1d preferences you hook up

1d preferences you hook up

Harry shook his head. He would always ask you to come over and watch movies with him or accompany him to events. A few days ago, a coworker of yours ran into Harry and asked him if he would set the two of you up. It was then that Harry realized he might lose you. Really man? Every time i see her I just get nervous!

1D Preferences #191: You hook up with one of the other boys after a fight... (PART 2)

You hook up with one of the other boys after a fight PART 1 Liam: It's a bit.. You roll your eyes and shrug. You give him the middle finger and storm off onto the tour bus, leaving him in the recording studio. You all right? You admire Louis' shirtlessness, he must've been getting dressed or something. You shake your head and Louis motions you to come over and he gathers you in a hug.

I don't know. I just, I like how you can have fun and be a bit crazy sometimes, I wish he could do that. You have a boyfriend. One of his best friends. But you don't want to move. This is so wrong. It feels so right. You run your thumb across his chin, the stubble tickling your hand. You lean in and kiss him, and he doesn't pull away.

His hands are tangled in your hair, your hands are running across his abs, his arms. He must've just gotten on the bus. You'd been venting to him about your parents possibly getting divorced and all he said after was "Oh. I'm sorry," before trying to seduce you and get you into the bedroom. I can't help it if your parents are getting divorced! Mine already are! I was just trying to take your mind off it with some You roll your eyes.

A mess. You slam his door behind you and run outside. Liam's outside on his scooter and he sees you sobbing. Aw, come here," he says softly. He drops the scooter and wraps you in a hug. You cry, leaving tear stains on his shirt. He rubs your back softly and you both sit down on the sidewalk and he lets you vent. But it isn't your fault. They both still love you, I know it. All you needed to hear. All you needed. A shoulder to cry on. A sweet and caring person to listen. Liam's hand lingers on your cheek as he wipes away a tear.

You look into his deep brown eyes and lean in to kiss him. The kiss is gentle, soft, but both of you move closer to each other, his hands are tangled in your hair, your hands are pulling his hoodie strings closer to you. You don't own me," you snap. You shake your head, your eyes filling with tears. You sniff and tell him the whole story. You look up at his eyes and suddenly feel something you'd never felt before. You have the sudden urge to kiss him.

To kiss him because he's here. Because he's right. Because he looks really good without a shirt on. You look at the heart tattoo'd on his waist and place your hand over it. You lean closer and give him a quick kiss. He pulls away and bites his lip, but then he pulls you closer, kissing you harder. You run your hand across his chest and pin him against the wall of the hotel hallway. What the fucking He must've stepped into the hallway.

You're not the fucking fashion police," you snap. Louis had just told you your favorite dress wasn't your color and you'd look much better in blue. You don't have the best taste, you know. Blue looks amazing with your eyes," he says, rolling his eyes. You nod and wipe a tear from your eye. You walk over to him and plop down, bursting into sobs. You and Louis have been fighting a lot over small things lately. You hated it. Harry strokes your hair softly as you vent and cry, he stays silent, but you realize that's all you need.

Silent comfort. You look up at Harry's green eyes, his perfectly done hair, his comforting expression. You silently press your lips to his. He's surprised, but doesn't pull away. He kisses you back. Your lips melt together, you both kissing on the couch. Your dress shifts, revealing your bra. Harry places his hand on the strap, pulling you closer. You're on top of him when Louis walks in.

His best friend. His girlfriend. On his own couch. You jump off of Harry quickly. Your jeans aren't the right shade of purple? How tragic," he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. Fuck you, Zayn," you leave the dressing room and slam the door behind you, "Hey? You okay? You shake your head and wipe away angry tears. He plops down next to you. You nod and he listens as you vent. Niall shrugs and puts his hand over yours. His eyes are blue. So blue. A change from Zayn's dark eyes.

You lean in to kiss Niall, his lips taste like chocolate and cookies and remind you of home. Of happiness. Niall kisses you back gently, a kiss filled with passion neither of you had thought was between you. The veins in neck look about to burst and his hands curl into fists. Posted 6 years ago with 82 notes tagged:

Read You Two Are Just Friends and The Boys Think You Hooked Up from the story One Direction Preferences by browneyedgurl34 with reads. Read # He Asks You To Stay After A One Night Stand from the story 1D You quickly hooked your bra while searching around the room for your panties You turned around to see Louis, now sitting up in bed and watching you with an.

It had finally arrived: And with being 21 came the liberty and pleasure of having drinks whenever you felt like it, out in the open, completely legal. Your wonderful boyfriend, Harry, had thrown you a surprise party, deciding to go all out and rent a club for you.

You hook up with one of the other boys after a fight PART 1 Liam:

You step out into the chilly autumn air into the sea of people on the pavement. Before you step into the street a hand pulls you back on to the curb. Your back is turned to him still; he hates it when you cry.

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Harry- Normally, Harry would be the one to make the moves. You decided to move a little closer to him on the couch, and let your hands travel up his leg to his crotch. Not now. You knew this would get him. What did I say.

1D Preferences #190: You hook up with one of the other boys after a fight... (PART 1)

You told me you loved me so why did you go away? Part 1. Harry had got home from a long and exhausting day at the studio. All he wanted to do was sleep for the next twelve hours. The only person who would ever send him a letter would be you. It almost made him cry right on the spot, to see that you had taken your time to write him a letter even after everything he put you through. I would only write one to someone I really loved or I really hated. So Harry did what he thought it was right. He grabbed the letter, sat on the couch and started reading. How formal and old do I look by sending you a handwritten letter?

It was still weird.

Your name: But if you know anything about Harry you know that he hates smoking.

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All things considered, you probably very lucky that Harry was still holding your hand and willing to meet your blood family. Explain to me why Louis hates me so much. Niall sighed. Sometimes it was okay, but sometimes it was lonely. Niall wanted to be pledge coordinator next year to work his way to president by junior year so he could be president for 2 years which he claimed would look good to grad schools. You entered your dorm to your roommate. After two movies, there was a knock on the door. Niall shoved through into the room. That was my frat stuff. I want you to be our sweetheart. Everyone in the frat likes you and having you around.

Waking up after a drunken hook up with your best friend Harry

Send in your requests of what you would like me to write next Masterlist. Part 1. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you last talked to Harry. So you just ignored him.

Louis You and Louis had been super flirty with each other lately, and yeah, you had a crush on him. One night, the two of you were sitting in the back of the tour bus, watching a movie, and ended up falling asleep next to each other. But you must have shifted in your sleep at some point, because you woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you… and your brother staring you down. He glanced at you for a second before turning back to Niall. Niall tried to keep up his tough guy glare at Louis, but you saw a smile creeping onto his face. You looked into his eyes and saw that he was being honest. I know I can trust you.

The usual time when Harry and his current girlfriend Vanessa, or the spawn of satan as you called her, had their regular old fight. You flicked through your magazine slowly as you tried to block out the sounds of Harry pleading and the screech of the cellphone as Vanessa screamed out insults and accusations. You hated seeing him trapped in a toxic relationship like this, especially when in your heart you knew that you could be the one to make him happy. It was the worst feeling in the world to fall for someone you have zero chance with, but so far you had successfully put on a brave face and kept your infatuation a complete secret. He was only speaking the truth, and you could not blame him for that. You heard Harry say goodbye and slowly walk back to your room, so you stared at the magazine, willing yourself to hold your tongue. He sighed and lay down on the bed next to you.

Standing across the room, his own drink in hand, was Louis, your ex boyfriend. He pushed a hand through his shaggy brown hair, biceps flexing against the t-shirt he wore. Absentmindedly you chewed your bottom lip, and then he looked over at you, his bright blue eyes the color of the ocean. He flashed you that toothy grin, eyes lighting up wickedly at the sight of you. He careened his way through the crowded living room. Maybe you were crazy but you swore your heart was suddenly beating faster.

Part Two and Part Three ]. You got to walk the red carpet occasionally and always attended all these fantastic after parties and release parties. You were so lucky that she did that for you and so thankful. Tonight you were at the after party for the MTV awards. Your friend had been whisked away by some other friends but you were having a good time none the less. You had met so many celebrities already tonight and were just enjoying the open bar. His long hair hung almost to his shoulders, his suit fit him perfectly, the top couple of buttons open to revel his chest, a few tattoos peaking out as well.

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