One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Meeting The Parents...

Niall:

"I should’ve worn green." You muttered lowly as Niall and you walked the path to his parents’ house. Niall raised a brow at you. "I think I will file that under stereotyping." You punched him in the shoulder, almost dropping the glass tray with brownies in it. Niall glared at you, almost dropping his glass salad bowl, and told you to fuck off. "I’m just really worried about this, Ni. What if they absolutely hate me? I’m not Irish!" Niall let out a loud laugh and rolled his blue eyes at you. He seemingly thought you to be an idiot at the moment. "I’m not being amusing, asshole." The blond shook his head and shifted the salad bowl to the other hand so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders. "Darling, it doesn’t matter that you aren’t Irish. The thing is, you aren’t English. That makes you a keeper." Now it was your turn to laugh. You snuggled closer into Niall’s side and he kissed the top of your head. "Seriously though, darling," he knocked hard on the door, "you’re fine." The door immediately opened and a large family was embracing you and Niall tightly, Irish accents were flooding your head. When they all pulled away, Niall’s mother took a look at you properly. "Gosh, you are gorgeous. Prettier than I ever imagined." You blushed at the words, subconsciously getting closer to Niall. "Thank you, ma’am," you muttered. "Oh please, darling, lose that shy attitude. This is the Horan household and a Horan event. Have a pint and loosen up." Right on cue, Niall’s brother came over with a beer and winked at you. "Just drink and have fun. They’ll love you."

Louis:

Louis was grooming himself, blue eyes concentrated on his appearance. He pulled down at the sleeves of his button down, smoothed down his pants, anything that seemed like it could be improved was. You saw him as you walked into the hall and smiled to yourself before going over to wrap your arms around him from behind. “You literally spent an hour getting ready, you look absolutely perfect, Lou.” Louis’s eyes met yours in the mirror and you could see the worry clearly now. You turned the boy around to hold his hands and look him directly in the eye. This boy need a reminder about who he was because this was a little ridiculous, honestly. “You are Louis Tomlinson which means you are a confident, charming young man who could, quite literally, charm the pants off my mother. Chill and be yourself. My parents will absolutely adore you, just like everyone else in the whole world.” You told him seriously. Louis bit his lip, thinking for a moment before squeezing your hands. “Your parents are just all WASP-y and I’m not. I’ve seen Sex and the City, you were supposed to be with a WASP.” You rolled your eyes at the older boy. “You have a lot of money. That is a WASP attribute, now stop worrying. I am not the type of person to worry about the WASP-ness of someone else. So just stop worrying, babe. I love you and my parents will too.” Louis opened his mouth to say something else but the doorbell to his house rang. His eyes widened dramatically and you rolled your eyes going to the door to open it for your parents. “You two didn’t need to dress up so much for this.” You smiled embracing the two. The barreled off some response you didn’t really care about as they pulled away to focus their attention on Louis. “This is a beautiful home, Louis. It’s nice to see that you don’t live in a flat. You’re really acting your age.” Your mother commented, your father nodding an agreement as they switched off on handshakes. “Treating my daughter well, yeah?” Louis nodded sincerely. “She’s the most wonderful woman I have ever met, I have to treat her how she deserves to be treated. And I want to.” Your mother smiled sweetly, obviously endeared by what he had said and your father looked pleasantly surprised. “Told you they would love you.” You muttered before leading your parents into the living room, Louis blushing at the comment.

Zayn

"Maybe it’s too soon." You looked up from flicking through the latest issue of Vogue, an eyebrow raised. "You decide this now? When we are less than 10 minutes away? Like I can literally see my best friend’s parents’ house." Zayn bit his bottom lip and shrugged. You both knew it definitely wasn’t too soon as Zayn and you had been dating for half a year. Honestly, it was probably a little late. "We’ll be fine, babe. They’ll adore you just as I do. It’ll be fine." You gave his bicep a light squeeze of reassurance to emphasise what you were saying. Zayn took a deep breath and muttered something low before saying aloud, "Does your dad drink scotch?" You let out a loud laugh. "My whole family drinks scotch. We drink scotch right out of the womb." Zayn sighed in relief as he stopped the car in front of your parents’ home. You exited the car and waited for Zayn to join you on the side. He grabbed your hand tightly and you led him through the open gate to the backyard where your family was already celebrating. "Mom looks on the brink of tipsy." You muttered before aloud, "Parents!" Zayn giggled as you pulled him along to meet your parents. "Is this the famous Zayn Malik?" Your mom asked. You nodded. "Wow, your bone structure is wonderful." She complimented. Zayn looked at the ground with a quiet thanks. "How are you shy when you look that?! He is a keeper, Y/N." You giggled. "Zayn, my boy, do you drink?" "I like scotch." "Good, good. Come with me." As your dad led him away, your mother grinned. "He looks so nervous." "He did not believe me when I told him you two were the warmest people ever." You said fondly as you watched Zayn pour some scotch for him and your dad.

Liam

"Am I dressed properly?" Liam asked coming out in a full tux making you roll your eyes good-naturedly. "You look like we’re going to a five-star restaurant, not just my parents house." Liam looked down at his attire. "Should I change?" He asked already turning around. You grabbed your boyfriend’s wrist to turn him around force him toward the door. "No time, babe. We’re gonna late if you keep doing this." Liam looked ready to apologise but you sharply tugged his wrist, uninterested. "Get your arse in the car, love." Liam was out the door, followed by you. "You wanna drive?" He tossed the keys over to you. "Seriously, you’re this nervous?" Liam made a face and you smiled fondly, shaking your head. The two of you got into the car and off you were. You attempted to distract with Liam and anything you could think of. There was no reason for him to be nervous, you emphasised this as much as you could but it went over Liam’s head. "Let’s do some dinner!" You grinned but Liam looked like he might throw up. "Babe, you alright?" Liam nodded. "It’s going to be fine. They’ll wine and dine us and there will surely be a second date." "How do you know?" You shrugged and put your hand out for Liam to take which he gratefully did. At the door you knocked gently and your parents were at the door in second. "Hey, love! And, my, who is this handsome young man?" Your mother asked. "This is Liam, Liam these are my parents." "Nice to meet you, son." Your father shook Liam’s hand and your mother did the same. Liam grinned at them both. "I’m excited for the dinner. I’ve heard marvellous things about the cooking here." Your mother blushed. "I wouldn’t say marvellous." "I would." Your father grinned putting an arm around his wife. You smiled proudly at Liam and nudged him gently. He grinned proudly at you, wiping imaginary sweat off his forehead.

Harry

"I should’ve made a bigger cake. Why didn’t you tell me to make a bigger cake?! Y/N, this can’t possibly feed your entire family!" Harry exclaimed from the passenger seat of the Porsche Cayenne, green eyes widened as he took in the amount of cars littered around your parent’s house. "Babe, that cake is huge." Harry ignored you in favour of continuing on about the cake size and how your parents and family would hate him for this. "Do you happen to be nervous, Haz?" You cut off the engine in front of the house and turned your face toward your boyfriend of four months. Harry looked at you and nodded. "This is the first time I’m meeting them, like face-to-face. Not just yelling polite things into the phone whenever your on the phone with them." You laughed at the flustered look on the boy who was the most charming person in existence. "This won’t be that different. You’re still saying polite things, but now they get to match the cute baby face that goes with the raspy rock star voice." Harry ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Everyone in there is going to love you and want to adopt after about five minutes. Say no even if they promise you some fancy vintage car, because it’s quite frowned upon to marry those in your family. I won’t even be able to snog you and frankly I frown upon that." Harry laughed, a dimpled grin coming to rest on his face. You smiled delightedly, poking a dimple before getting out of the car. Harry got out to and waited for you to come by his side, cake in hand. "And everyone likes chocolate?" "Adores chocolate!" You grinned walking ahead to knock on the door hard a few times. Your sister opened the door. "Happy birthday to me!" She exclaimed taking you in as your parents came to the door along with the rest of the family. "Everyone, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry, this is the family." Harry smiled sweetly as he walked towards the door. "Here’s the cake. If it’s not big enough I’m sure I could whip another." He said to your sister, handing off the cake. "Aren’t you a sweetie! I appreciate that and I appreciate you making this, very kind of you. Now get in here you two." She was off in seconds, taking the party with her leaving you and Harry with your parents. "So this is boy complimenting my taste in flowers on the phone?" Harry nodded, a dimpled grin coming out having your mother ready to coo at the young man before her. "We’ve been waiting to meet you." Your father went for the handshake. "We’re watching footie, which team do you support?" "I’ve taken to Doncaster since my mate is on the team but generally I’m Man-U." Your father nodded in approval. "Well let’s get you a beer and go watch some footie, shall we?" Harry was positively preening at the positivity coming from your parents causing you to roll your eyes fondly. "Told you they’d love you." You muttered, hitting his bum gently as he followed after your dad.