One Direction Preferences

#29 Rock And Roll (Eric Hutchinson)

Harry: Disregard the lies he will tell, and what he’s probably like. Cause its not hard, his charm is gonna get him through the night…

Everyone thinks they know him, the dangerous ladies man, Harry Styles. But that’s not the Harry you know. He isn’t like that at all, but when ever he is out. Being interview, or just caught hanging with his friends people portray him that way. Tonight you and Harry went to a movie premiere, and of course there is a long red carpet to walk down. The paps are feisty tonight, isn’t it enough to take a picture. Why do they have to poke at him? “Is it true that you cheated on Y/N with Kendall Jenner?” “How did you get Y/N to forgive you?” “One of our sources tell us that you admitted to Kendall ‘she was the best sex you’ve ever had.’ Can you confirm that?” I tensed at the mention of Kendall. Of course I was jealous, who wouldn’t be she’s beautiful. But you know Harry wouldn’t do that. Some how he kept calm as they prodded him all night. “Just leave him alone!” You snapped at one of the paps. He looked down at you then back out. “No, let ’em ask their questions. Even if I tell the truth, they are going to like, twist my words and make me seem like the bad guy.” He kept composed as he wrapped his arm around your waist and lead you down the carpet.

Liam: It’s a must the swivel in her hips, and the look she gives. It’s all her trust if only in the morning she knew where she lived…

This happens every time, we both get drunk, have amazingly hot sex, then when I wake up in the morning she’s gone. There’s something so different about Y/N. Tonight is going to be different, she’s going to know how crazy I am about her.

She rolls off of me, both of us breathing heavy. She looks stunning like this, her hair a mess, every inch of her beautiful skin exposed. She turned over onto me, her head against my chest. “Your beautiful you know that?” I asked as I stroked her, now slightly sweaty hair.” She shrugged, “Not really, I’m sure you’ve seen girls way more beautiful than me on the road. How could she not see it. She peeked up at me with big eyes. “I think your the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My hand traveled up from her waist and cradled her face. She must have known I wanted to kiss her because she closed her eyes. It was short and gentle, but it said so much. “Stay with me?” I begged, I don’t want to wake up tomorrow without her. “For how long?” It kills me that she can go from, sexy to innocent in one second. “Forever?” I shrugged. She cuddled closer to me, and intertwined her legs with mine. “Of course.” She smiled kissing me again, harder this time. Before long her quite snores filled the room.

Niall: Lately its been a big hassle, Heineken and Newcastle. To make sure he’s fitting in and living large…

A loud bang woke you up, you knew exactly what it was. Lately Niall comes home late, completely wasted. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, and wrapped a small blanket around yourself. The banging got louder as you went down the stairs. He was ransacking the cabinets, probably looking for a glass for water. “Niall,” You said softly. When he didn’t respond you got closer. “NIALL,” You yelled over the banging. “What’d you want?!” He yelled. You took a step back, he always yell like this, but tonight it scared you. “It’s late, you should get some sleep.” You whispered looking down at the messy floor. “Well the boys wanted to stay out so we stayed out!” His nudged past you, he reeked of alcohol. Normally he would take a shower before he went to bed, but tonight he went straight to the bedroom. The smell of alcohol makes you sick, so there is no way you’ll be able to sleep with him. After cleaning the kitchen, you set some aspirin, and a glass of water on the nightstand for when he wakes up. You took out an extra blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep. You have no idea what’s gotten into him lately, he comes home late, buys tons of unnecessary things, and gets drunk every night. You barely ever see him any more. As you slipped out of consciousness you started to dream. Running away from someone, you scream for help, but no one does. You’ve had this dream before more than once, and the only thing that helps is when Niall sings for you. “Y/N, wake up, WAKE UP.” He is standing above you each of his hands on your shoulders, shaking you awake. You stared up at him, eyes blurring your vision. He pulled you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, you do everything for meh and I treat you like shit. I’m so sorry.” He was crying, the tears soaked through your shirt. Your natural instinct to comfort him kicked in. You pulled his head to you chest, your fingers in his hair. “It’s ok Niall, please don’t cry.” He sobbed into your chest. “I’ll nev-never do this to you again, just please come to bed?” You nodded and He took you hand and lead you to the bed room.

Louis: Nothing to loose cause they both are winning. And they fall in love as they fall in bed…

You cant deny the tension in the room, It’s driving you crazy. Louis has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, things have never been more than that. Except you time you got drunk and you swear you made out, but he always says it never happened. He and Eleanor got in a huge fight so the first thing he thought to do was come to you. “Well did you ask her about it?” He paced “I don’t need to ask, I saw the texts. She’s just so, UGGH!!!” He groaned flopping onto the couch next to you. She is so lucky to have a boyfriend as wonderful as Louie and she just throws it away. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so happy I have you.” His hair poked out in every direction. The skin beneath his touch is hot. She doesn’t deserve him, after all these years and everything you do for him, he still doesn’t see it. And at the end of the night he is just going to go back to her. You got off of the couch and walked into the kitchen. It gets harder and harder to pretend he’s only a friend. You leaned onto the counter taking a deep breath and holding back tears. Two cold hand held onto your hips. “Y/N” Louis breathed onto the back of your neck. Sending chills down your spine. You sighed in response, his lips felt prefect against your neck. “This is such a bad idea.” His hands moved to your waist. “Then stop,” You whispered back. He turned you around a smashed his lips against yours. His hands moved down the curve of your back to you bum, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. “Louis,” You pulled back from the kiss. “Shhhh” He walked into you bed room and threw you onto the bed. He look lustfully down at you, while pulling his plain white shirt over his head. “I cant do this with you, I cant do this knowing your going back to her.” He shook his head, and leaned in pressing a very short kiss on your lips. “I’m never leaving you again.”

Zayn(smut): And he’ll roll with the punches, long as he knows he’s in control…

When your having sex he likes to be in control. Not for one minute does he give that up. Even when you push him onto his back and straddle him. You grind against his length your hands on his tattooed chest. He grunts and holds your hips tightly as you ride him. Even as you move your hips he thrusts up into you. “Fuck,” you groan. He knows it wont be long for you, so he slows down. You try to move faster against him, but he has an iron grip on you. “Say my name Y/N, scream it.” He growled, his thrusts getting sloppy. “Aaah,” you while, unable to form sentences. “Say it!” He said again pulling out comply. “ZAYN, PLEASE ZAYN!” He rammed back into you, never letting his eyes leave your face as you come apart in his hands. He follow right after, short grunts slipped out of his mouth as he released inside you. You collapsed next to him, exhausted. He laughed, and stroked your hair. “Get some sleep, I love you Y/N.” Those were that last words you heard before you slipped out of consciousness.