One Direction Preferences

It Isn't What It Looks Like

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Harry: It was girl talk. Lou had flown back to see Tom and Lux for the short break in the tour, while you sat in the hotel suite talking to her from across the ocean. Harry was in the shower; the perfect time to talk. “Did you hear about that radio host coming onto Zayn the day before break?” She asks you and you laugh. “Oh my God, no! What happened?” You can’t help but let out a few more laughs as Lou tells you the story of how the woman tried to hit on the obviously taken Zayn. “Some people, I swear.” “Yeah, she asked about the boy’s sex lives too,” Lou continues. “What!?” Harry hadn’t mentioned any of this. You had been out exploring the town while he and the boys were in this interview, yet he had come out of it to meet you for lunch with only an “it went well” to say. “Yeah.” “Hope he didn’t say anything about the elevator,” you blurt out before being able to catch yourself. “The elevator? What?!” Lou responds with, curiosity consuming her tone. “Well you know, things may have gotten a little crazy after the club the other night. Not like things weren’t crazy there,” you tease. “(Y/N), you minx!” Lou playfully cheers from the other end. “Thank you Lou, thank you.” “Soooo,” she entices. “So, what?” You respond, knowing fully what she wanted. “Oh come on, give me details!” “No Lou!” “Oh please, you know you’re going to end up telling me.” She was right, you never really kept anything from her, no matter what the subject. Harry would kill you if he ever found out that you were sharing your sex stories with his hairdresser. “All I will say is that things got a little steamy in the lounge last night which carried over to the elevator.” “You know there’s cameras in the lift,” she acknowledges. “And let me tell you Lou they got a show,” you counter with a wide smile. You were fully aware that the hotel staff could see what you were doing to him on your ride up to the suite. Harry walks in, sitting down on armchair across from you, an intense stare on his face. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you back later. Enjoy London for me,” you tell her before hanging up. “Can I ask you something?” Harry questions once you set your phone down. “Sure,” you respond, not sure of why he had come out of the shower so hostile. “Why were you telling Louis about last night?” Your eyes grow wide. What? What was he talking about? Louis? Louis Tomlinson? You weren’t talking to Louis. You were on the phone with Lou. Oh. Shit. “No!” You begin, still in shock at his accusation. “No, babe. I wasn’t talking to Louis. I was talking to Lou,” you explain, unlocking your phone to show him your call log. “You kept saying Lou, and then you said to enjoy London,” Harry says as he takes your phone to see the log. “Lou also went home.” “Okay well, then why were you telling Lou about last night.” You’d just been caught.

Liam: “After you,” Zayn says, holding the elevator door open for you before he steps in himself. “Thanks for coming to lunch with me,” you tell him appreciatively. Liam hadn’t wanted to go out just yet, he was still tired from the show last night and wanted to stow away in the room before the lot of you went back out in a few hours. “Yeah, of course,” he responds, pressing the floor number for the both of you. “I can’t believe that girl ran off with your snapback,” you reminisce. Lunch out had been crazy. “I know, and it was one of my favorites,” he responds, shaking his head. You were used to getting attention out with Liam, but not the kind of attention Zayn brought. Lord, what would happen if you had gone out with Harry? You lean against the rail of the elevator, staring at your reflection in the wall from across the small space. You turn your attention to Zayn, his reflection that is. He was on his phone, probably texting Perrie since he was finally connected back to the Wi-Fi. “Zayn,” you begin, focusing on his reflection even more. “Yeah?” He asks, looking up from his screen to notice you staring at him via the mirrored wall. “Has your fly been down all this time?” A wide smile spreads across your face as looks at himself and then down. You burst out laughing. How could he have not noticed? You laugh even louder when you realize he had taken all of those pictures with the fans in this state as well. “Shut up,” he counters, slightly embarrassed. As the elevator doors open you take a drink from the cup you had brought back with you, your lemonade squirting from the straw and all over your chin. Zayn laughs at your misfortune as the two of you step into the corridor, he zipping his pants up and you wiping your chin. Your feet stop almost immediately and Zayn crashes into you, pushing your feet further. “Hey babe!” You say, startled, as Liam stands before the two of you. “What the hell is going on?” He questions, his voice slightly angered. “What?” You counter, running your fingers over your mouth to make sure you had gotten all of the lemonade off while looking back at Zayn as he adjusts his pants before returning upright.  Oh God. Your eyes grow wide. You and Zayn had just stepped off of the elevator with him fixing his pants and you cleaning off your mouth. Shit. This looks terrible. “OH GOD.” Your voice was faint. “Liam,” you continue, trying to sound less shocked. “Liam, this is absolutely not what it looks like, you know better.” He had to know better. You know he did. There was no way you were doing anything in that elevator with Zayn. Zayn had Perrie, and you had him. “It sure as hell looks like you were sucking him off,” Liam retorts, not dropping his tone. “Mate,” Zayn begins, stepping around you to face his friend fully. “Come on, really? You know I wouldn’t mess with your girl.” Liam’s eyes bounce between yours and Zayns. “Mate!” Zayn repeats almost offended, when he notices Liam’s skepticism. Liam’s eyes focus on yours. “Liam, are you serious?” This was getting annoying now. How could he not believe you? “Are you serious? Walking out of the lift like that? With him?” “Liam nothing happened!” You counter. He rolls his eyes, pushing past the two of you as he got on the elevator. A cheeky smile formed on his face as the doors close behind him, a smile you didn’t see. He knew nothing had happened between the two of you but you had left him in the room for longer than you promised. This was his payback.