finally agreed onto a date at the local fair. He had been taking forever for get ready, but it was usually the other way around. He came downstairs in a fancy suit, prancing around like he was royalty. "Liam, we're going to a fair, not a ball. Go change please," you said, laughing at his choice of clothes. "But you're going to be wearing that?" he laughed at your outfit, which was plain and simple. Since it was cold out, you had a nice black beanie on to match your pants, and you had a gray sweater with a button up shirt underneath. It wasn't the best outfit you had worn, but it wasn't the worst. "I am... Do you have a problem with it?" Your hands went to your hips, and chuckled at his statement. "I do! There are going to be paparazzi and fans taking pictures of us, and we obviously don't match! I would like you to change," he said, walking down the stairs, examining your outfit. Your eyes widened when you knew exactly what he meant. "You're embarrassed to be seen with me? Is that what this is all about?" You huffed and put your hands to your waist. "I never said that, (Y/N)! Don't put words in my mouth," he spit back, straightening his tie. "You were thinking it, but one of us had to say it! I just cannot believe you right now! My boyfriend of a year finally admits that he's embarrassed of me! So nice to hear, Liam! Or do I have to all you Mr. Payne since you're all 'famous' now? I don't even want to go anymore," you sat down of the couch and huffed, covering your eyes away from Liam. "I-I'm sorry, (Y/N) you're right. I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you though. I never have and I never will. I just get so much hate on what I wear, so I always have to make sure I look nice or even better than nice... Do you still want to go?" Liam joined you on the couch taking off his jacket. "No, I don't want to go anymore, Liam... But I don't want a fashion model with me. That's not what I wanted when I started to date you. I want you and your style. Not a pap's."

Zayn:

"Haha! Look at me on the cover of Vogue! Ugh, I need a new style, this one is getting old." He tossed the magazine aside and took off his shirt, looking at every detail of himself in the mirror. "(Y/N)!" He called out, outlining his heart tattoo. "Yes, boo?" you asked, joining him in the bathroom. "I think I might get a makeover. My clothes, hair, style, everything. I'm just gonna become a new person." He stopped tracing his tattoo and let his hand fall to his side. "I'll leave you then," You whispered, sorta embarrassed that it slipped out. "You would leave me if I changed?" he chuckled at your statement and shakes his head. "Well, Zayn, what would you be changing for?" you asked, standing next to him, admiring his body. "For the media. I dunno, it's tiring to see me with the same style every time. Maybe the fans want to see something new..." His voice trailed off, his finger going back to his tattoo. "I don't want to see you change because of the fame," you said, shaking your head, "I want the same Zayn. I don't want a different Zayn. I want you, you right now, not a different Zayn later," you whispered, taking his arm around yours. "Don't you think the media'll get tired of people being the same?" he asked. shaking his head. "Well sure, Zayn, but that doesn't have to mean you have to change for it." You whispered. The bathroom went into silence. Zayn stood there, continuing to look at himself, nodding after a while, "Were you serious about leaving me if I did change?" he asked, breaking the silence. You nodded, "Yes. I don't want someone else. By you changing your appearance, personality, and stuff, it would change you into someone else. I don't want that."

Niall:

Niall had been spending so much time at the gym, completely turning him into a tank. Whenever he got the chance, he'll either be checking himself out or he'll be out in the gym. After a while, you got annoyed at how vain he was becoming. "How was the gym, babe?" you asked as he was walking through the door. "Really good. I got a lot of stuff done, but more importantly, my babies are getting bigger," he laughed, flexing and kissing his arms. You rolled your eyes and returned back to you show. "Just look at them!" he laughed, admiring himself in the mirror. "Cool..." you didn't bother to look because he was doing the same thing does everyday. "Awe, what's up, (Y/N)? You're not smiling like you usually do," Niall quickly changed his posture and sat on the couch next to you. You shook your head and laughed to yourself, "It's pretty stupid. It's nothing." Niall shook his head with yours then poked you, "Nooo, it's something. What is it?" He asked again. "It's just the time that you've been spending at the gym. It seems like you're there all the time, fixing yourself up and making yourself more attractive to the fans, paps, and music labels; I'll admit, it's attractive even to me, but you're turning into something you weren't before and I don't like it. You're becoming vain, and that's just not you." You looked at Niall but he didn't say anything back. He had his thinking face on, then huffing. "I-I spend all my time there thinking up become more attractive, hoping that all the hate would go away. I want to feel good about mys-," "But Niall, changing yourself into something you're not is not going I make you feel any better about yourself. Listening to me and the fans telling you how beautiful you are is enough. You don't need to change for the girls who already love you. You need to learn how to love yourself for you and how you look, and not for how media wants you to look."

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QOTD: Besides 1D, who's is your favorite celebrity(ies)?

UGH HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN. He played Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars for those who don't know who he is, but I love him so much and he's a great actor and yeah.

That man, though. Whew.

This one was really hard to write since I know the boys wouldn't let the fame get to them like this, and plus, I tried to write something else that's a bit different than what everyone else wrote for this pref. so yeeeeeah.

EW EW EW. I THINK I JUST GOT INDIRECTLY ASKED OUT BY SOMEONE.

Awks... haha, peace out home dogs.

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