#mcfly preferences

Harry:

@dougiemcfly: They don't understand that is other people. Calm down.

Danny: 

@harrymcfly: They called me to their house and when I arrive I found this. 

Dougie:

@tommcfly: They're so cute together.. One of my favorite couples ever.

Tom:

Harry: Paris

Danny: Brasil

Dougie: Canadá

Harry:

Danny:

Dougie:

I wrote this one a little while ago so the timings are a bit messed up.

I walked down the isle of Tesco's pushing the trolley. My name was (y/n). I had dirty blonde hair with blue dyed tips, brown eyes, I was tall and thin. I had a pretty good figure people said. I found the vegetables I needed and turned into the next isle. I saw him.

He was someone nearly everyone would recognize. He was someone I certainly recognized. I'd seen more of him than most other people would. His tattoo that ran down his arm and over his right peck. His dirty blonde hair that had been dyed many a time. His grey blue eyes, and cheeky smile that had been directed at me a few times. He was here with Tom who was probably buying stuff for him, Giovanna and Buzz. He was smiling and he looked happy. I hadn't seen him in person for three years, only on TV. I'd only heard his voice on radio. I remember all the times we'd spent together. Tom saw me looking. I turned to pick up some milk as he nudged Dougie. He turned round and looked straight at me. His smile faltered for a minute.

Just seeing him smile at me like that brought all the memories flooding back. When we first met it had been like love at first sight. Then when we started going out. All the times when he'd come in late from the studio, he hadn't had anything to eat, he'd pick me up, carry me upstairs and throw me on the bed and we'd have the time of our life. If you catch my drift.

I carried on walking and nearly walked past him until he called me back.

"(y/n) is that you," he said.

"Yea, it's me Dougie," I said.

"How have you been, it's been what..."

"Three years," I said.

"Really that long, wow," he said. He seemed so happy and normal. I couldn't believe it, from how our break up had happened I just couldn't believe it. He'd thought I'd been cheating on him, with one of my best friends I'd known since I was young, he was gay and I'd given him a kiss on the cheek and suddenly I was cheating on Dougie. We'd been going out since we were 17. We broke up when I was 22.

"Yep, that long,"

"So how have you been then?"

"Good, you? I saw you on I'm a celeb, well done on winning,"

"Thanks, it was weird in there, I mean you and me used to watch it before, you were in my mind the whole time I was in there," he said and then realized what he'd said.

"R...really, wow,"

"Yea, you haven't left my mind since the day we broke up," he said. I can't believe that, he hadn't left my mind since that day either.

"Wow, um I don't know what to say,"

"I made a massive mistake that day, I was so stupid, thinking you'd cheated on me," he said.

"Um, I..." I started but was cut off by a little girl running up to me.

"Mummy, can I have this?" she said holding a big bunny teddy.

"Maybe for Christmas," I said, picking her up and resting her on my hip.

"You...you have a child," Dougie said.

"Yea, this is Jamie, she's two," I said.

"Two, wow you must have moved on fast after we broke up," he said a bit upset.

"Actually..."

"Daddy," Jamie said pointing at Dougie. Dougie looked at her and then looked at me confused.

"D...daddy," he said. I nodded.

"Yea, she's uh, she's yours," I said.

"I...I'm a father," he said shocked. I nodded. "How does she know?"

"Well when we watched I'm a celebrity, I told her and now anytime you guys are on the TV or on the radio she yells, that's daddy," I said. He cracked a smiled. Tom who had walked off somewhere came back.

"Hi (y/n), haven't seen you in a while," he said.

"Hi Tom," I said.

"Who's this then?" he said.

"I'm Jamie," she shouted. I laughed.

"Shh, darling, calm down,"

"Sorry Mummy," she said looking upset.

"It's fine, just inside voice," I said kissing her on the forehead.

"Right, so who's the dad then?" Tom said to me.

"M...me," Dougie said.

"You," Tom said. "How?"

"How about we go and get some coffee and you can tell us about it?" Dougie said.

"How about we come back to mine? I can't really afford to go get coffee," I said.

"I'll pay," he said.

"No, I wanna go home Mummy," Jamie said.

"Yes, alright, shh," I said. I looked at Dougie apologetically.

"OK, shall we just go back to yours then?" Tom said.

"Yea," I said. We went to the tills and I went to pay, but Dougie was already there. "What are you doing?"

"I'm guessing most of this is Jamie's'," he said. I nodded. "Well I haven't been around for two years, to pay for any of the stuff that Jamie needs so I'm gonna start," he said. I rolled my eyes and started putting stuff away in the trolley. Once we'd left the shop I went out to my car and started putting stuff in. He hadn't changed one bit. They'd walked so they got in my car. Tom got in the back with Jamie in her car seat and Dougie got in the front with me. The guys told me about stuff as I drove home. Once we got back to my house Jamie had fallen asleep. The boys took the bags and carried them into the house, as I picked Jamie up and carried her inside. I went and put her upstairs in her bed.

"Sleep tight my little angel," I said and kissed her on the forehead. I stood up and tucked her in. I turned around and saw Dougie lent against the door frame.

"She's really beautiful, but then again I can see where she gets the looks from," he said. I looked down blushing as I turned the lights off and shut the door slightly. We started to walk downstairs and then went into the kitchen. I started the coffee machine. Tom and Dougie were sat at the table. I gave them their cups and sat down with mine.

"So how is she Dougie's daughter?" Tom said.

"Well she's two," I said. "And me and Dougie broke up three years ago, after we broke up about two weeks later I found out I was three weeks pregnant, I wanted to tell Dougie but you'd gone off to America so I couldn't,"

"I wish I'd known, I wish I'd been apart of her life," Dougie said.

"Yea well," I said. Tom's phone started going off. He looked at it.

"Oh I've got to go Gio's waiting for me," he said. "I'll see you later Doug," I went and opened the door for him, locked it and then sat back down.

"You know I didn't cheat on you," I said. He looked up from the table. "David's gay, we've known each other since we were 5,"

"Yea, I realized as soon as I'd broken up with you, that I shouldn't have. When we were in America what was getting the guys through some of the days was knowing that they had their girlfriends back home, but I didn't have that. I wanted to run back as soon as I'd left and apologize. It just killed me, I missed you like crazy," he said. I smiled.

"You know I haven't had a boyfriend since you, I went through the pregnancy alone and stayed on my own, I often wished that I had a boyfriend and I would tell Jamie that they were her dad, but I wouldn't be able to, as soon as Jamie asked who her dad was I knew in that moment that I couldn't lie to her and I had to tell her it was you, whether I saw you again or not," I said.

"I shouldn't have said the things I said, I shouldn't have done the things I did, I wish with all my heart I'd been with you through the whole thing," he said. I smiled. We had a long chat. I stood up and picked up both of our cups. I went to put them in the sink and started the tap. I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I never stopped loving you, for these past three years, you were the only girl I loved," he whispered in my ear.

"I'll be honest, I never stopped loving you," I said. In a flash he span me around and pressed his lips to mine. It felt like it had three years ago. I felt the love that I had, but it was intensified. My arms went around his neck. His lips fitted to mine perfectly. Our lips moved in perfect sync. I felt him bite my bottom lip. I parted my lips and his tongue shot inside. He explored every part of my mouth, it was familiar territory to him. His hand started going up the back of my top. My bum was pressed against the counter. He went to undo my bra when...

"Mummy, are you and daddy getting back together?" Me and Dougie pulled apart and looked at Jamie, laughing.

I hope we do.

Cute texts between you two.

(A/N): Sorry if this sucks, i really have no ideas for preferences right now. Maybe you can inbox me and request some? (i do not do blurbs nor personal imagines, btw)

Danny:

Tom:

Dougie:

Harry:

DANNY  You read the instructions for the fourth time, just to be sure. “One line: you’re pregnant”, and it is exactly what you see on the stick that you hold in your trembling hands. You're expecting a baby, a Danny’s baby and you couldn’t be more happy and anxious at the same time; it’s been three years that you and Danny try to have a baby and finally, when you lost all hopes, you did it. You know exactly how tell him, you grab your bag and run outside towards the t-shirt store.

Two hours later it’s all ready: laid table and package near dish; the only thing missing is Danny. Two minutes later, he come into house rain-soaked and he notices the smile, the table and the present: “What’s up? Oh no, don’t tell me: I forgot our anniversary, I’m so sorry love, it’s been a long and exhausting day…” he says destroyed by cult. “No, Danny, it’s not our anniversary, but it is a more important day” you answer with the smile on your face. “Open the pack, c’mon” you prompt him; he takes the package, halfway between the confused and scared, unwraps it and he finds a black t-shirt with the words - BEST DAD EVER -; Danny does not move, breathtaking. You’re little worried, maybe he isn’t so happy that you thought, but then, you notice his eyes filled with tears and he says “It is what I think? Please, tell me it is what I think!”, you nod and run in his arms; Danny happier than ever raise you in the air kissing all your face, and, without thinking about the dinner, takes you to your bedroom. That night will pass to the story for so many reasons. 

Dougie  It’s a boring afternoon, you had just finished your homework and you decide to make a warm and relaxing bath. But before, you check your mails and your phone in case Dougie wrote you something: he’s on tour in South America for one month and between the schedules and time zone, you two talk not so much. No mails, no texts. You sob disappointed while you get in the bathroom and start to let the water flows; in a few minutes bathtub fills, you undress, put earphones of your Ipod in your ears and dive in the water. A quarter of an hour later, you are half asleep but you wake up alarm when, between two songs, you hear a noise came from the living room. You froze, but decide to take off earphones, get out of the bathtube, take a towel and you approach to the door; luckily your bathroom is in front of your bedroom you share with Dougie, and with stealthy step you go to your room, you open your wardrobe and grab your higher-heel shoes. You hear another noise, but closer: taking all your courage, you run towards the thief with a shoe in your hand; as soon as you exit from the room you bump into someone. You start to scream desperately, thinking about the imminent death. “Y/N! It’s me! Open your eyes, silly!” Dougie says smiling while he try not to laugh at your sight. You open your eyes unbelieving “Oh my God, Dougie! What are you doing here? You should be in Brazil!” “I missed my beautiful, and weird girlfriend!” he chuckles “I made a pact with Fletch: two days here, and then I have to come back” he says kissing your lips, with a big smile on his face. “I am ridiculous, aren't I?” you say pointing your towel, your messy hair and your 12cm heel. “No!.. No…Well, maybe!” he starts to laugh; seeing him laugh is the thing you love most in the world and you can’t help but laugh with him and start two passioante days.

Harry   You and Harry are together for 7 months and you can’t think of living without him; you know each other for 15 years, but declare your love only few months ago. Tonight you're at dinner with him in his house and you already trembling at the thought of him cooking; last time he succeeded to burn bread and an omelette and to overcook pasta. You have even feared he wanted to poison you only for ending the relationship, but obviously you never told him. It’s 7.30 pm and you are in front of his door concerned to see him with his pink apron that you swore to rip it, so he can’t wear it anymore. You notice Harry wearing the notorio apron, but you also notice - with surprise - that he only cooked two muffins; you’re confused and point out that you are on a diet for a couple of months now and can’t eat cakes or else. “First of all you know you don’t need a diet, but whatever, second of all you can break the rules for once” he says to you; “I prefer no, Harry. You cooked only these?!” you ask. “Yes, I did. But, in a moment, I think you’ll not care about this…” he replies with a sly smile; “Are you drunk, Harry? What are you saying? Let me guess: you burned the dinner! It’s ok, you can tell me, and we can go ou-” “For God sake, Y/N, eat the damn muffin!” he says exasperated. “Ok, but relax buddy…” you bite the muffin and suddenly you taste something cold and tough between teeth, you take the thing in your hand to see a beautiful engagment ring; with eyes full of tears ask for confirmation to Harry, down on one knee “Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, exasperate me for the rest of my life?” he asks hopeful, you can not help but nod and throw yourself into his arms. Needless to say that night that apron was ripped in the most passionate way.

Dougie: THE HORMONAL. During your period you are in the throes of hormones, whereby you start crying even if you see a dead fly. One night Dougie came home to find you submerged by the blankets and Kleenex, eyes full of tears and a red nose: “Babe are you crying?!” he asked a little worried, “Yes, it’s the fault of the movie..” you sobbed, “But it’s King Kong!” he replied astonished. “I know, but…that poor monkey! I mean, he didn’t do anything wrong! It's so unfair…” you whimpered. He was a little confused, but he suddenly he understood and with a tiny smile said: “You are on your period,aren't you?”, you took a quick look at him “Maybe…” you replied while you hid a sob at the scene of the monkey falling from The Empire State Building. “Aw, you are so sweet, babe!” he said while came cuddling you and watch the end of the film together.

Harry: THE BITCHY. During your menstrual cycle you are constantly a bound of nerves, anything can make you angry and if someone tries to go against you, you may not talk to them for days. Harry doesn’t know that you are ‘on your period’ and he comes back home in the mood, he sees you already in the bed and starts to flirt: “Hey sexy girl…” he smirks, “Harry don’t.” “Oh c’mon, you know what silk sheets makes to me…” he smirks again while with a hand strokes your arm and your thigh. “Harry try to touch me again and, I swear, I will cut your both hands” you blurt; at the beginning he doesn’t understand your temper, but then he has an epiphany: “Love, it’s ‘that period of the month’?”, “What do you think?!” you replies tartly, then you turn in bed and go to sleep. Luckily Harry is patient and during these days you’re allowed to do and say everything.

Tom: THE GLUTTON. You love junk food and during your period you only eat that. You look pregnant, victim of birthmarks, with a difference: you haven’t a baby in your womb. Tom knows your habits and with a simply text like “Baby, I’ve got my period…” he runs to the first market and buys you chips, sweets, ice cream and chocolate, a lot of chocolate. The best thing is that you share your unhealthful food with him: you two pass the evenings lying on the couch, swallowing junk food. But the following week you eat only fruits and vegetables to prevent from becoming two balloons.

Tom: As romantic as you are, your “husband & wife first kiss” could only be like in the movies: your wedding took place in a park and this photo was taken as soon as the priest said: ‘you may now kiss the bride’. Without a second Tom grabbed you, raised you off the ground and kiss you lovingly; needless to say that guest erupted in ‘aww’ and squeals of joy.

Dougie: He’s always been very shy and reserved about PDAs, so your first kiss is been classic and simple: you got married in a church out of town and when the priest said ‘you may now kiss the bride’ he blushed, approached you slowly and took your face in his hands. Even though it was an humble kiss he sent all the love and sweetness to you, and you couldn’t be happier.

Danny: You two got married in mountain, between green and rocks and, as soon as the magistrate said ‘you may now kiss the bride’, he caught you and, with a caschè, he pretended to make you fall to the ground so he can kiss you when you least expected it. The joker he is, he could not help to kiss in the least conventional way that came to his mind; precisely for this reason you consider this kiss in the first place among all those he gave you.

Harry: The picture was taken when Harry wanted to show that he had made it, that you two had made it. The raised fist is a symbol of your difficulties and adventures you two went through: work problems, family problems, diseases, fights, tears, but also kisses, laughs and the many times you made love. It is an important and funny gesture and all the guests exploded in smiles and laughter to see a well-deserved kiss. You did it for real, and for good.