One Direction Preferences

#5 - Parents don't approve

Y/S/N = Your sisters name

 

Zayn: You sat across from your parents eating silently as they continued to pressure Zayn with all these questions. You felt Zayn’s hand slip into yours under the table as he look slightly frightened under your dad’s stare. You knew you dad would intimidate Zayn. He was a relatively big bloke compared to Zayn. But even worse is Zayn’s been really nervous and worried about your parents approval. Judging by the look on your dad’s unimpressed expression, he wasn’t going so well. And, to add on top of it, you dad had an extremely bad temper. “So Zayn,” he interrupts Zayn’s story and sets his fork down roughly against the table, “I hear you smoke”. Zayn swallows deeply and glances at you. In act, you’d promised each other to stop smoking a while back but it ended in tears and eventually, you both ended up smoking again. “Erm, well, yes…I do smoke” Zayn nods and squeezes your hand so hard it might’ve broken. You watch as your mum and dad exchange a look before continuing. “And you have tattoo’s?” You mum eyes off the newest of his tattoo’s by his shoulder blade, the one with a date on it. The date he met you. “Well, yes, I do have tattoo’s aswell, and this one here is the date of when I met Y/N. Funny story, the two of us had gone out for a smoke—”. You try to somehow signal Zayn to stop talking about it as your dad’s face grows slightly red with anger. “He’s got you smoking now, too?!” You dad snaps, shooting you a glare that could kill. “No, dad, it wasn’t Zayn’s fault I was smoking way before I met him, okay?—” “No, not okay! You—” He points to Zayn, who immediately backed up. “You, boy, need to leave!”. “Dad, stop!” You stand up, dragging Zayn with you and clutching his hand, “Your over-reacting about this! You need to calm down, okay?!”. “No! This boy is a terrible influence on you and you…you can’t see him anymore!” You dad says finally and your mum just sits there, looking at the table, ashamed. “Look, sir, I just think we’re all over-reacting here” Zayn pleads and tugs you closer to him. “I think it’d be best if you just let us talk to our daughter for a minute” You mum finally speaks up. Zayn lets go of your hand and backs up toward the door. He sends you a look before he shuts the door behind him.

Harry: You pretend to be interested in the story your parents were telling you and Harry as you sat at the table, scoffing down your lunch quickly so you and Harry could go off to Louis’s party. Harry nods, looking like he was actually paying attention to your dad when his hand slips onto your knee and traces small circles into it. You feel shivers run up your spine at his touch and you cough into your water as you try to sip from it. You mum looks at you strange but shakes it off. Soon, Harry’s hand is running slowly up your inner thigh where he rests it for a while. You move your leg and shake off his hand and catch it in yours. He smirks at you and your older sister changes the subject. “So, Harry? I hear you’ve had your fair share of women?” she smirks. She’s always been the jealous type, but bringing this up in front of your parents was pushing it too far. Everyone understood Harry was a ladies man, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t love you and he wasn’t monogamous to you. You dad raises his eyebrows at Harry and Harry quickly retreats. “Well, yes I was, but then I met Y/N here” Harry slings his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your temple. Your mum’s expression softens and she ‘aww’s quite loudly. Up until your sister isn’t satisfied with her work and tries again. “And wasn’t your last girlfriend a 32 year old?” She tried again, eyeing off your dad’s expression. You’ve been hurt before. No doubt about that. In high school you had boyfriends who hurt you bad and broke your heart and the only guy who was around then was your dad. He hated seeing you break down and cry because of some guy. So knowing all this new information about Harry, a guy that could possibly, but never will, hurt you, you dad would definitely get angry. “A 32 year old?” He repeated through his teeth. Harry furrows his brow and looks to you for help. “Well yeah but that was ages ago!” You laugh awkwardly. “But didn’t he cheat on his old girlfriend last time?—” “Hey! Can you stop?!” You snap at your sister, who instantly stops talking and rolls her eyes at you. “Uh…” Your mum and dad exchanged looks and Harry decides to bail. Wise move. “Erm, I think i’ll rush to the loo” He apologizes and pushes his chair back, quickly rushing off down the hall to the bathroom. “Seriously Y/S/N! What the hell!” You practically shout at your sister as soon as you hear the toilet door close. “Excuse me, Y/N, I don’t think you should be doing all the yelling!” Your mum interrupts, “look, Harry’s a lovely boy, but your father and I can’t help but wonder if he’s going to hurt you. I mean, he claims he won’t and all but so did all your other boyfriends!”. “But Harry isn’t like all my other boyfriends! Harry is different mum, I love him” You plead softly, checking to see if the toilet door was still shut. “We just don’t want to see you hurt again. And something about that boy…I don’t know if it’s the fame or all the women but I don’t think you should see him” Your mum continues, not even bothering to lower her voice for the damn neighbors sake! “He’s just not right for you. And you deserve the best, Y/N” Your dad speaks up finally. But his voice is soft and concerning, just like he used to say it every time you cried into his arms over a guy. You sat there, frozen and completely shocked at how your parents were behaving. “Erm,” You hear Harry mumble from behind you. You turn around to see him wavering by the hallway door, looking at the floor sadly. “I’m sorry to interrupt but I just overheard that and I…I promise I will never hurt Y/N like those idiots did. I love Y/N so much and I will never ever hurt her” Harry pleads and takes your hands in his, glancing over at your parents. You dad, unimpressed, shakes his head. “I think you should go. I’ve heard that so many times but she’s always ended up crying. So no…you wont have my blessing and I think you should leave”