One Direction Preferences ♡

“Are you done?” He inquires of you as the two of you sit at dinner. “Am I done? Are you done being a dick?” Your voice was raised, letting everyone else in the restaurant know your displeasure. “Keep your voice down,” he says trying to quiet you. “You want me to keep my voice down?” You ask, your voice rising slightly. “Yes,” he responds forcefully. “I’ll keep my voice down when you quit taking me out to a fancy dinner only to cancel plans.” Everyone now knew your business. Louis had indeed brought you to Amaya for dinner only to break the news to you that he and some of his friends would be traveling to Rio for some obscure music festival you had never even heard of. This was of course instead of taking the trip to the Dominican you had been planning for nearly eight months now. “We can go another time,” he tells you trying to make you understand his side. “Or you can go another time. Louis I have been planning this holiday for us for so long and you know that.” Your tone had quieted slightly. “The lineup for this festival is sick though babe,” he counters. You sit in silence for only a few moments before you give up. “Then go. If it means that much to you then go. I’ll stay home waiting for ‘another time’ to come around even though it never does.” You scoot your chair back and set your napkin on the table. “Babe don’t,” he whines. “I’ll be at Liam’s,” you tell him, leaving him sitting in the restaurant by himself, while everyone around just sits and stares. “Shit!” He shouts, causing a few onlookers to flinch. He knew that if you were heading to Liam’s he had really messed up.

Callie

xx 

You had been shopping with Lou for the past three months trying your best to find a dress for the Brits. No matter how many times Lou complimented you on how stunning you looked you never felt satisfied with your appearance. “Love the show is tomorrow, you’re going to have to like something,” she told you as you turn down yet another gorgeous gown. “These just fit me wrong,” you complain, still scanning. Lou can sense your frustration. “How about you go home and rest, we’ve been doing this for hours. I’ll stop by later with a rack that I’m sure you will like.” You agree and the two of you go your separate ways. Harry isn’t home when you walk through the door which is odd since he had said he didn’t have plans for the day. You try calling him to see where he had ended up but he never answered. Deciding that a nap was the best remedy for a day of unsuccessful shopping you head up to the bedroom. The sharp ring of you telephone wakes you hours later, Lou was outside with a new selection of dresses — the last selection. You open the front door and she stands with one dress draped across her arms. “I thought you were bringing a rack?” You say unsure of why she had only brought one dress for you to try. “Just see how you like this one,” she responds coming in to the house allowing you to close the door behind her. Once back up to the bedroom she unzips the bag to reveal a stunning black dress. “It’s Pucci,” Lou begins to explain as she brings out the dress, “It has long sleeves and it comes to your knees,” she points out, knowing your dislike of your arms and thighs. She points out the lace detailing along the left sleeve. “I know this bit is mesh and you can see through it, but I just want you to try it on because the detailing on this side of the waist will have a very slim and sleek look.” You weren’t convinced that having your left side revealed would please you but you took the dress into the on suite to try it on. Once in the surely too expensive cocktail dress you stand in front of the full length mirror beside the tub in tears. “Everything alright?” You hear Lou ask after you had been in the bathroom for a while. “Fine,” you manage to choke out. You open the bathroom  door and Lou is all smiles. “And?” She questions, a slight tear falling from her eye once she notices your happiness. “I love it,” you respond. “And you know what?” She says, still all smiles. “What?” You respond. “I didn’t even pick that out.” “Who did?” You inquire confused. “I did,” a voice says coming through the bedroom door. Harry stands in the doorway in amazement at the sight of you. “What do you mean you picked this out?” You ask. “Lou told me about the trouble you were having finding  something you felt confident in, so we got together once you came back here and did some looking. I found a lot that met your criteria but they didn’t really look like you. Then I found that one and I knew it was perfect.” His words touched you. You felt amazing in this dress and it was all because of him. “Not to mention you look incredibly sexy in it,” he says walking over to you, taking your head and spinning you around to get a better look. You blush and wrap your arms around him. “Thank you,” you whisper into his chest.

Callie

xx

“Are you going to be alright?” Your friend asks as you hurry her out of the house. “I’ll be fine, I have crutches, I can get around.” You had been trying to carry too much as usual this morning and had taken and unfortunate stumble down the stairs resulting in a broken right leg. “When does Louis come back?” She asks opening the door. “Well he’s in America right now, so three months.” “Babe,” she whines from the door. “I’ll be fine, everything I need is down here anyways.” “Well call me if you need ANYTHING,” she emphasizes. “I will,” you promise, lying down on the couch to spend your afternoon sleeping. “Lock the door,” you say before she leaves, curling into your throw, making sure to keep your leg balanced on the cushion.  You awaken to a dark house and rustling at the door. Your phone shines ‘2:19 am’ which makes you even more confused as to why someone was clearly outside. The sound of a key in the door relaxes you. Your friend must have forgotten something or wanted to check up on you. As the door opens and the lamp by the door is turned on your expected friend is not there. “Louis?” You question confused, sitting up on the couch, dragging your bright pink cast with you. He sits his keys down on the table and walks over to you. “What are you doing here?” You inquire. “Well look at you,” he begins, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “You could have called me or something,” he acknowledges. “Well I knew that if I called you you would, well, do this.” He shakes his head and gets up from the couch to get something to drink from the kitchen. “You can’t stay,” you yell at him from the couch. “Well I am,” he responds. “UM NO! I have to be in this thing for four months, that’s your entire US tour and then some.” Your words don’t faze him. “Babe,” he begins, returning to your side, “your leg is broken. I’m not leaving you here in the house by yourself.” “I’m not by myself,” you say. He looks around the empty house and then back to you. “Like I said, I’m not leaving you alone.” “I won’t be alone, I have friends on call if I need them.” “And just think now you won’t have to call them and wait for them to get here,” he counters. “How did you even find out?” You inquire, remembering you had made everyone you knew promise to keep the news from him. “Who do you think told me?” He inquires, knowing you knew the answer. “Mom. I’m going to kill her.” “Well she knew you were going to have to have someone take care of you and well since she lives on another continent she can’t really do that can she?” You roll your eyes at his explanations. “You can’t miss an entire leg of a tour,” you whine. “I’m not going to miss it all,” he reveals. “If you’re stuck here with me for the next four months you sure will.” “You know that’s exactly what Paul said,” he begins, “so then I suggested I just bring you with us.” “Louis don’t be ridiculous,” you snap. “I’m not, you need someone to take care of you and I have to be in America for the next few months. Just think of it as an extended holiday.” You shake your head in displeasure. “Right, I’ll go pack your things.” “You aren’t leaving me down here while you pack a four month wardrobe for me,” you scold, standing up and quickly grabbing your crutches. “Alright well I’ll go ahead and go upstairs and by the time you make it up to the bedroom I’m sure I’ll have everything packed.” You scoff and follow him up the stairs, significantly slower of course.

Callie

xx 

He had been sat in the pit box for almost 500 miles. From the very beginning of the race his nerves had never left him. “Last lap,” your crew chief tells him. “And she’s in the lead?” Louis questions. A bright smile stretches over your crew chief’s face. Last lap meant winning for him, but it meant you getting off of the track for Louis. As you flash by once more the box and stall erupted in celebration. “Dude she won!” He said grabbing Louis by the shoulders and bringing him in for a celebratory hug. Louis looks down pit road as you make your way to your stall to collect the team for an unconventional ride to victory lane. “What are they doing?” Louis asks the chief. “Hitching a ride,” he answers. “You better get down there or you won’t get a spot,” he continues as he gathers all of his things from the stand. “Where are they going?” Louis questions once more. “I can see why she doesn’t bring you to a lot of these,” he counters, “you ask way too many questions. Just get down there son.” “I’m actually just really busy with my job,” Louis corrects him, walking down the narrow stairs to pit road. You see him climb onto your car as instructed by your pit crew and slowly head to victory lane. Once your car is precisely positioned where the photographers want it everyone jumps off to take their places for the pictures. Louis stands off to the side, still unsure of how things like this worked. Once the crew helps you out of the car you immediately step into the flower bouquet as one of your crew places a sponsorship hat on your head. Your arms raise and everyone in victory lane and in the stands cheers. You plant your feet firmly on the flat part of the front of your car as the grand marshal hands you the glass bottle of milk. You practically pour the whole bottle down your firesuit but stop once you spot Louis. You point directly at him and your crew helps him up onto the car. You hand off the flowers to your chief after handing Louis the bottle of milk. “Take a drink,” you tell him with a wide smile. He looks at you as if you were crazy. “Drink it!” He holds the bottle of up to his lips only taking a slight sip. “We won!!” You shout once he had handed the glass off to your crew chief. “I’m just glad it’s over, I was a wreck up there,” he responds. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he brings his around your waist. “I’m so happy you are here with me,” you tell him. Once back face to face he looks around at all of the commotion your win had brought. “I’m so proud of you,” he remarks. “You are?” You question, not having heard him say that about your racing before. “Yeah, what you did today was amazing, what you do every day out here is amazing.” You can’t help but shed a tear at his explanation and pull him in tightly as the crowd around you coos with happiness. 

Callie 

xx

(I’m more of a NASCAR fan so I may have mixed the two in places)

He was getting annoyed and you could tell. Media day when Harry didn’t feel well was horrendous and you hated to even have to witness it. He hadn’t felt good since the two of you had woken in the Miami hotel room only a few hours ago and it was only getting worse. The boys were scattered around a ballroom on the first floor of the hotel, each amid their individual interviews. Harry’s interviewer was in her mid to early thirties and continued to ask him questions about things he just wasn’t interested in. “Who has better fans the UK or the US?” You shutter as you hear her question. “Is she trying to start a shit storm?” You whisper to Preston from behind the recording camera. “They’re equally the same,” Harry answers, less emotion in his tone with every word. Her stockpile of ridiculously irrelevant questions were cringe worthy. “Do you ever think about going solo?” Your eyes widen at her next incredibly stupid question. “OKAY!!! That’s enough,” you interrupt, coming in between them. You pull Harry from his seat and push him off camera, taking his seat once he is beside Preston. The confused expression on the interviewer’s face irked you even more. “Well continue,” you say, annoyance in your voice. Her silence only causing you to shake your head. “Continue asking your questions sweetheart.” She looks down at her list of questions. “I can answer them babe, trust me,” you tell her as she looks over the bogus list. “What do you think about the fans that still believe in Larry?” “That’s your next question?” You inquire, your voice getting louder. She nods and you roll your eyes. “Of course it is. I should have known.” By this point the other boys had noticed your substitution and had joined Harry behind the camera one by one once they had finished with their questioning. “Liam, what do I think of the fans that still believe in Larry?” You ask him with a smile. “How is that even a relevant question?” He inquires. “THANK YOU LIAM PAYNE!” You shout, your arms flying upward. “We’re done here dear,” you tell the overwhelmed interviewer. “Advice for next time, come up with better questions. Like significantly better questions. And if you can’t do that then just quit because your career is a joke.” You sit the microphone down in the chair and walk behind the camera to join Harry and the boys. “Why did you do that?” Harry questions as the lot of you leave the ballroom and disperse throughout the hotel. “I was just doing what you were getting ready to do. And by me doing it it means that you can’t get any heat from it.” He looks at you in quite a bit of shock. “What? You can’t tell me you weren’t about to go off on that woman, I mean Larry was next.” “Yeah you’re right,” he responds after thinking about the legitimacy of your statement. “Exactly,” you say, smiling up at him as you take the room key out of your back pocket. “I love you,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist as you walk into the room. 

Callie 

xx

“You heading out?” Harry asks from the couch. “For a bit, yeah. You want me to bring you something back for dinner?” “Yeah, get whatever you want to eat.” “Well Liam and I are going to hit up Waggamama’s later, but I will bring you some Nando’s or something.” He was not impressed by your explanation. “You’re going out with Liam?” He questions, this time sitting up. You nod and slip on the shoes that were waiting for you by the door. “Isn’t this like the third time this week?” “Maybe? I haven’t been counting.” You can sense his jealousy. “What are you guys going to do?” You couldn’t believe he was full of so many questions. He never inquires this much of you when you go out. “Well seeing as he just moved into that new house we are going to do some furniture shopping.” Harry was silent at your legitimate explanation. “Well have a good time,” he says softly, lying back down on the couch. You roll your eyes at his actions. “Are you really going to act like this?” You ask annoyed. “Act like that?” “Don’t play dumb with me.” He sighs and sits up. “How else do you expect me to act? I’ve been off for a week and you’ve spent more of those days with Liam than you have with me.” “You don’t ever plan anything for us to do,” you counter, making his whining pointless. “Whatever.” He lies back down with yet another loud sigh. You scoff and open up the door to leave. “I’ll be back later.” His silence in return only put you off. You shake your head and walk to your car ready to focus on furniture and not your jealous boyfriend.

Callie

xx 

The club was more crowded than usual but of course that didn’t stop you and Harry from taking your seats at the bar. “The usual?” The bartender asks in his passing. You nod and smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people in here before,” you acknowledge, turning over your shoulder to see the mass of people around you. Harry nods but continues to focus on the phone he had been zoned in on since the two of you had walked in. “Hey bartender!” A guy standing on the opposite side of Harry shouted. The tender was clearly busy but the guy still persisted. “Dude! Come on!” Harry shutters his eyes at the sound of the guy’s loud voice, his annoyance showing over his entire face. “He’s busy man,” Harry says in a mellow tone, still concentrating on his phone. “He’s only busy because you’re fucking here,” the guy taunts. “And how do you factor that?” Harry inquires, setting his phone down to turn and face him. You listen intently to the conversation that follows just in case things went south. “All of these fucking people are here because you’re here asshole.” He was clearly already drunk and didn’t even need any assistance from the bartender. “Right.” Harry was not amused, turning back to face the bar, not wanting the conversation to go further. “Bartender!!” The guy shouts louder, directly into Harry’s ear. “DUDE!” Harry turns and shouts back. As soon as his one word left his lips he was having to dodge the guy’s forceful swing. But even though his brain told him to dodge the large fist, yours did not. You fall to the floor, the left side of your face in excruciating pain. Harry’s eyes move from the guy, to you, and quickly returns back to him. You can’t remember how you ended up in the back of the ambulance, but once your eyes fluttered open you saw the EMT and Harry directly above you. Harry’s face was bloody and bruised. You assumed the fight he clearly had with the taunting guy was intense, yet you were the one heading to the hospital. 

Callie

xx