One Direction Preferences

96. He See's You In The Crowd

Harry: He pushes forward through the crowd, making his way to his seat but he stops. There’s a girl ahead of him, long hair curled down her back and she’s beautiful. He hasn’t even seen her face yet but he can tell. She turns and his breath catches, she’s as beautiful as he thought. Harry changes direction, following the flow of floral until he’s in front of her. “What’s your name?” he asks with a smile and you turn, startled at the question and even more startled to find Harry Styles at your back. “(Y/N)” you say quirking an eyebrow as he asks for your last name before disappearing. But that night you have a new follow and an inconspicuous tweet directed at you “@harry_styles: floral never looked so good from afar, tell me your name and I’ll make you mine”.

Liam: Liam tilts his head up, pulling at his tie before sighing. It’s too hot for a wedding but here he is, watching as his friend kisses his new bride before he glances around. There’s a girl dressed in peach ahead of him, laughing as she tilts her head up in the sunlight as he’s mesmerized. His feet propel him forward until he’s at her side, asking for a name that she gives with a smile. “Would you like to dance (Y/N)?” Liam asks, bathed in the glow of moonlight beneath the stars of the reception and you smile before joining him on the floor. “I’m glad I met you” you tell him and he smiles. “I’m glad I saw you” he counters, dipping you backwards and relishes in the giggle you breathe out.

Niall: Niall rushes forward through the rain, the water pelting down around him as he hurries through the streets of Dublin. He comes to a stop at the street corner, waiting for the walk signal when he spots a girl with a pink umbrella across the street. She’s got matching rain wellies pulled over her leggings, a blue rain jacket shielding her slim body from the cold as the light changes. Niall steps onto the wet street, catching her eye as he passes her by and she gives him a small smile before he decides to change his course. “You might melt” he starts and you turn to look at him and he smiles. “I’m (Y/N)” you offer, tilting your umbrella up for him to share and he grins as he leads you to your destination. 

Louis: He’s surrounded by girls asking for pictures and autographs and it isn’t taking him long to get annoyed. He’s looking for an escape, any escape, but something catches his eye. There’s a rather lovely girl at the counter ordering a milkshake. She isn’t making eye contact with him, or even looking over at the commotion, and that intrigues him. He pushes himself away from the crowd and stands by your side handing the worker money to cover your drink. You smile at him, but say nothing as you walk out of Milkshake City, leaving him stunned. Later that night you’re scanning Twitter to find a tweet of his that brings a smile to your face: ‘@Louis_Tomlinson: some things are better left unsaid. #Beautiful’ time stamped moments after you had left the shop.  

Zayn: He was making his way over to the bar to greet the girl he had his eyes locked on. She had been sitting at the bar ever since he had showed up to the Buddha and he was set on getting her name. He pushes past the multitudes of people on his way over to her. People in the crowd were recognizing him left and right which only slowed his advance to the bar down, not to mention aggravated him. He took his eyes off of her for one moment to tell the girl that had latched onto his arm to back off and when he looked up she was gone. He stood on his toes looking over every one to try and find her, but had no luck. He continued to walk over to the bar to take the seat she had left in hopes she would show back up. He looked down at the napkin that had had her drink on it and smiled. You had seen him walking over to you but didn’t want the crowd he was bringing with him around you. You left your number on your napkin and left the club knowing he would take your seat hoping you would come back.