Imagines (Justin & 1D ot5) OPEN

Preference~First I Love You (Justin, 2/5)

Justin

You were in the backseat in the tinted out van, listening to one of Justin's impromptu listening sessions. He danced cutely, and there were fans giggling and filming, paparazzi flashing their cameras.

You continued to listen, getting on Twitter and chatting with Za, who was sat next to you, so you both could avoid the harsh judgemental nature of some Beliebers.

You could hear the girls chanting, "Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!"

You rolled your eyes. You had hope the twerkfest had died down in major media.

You laughed as Justin tried to frantically explain that he could not twerk before turning around and moving his bottom in a weird fashion.

"God, I love you," you said while laughing.

"Love you, too," he said, taking the moment to wink at you quickly.

Liam

You threw the magazine on the floor. It was another One Direction edition of a magazine, and you'd bought one, supporting the band.

You didn't expect the articles on you and Liam' relationship. One mentioned all the "stress" the band and touring puts on the relationship while the other spoke about the Niam conspiracy and you being a beard.

You tried not to get upset, but it was your boyfriend. Sure, you two had been together for only four months, which was barely anything when he was always away, but you couldn't help but to feel strongly about the beautifully eyed boy.

Do I love him? You asked yourself. No, not this soon, right? Do I love him?

"God, I think I love you, Liam."

Zayn

You walked out of the tour bus, completely ignoring the fans, who you thought would've gone to the arena by now. You went up to the hotel and settled into the room you shared with Zayn and Niall.

You grabbed something to drink from the minibar and flipped through the basic cable with the exception of the Viacom channels... Nothing.

Someone rang your phone. You recognized one of the security guard's voices, but you couldn't place his name. He gave you instructions to get to the arena, and you thanked him.

Soon (not really because you did have to drive through the fans), you were in the dressing room, watching the boys do crazy things, getting pumped up for the concert.

A pillow fight erupted, more like a couch cushion and pillow fight, and cushions hurt. Zayn used you as a shield.

"I love you," he said, loudly over the yells of your pain and the boys enjoyment.

"You better," you shot back, "because I love you too."

cute lol. anyway early update: 2+ votes bc short (Saturday)