#1dprefernce

The girl in the cubicle next to yours squealed in delight as the next bouquet of orange carnations made their way to her desk, via the very tired mailman. “Oh, isn’t Mark adorable?!” she asked to no one in particular. Her surface was already cluttered with a singing card, three big heart balloons tethered down by her stapler, and a dozen white roses. “[y/n], look!” she pulled eagerly at the balloons.

“Very nice, Maureen.” you smile politely, trying to keep the sarcastic tone back. Turning back to your screen, you started a draft for tomorrow’s front page spread. Maureen was humming happily to herself, breathing in deeply to smell the flowery scent which you always found nauseating. “[y/n]?” she asked suddenly. “Do you think there’ll be more? Oh I never knew he was such a romantic, maybe it was that hint I dropped or do you think-” She was cut off mid speech by the sight of Louis strolling down the corridor, whistling as he flicked through some papers. “Louis! Come here!” she called loudly. Praying that this meant she was done talking to your, you turned back to work. The brunette wandered over, taking in the mess of pink and greenery.

“Did cupid throw up in here?”

“It’s my boyfriend! He sent all this, isn’t he such a smart man, Lou?” Maureen was on the brink of wetting herself with excitement. Louis didn’t seem as swooned by this stranger’s display of affection. His thin lips wound into a cynical grimace.

“Smart?” he scoffed. “Smart is not spending all his money on this garbage! All I do is make her a decent dinner and plug in a cheesy movie, and she’s all mine.” he said this with a triumphant tap of his pen.

Maureen however, gasped in horror. Even though your eyes were on the screen you couldn’t help but bite back from laughing at Louis’ sarcastic mocking and Maureen’s appalled reaction.

“Well maybe if you actually spent some money on a girl you wouldn’t be eating by yourself on break everyday!” she retorted fiercely.

Louis chuckled. “Maybe.” An abrupt bang startled you. One of the balloons lay deflated on the desk, right underneath Maureen’s quivering chin.

“You horrid man!” she cried. She looked so bewildered your resolve faded and giggles spilled out into the tense atmosphere. Louis seemed glad for the interruption, revealing his straight white teeth in a wide grin.

“And speaking of being alone,” he flicked his brown hair off his brow. “What do you say to dinner tonight, beautiful?”

“Louis, I’ve worked with you for how long and now you’re asking me?” your tone was playful but your heart lept wildly as he leaned in over the cubicle wall.

“Rather late than never, right love?” his steel grey eyes held a light of admiration. He noticed a slight hesitation. “I’ve seen you around here. And I think its about time some man take notice of your incredible beauty and wit. So what do you say?”

“Uhm..yes?” you were almost whispering.

“Good. I’ll come get you when you’re off.” and with a wicked glance at Maureen, Louis kissed you on your cheek, chills erupting down your spine.

He roused slightly from behind you, sighing slowly as he returned from his side of the bed to cradle you to his chest. His lips traced a trail of feathery kisses from your jaw to the nape of your neck. Morning sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in a warm orange glow. “Good morning, my baby.” he crooned huskily into your ear as you stirred.

You turned in his embrace, coming face to face with his sleepy emerald eyes and scarlet lips. Harry unconsciously ran his tongue around his lower lip, drinking in the sight of your fresh awaken. Loose hair spilled from your pillow, the light catching and illuminating the strands. With a wistful groan, he leaned in to press his  mouth against yours in a slow, gentle manner.

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked between kisses. Harry rose into a sitting position. His brows furrowed, lips parted.

“Haven’t got a clue.” he uttered, before breaking into a wide grin. “I can’t lie to you.” he shook his head as he reached under the bed to retrieve an envelope. His eyes studied your face intently as you ran a finger under the seal. Red heart confetti sprinkled out merrily along with the card.

“Dear Ms. [y/l/n],” you read with a smile. “You are cordially invited on a day spent with yours truly. Activities include: Brunch at your favorite diner (even though I prefer captain crunch), a stroll down to your favorite boutique (my treat), cab ride to the salon (that is when I leave you, although with much difficulty) and finally, an evening rendezvous at any restaurant of your choice.” Harry’s name was signed with a flourish at the end accompanied with a clumsy sketch of you and him in stick figure form, holding hands.

“Babe, its wonderful, but this..?” you pointed to the drawing. Harry rubbed his brow, smiling sheepishly.

“Never mind that, let’s get started on our special day.” He began to rise from the bed when you glanced at the clock.

“It’s not time for brunch yet.” you murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Harry turned, “What do you suggest?”  Growling lowly, you cuddled him from behind, letting your lips caress his ear with every syllable.

Spending Time With Dad... by tasha-1998 ❤ liked on Polyvore

Liam: "Miss. ____, Greg is here." You look up from your desk, nodding at your assistant. Your boyfriend of about three months comes in, smiling. "Happy Birthday!" He says, holding a box. You smile softly, getting out of your chair and hugging him. You are beyond successful at this point in your job, and your boyfriend is as well, but you don't like when he tries to spoil you. He gestures at the gift and you open it to find a full diamond jewelry set. You smile, thanking him and setting it on your desk, stating you have to get back to work. He leaves and you plop down, your hand subconciously going to your neck, still hoping to find the little plastic necklace with Buzz Lightyear on it that Liam gave you on your third date. Of course, your neck is bare, and you glance at the gift, knowing no amount of diamonds would replace him. You know that you still love Liam, but you can't tell him that, you broke up because you thought you wanted to focus on your job, but all you really need is him. You hear familiar footfalls, and look up. "Li?" You ask, wondering how he got past your assistants desk. "You don't have to say anything, but it's your birthday and I got you something; you wanted it for a while when we were dating and I thought you should have it, even though were not together anymore and yeah, I still love you, but I've got to go." He says very quickly, and dashes out before you can respond. You open up the box to find a painting you wanted at some craft show that the two of you went to almost a year ago. You shove the gift from Greg off the table, almost dramatically and toss off your heels, running after Liam, who always knew he was enough for you.

Louis: Your best friend sets a cup of tea down in front you and you thank her. "No problem." She replies, flipping through the channels. You take a quick sip and almost drop the cup out of your hands. Your friend sees your reaction. "Shit, sorry, that was supposed to be mine." She says quickly, taking if from your hands. It's Yorkshire tea, one of the many things that remind you of Louis. He used to drink it so much, that's exactly how he used to taste when you two kissed. "It's fine, I have to accept the fact that he's gone at some point." You say quietly, playing with your hands. "He's not though, let me show you something." She says, jogging to her purse, bringing back her phone. "Look what Harry texted me." She says, opening up the messages. Your best friend and Harry got close once you and Louis were dating, and you were unaware they still talked after the break up about 2 months ago. 'Lou is listening to that mix-tape he made her' You read, and shake it off, that was mix tape of his favorite songs, or course he likes it. 'Offically losing his mind...just found her old shirt and almost burst into tears. Bring her over here or something.' You read and glance down at your own striped shirt, one of his that he left. "___ that message is from 3 hours ago." She says quietly and you shake your head. "We broke up because he was getting in trouble with management for being with me too much. I'm not ruining his career, it means to much to him." You say, crossing your arms, set in your ways. "Yeah, but you mean more." You hear the familiar Doncaster accent and almost think you're dreaming. You know you're not when he sits next to you as your best friend leaves and touches your shirt lightly. "Let's not be stupid anymore, we both know we miss each other. And i'm, not letting you get away this time, I don't want to be old and look at my wife who I don't really love and wish I saw your face instead." You tear up at that, and nod, falling into him, angry at yourself that you wasted two months away from him.

Zayn: "Why do you always shut that song off?" Your boyfriend asks as you turn into your apartment. "No reason." You lie. You shut it off because you've heard gossip coverage about how One Directions newest single was inspired by Zayn's latest break up, which would be you. You didn't want to hear it, about how much he didn't miss you, how he was over your year long relationship, and how easy it would be for him to move on. You've never actually heard the song, but you're assuming that was the gist of it. You park your car and head on up stairs, your boyfriend trailing behind you. You open your door and are shocked to see Zayn sitting on your couch, lounging, like he has done so many times before. "Babe, you really should change your locks." He says, holding up his key. You drop your purse and your boyfriend touches your shoulder. "I wish I could fight for you, but I'm not blind, you belong to him." You glance at him as he simply walks out without another word. "Have you heard the song?" Zayn asks, casually as if you two just saw each other yesterday, and not 9 months ago. You shake your head. "Figured." He says quietly. "Sorry I don't want to hear about you moving on." You state, somewhat cold. "Moving on?" He asks, surprised and he makes a 'pfft' noise. "I'm basically begging you to come back to me, ___." He says, dropping his arms to his sides. "And you had to do it through a song, rather than calling me?!" You ask, confused. "I thought it was romantic?" He says, looking at you through his deep brown eyes. You try to be angry with him, but it's only a matter of seconds before your anger melts away, crossing the room into his arms.

Niall: "I'm going to grab another beer." Your boyfriend Brad says, walking towards the bar as you sit at a table. You nod, bored. You liked Brad a lot, but something there was just missing. You knew exactly what it was, but you hated comparing everyone you dated to your ex, Niall. It didn't seem fair. He was your first love, and you know you'll always feel something for him, but the distance was too much to bear, and you two ended it almost a year ago now, and you haven't seen him since. You shake your head a bit, now focusing on the man talking into the microphone on the small stage in the bar. "Not sure how we managed to score a popstar here in this tiny bar, but give a hand for Mr. Niall Horan." You stomach sinks, and you almost don't believe it until you see him. He is a bit bigger, like he has been working out, but he still has his normal outfit on, snap-back and all. You pray he can't see you. You look exactly the same, you got your haircut, but you're still nothing compared to the models you've seen pictures of him with. He starts playing the guitar and you whimper as you recognize the song. It's your song. The one you two used to dance to, the one he used to sing over Skype when you couldn't sleep. "___! You okay? You can go talk to him...he's been looking over here the entire time." Brad says, now back at the table, you didn't even notice. "Okay." You say quietly, hoping to have a casual conversation and then move on. You walk up to him as he's putting his guitar away, and you don't even have to touch him before he turns around. "You still wear that perfume I bought you." He says, smirking slightly. You laugh lightly, nodding. "I miss you, and I'm not going to pretend for another year that I'm okay without you." He says, and you're taken back. "You look great, I like your hair." He says, touching it lightly and you shiver, and you know what you have to do. "Give me a minutes." You mumble, walking back to the table to explain to Brad. That carefree Irish boy always was the one.

Harry: You sigh loudly as you try to dab more cover-up on your wrist. "Just disappear you stupid thing." You mutter to yourself, shaking your head.You throw down your make-up, angrier than you were before. Why did you you even get this tattoo you think to yourself. Because of him, you reply to yourself. You touch the small star on your wrist, matching Harry's large one on his arm and sigh. You don't want it gone, it's the only thing you have left of him. You saw a news story about him getting his tattoo removed, and you were a bit shocked , you two had only been over for 5 months, and the two of you got these done together over a year ago. "You always leave the damn door unlocked, it's not safe." You hear the deep Cheshire accent from your living room. You didn't think he would be on time. He agreed to come over and drop of the stuff that you had left at his house. "Shut up, Styles." You mutter, walking into the living room and sighing. He looks great. His curls are down and he's wearing your favorite orange sweater and his signature white converse. He looks like your Harry. Or your ex Harry for that matter. "Your hair got longer." He observes as he hands you a small box, and you're about to grab it, and he takes your arm, and turns it over, looking at your tattoo. His green eyes meet yours, and they almost look hopeful. "Sorry I don't have enough money to go get mine removed like some people." You say, taking it back, ignoring the warmth that is spreading through your body from his familiar touch. He rolls his eyes and quickly rips off his sweater, having no shame around you. Screw him, he is still in shape you think as he puts his left arm out. The star and lyrics are still there. "I got the 'Hi' removed. Not the star, it means the world to me. You, mean the world to me." He says quietly, placing his sweater on."You're single?" He asks after a few seconds. "Of course, trying to get over you isn't exactly easy Hazz-" He simply cuts you off, pulling you into a kiss. You respond and after a while you pull away. "Remind me why I ever let you go." He asks and you smile softly. "I was never gone." You mutter into his neck.