One Directon Preferences

You're A Celebrity And You Meet Him At Starbucks

Louis: "Well, isn't ironic how I'm meeting a star at STARbucks?" Louis says suddenly, leaning on the counter. You hadn't even noticed he was there. You laugh and slide your sunglasses off the bridge of your nose and onto your hair like a headband. "Not ironic, you basically live here, don't you?" you reply easily, taking your drink from the barista and tossing a few bills in the tip jar. "What else do you know about me?" Louis asks, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know that I'm your celebrity crush," you wink and he pauses to order his drink before turning back to you. "I also know that I'm yours," he grins, paying for his drink and taking the steaming cup. "Since we're both stars at Starbucks we should probably sit together, you know," he teases, walking towards a cozy table for two. "Yes, of course, can't mess with that logic," you reply, sitting across from him and sliding off your coat. 

Harry: Your phone buzzes, indicating a new message. You blush when you notice it's a twitter notification telling you that Harry Styles just tweeted. Although you were famous yourself, you had a few celebrities' tweets sent to your phone (ie: all the boys of One Direction). You gasp and look around quickly when you notice his tweet had mentioned you. "In Starbucks and @yourtwittername is sitting right across the shop...Should I say hello? xx" You see the back of his familiar olive green beanie a few tables away and smile. You quickly set your drink aside and tweet back. "@Harry_Styles please do, it's lonely drinking coffee by myself! ;)" Moments later you hear his laughter ringing out in the shop and you see him walking towards you. "I'm guessing you saw my tweet?" he offers, his green eyes sparkling as he sits across from you. "I'm guessing you saw mine?" you reply, your eyes meeting his. 

Liam: "Whoa! You going to drink all that yourself? That's a lot of caffeine," you exclaim, watching One Direction's Liam Payne try to juggle five cups of coffee in his hand. He looks up, surprised and his face widens into a smile. "Ha! It's not all mine, I volunteered to go on the Starbucks run for the boys and I," he bites his lip in concentration, trying to fit two cups in each hand. "Here, I'll help," you offer, tossing the remains of your own drink in the trash and taking two cups from his hands. "Thank you, but you don't have to...I've got to walk about a block back to the hotel we're staying at, plus you're (Y/N)...," he blushes and gathers three cups into his hands, giving you a small smile. "And you're Liam Payne," you shrug, pushing the door open and ushering him outside. "I'll walk with you, keep you company. I haven't got sound check for another two hours. Plus, I've always wanted to meet you." He falls into step beside you, offering a smile. "Funny, I've always wanted to meet you, too." 

Zayn: "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Smile! Sign this!" The voices of fans fill your ears and you offer a small wave. Why had you decided to come to Starbucks without any security? You get your hot chocolate from the barista and pause to take a few photos and sign a few things. Soon, a bigger crowd of fans crowd into the coffee shop and you start to panic. "(Y/N)! "Smile!" "(Y/N)! You have a nice ass!" "(Y/N)!" "Marry me!" You bite your lip and all of a sudden, someone jumps in front of you. "Guys, I know you all mean well but calm down," Zayn Malik himself gets the crowd to calm down, a bunch of them letting out gasps and squeals at the sight of the Bradford boy himself. "You all right?" Zayn turns around and gives you a smile, making you blush. "I'm fine...I shouldn't have been out without my security," you admit, taking a sip of your drink. "Thank you, by the way. I'm (Y/N)." Zayn laughs and shakes his head, watching as the crowd dies down and admires you both from afar. "I know who you are, I'm a bit of a fan myself. I'm Zayn," he holds out his hand and you take it, his smooth skin against yours. "I know who you are, I'm a bit of a fan myself," you parrot, giving him a playful wink. 

Niall: "Not again," a blonde boy with a thick Irish accent shakes his head and smiles, sliding a straw into his cup. "Not what again?" you ask, dumping a sugar packet into your own drink and looking to your right where he's standing. He looks up and his cheeks flush, as if he'd not realized he had been thinking outloud. "Oh, they spelled my name wrong again," he says shyly, holding up his cup where "Nile" is written in black sharpie. "You're...(Y/N)! Wow! Even more stunning in person." You smile and nod your head. "Why, thank you. I am (Y/N) and you're Niall Horan...even more handsome in person," you give him a small wink and click the lid back on your drink. "It must be annoying with everyone spelling your name wrong all the time," you offer, watching him stir his drink. "It's pretty funny," he smiles, taking a sip of his frappe and giving you a prize-winning smile. "Hey, do you want to...hang out sometime? I'm a huge fan of your music and stuff and I'd love to play guitar for you or something..." he runs his fingers through his hair and his blue eyes meet yours. "I'd love that," you admit, grabbing a napkin and scrawling your number on it, placing it in his palm. "Call me."