#preference 1

"Better?" Calum tucked me in for the night. I smiled broadly. "Perfect." "What else can I do?" He asked, settling behind me and putting his arms over my body. "There's no need to do anything else." I whispered. The period pains slowly faded away as i fell into a comfortable sleep. When I woke up I found no Calum in bed with me, so I quickly made it to the bathroom. As I exited, he was already sitting on the bed with a huge plate full of fresh fruits and some waffles on another one. "Oh how I love Saturdays with Calum." Grinning, I joined him on the bed and we started to eat. He pushed a piece of apple in my mouth. "I really love every day with my beautiful girlfriend." I laughed. "Aren't you a cute thing?" His shy smile had me leaning in to him and putting a kiss on his lips in no time. "A cute and a horny one." He mumbled, barely audible when we pulled apart. I threw a quick glance at him, as if questioning what he wanted to say. "Sorry. We just haven't done it a while because I'd been away and then when I come home you're in the forbidden period of the month so...." Tears threatened me. "I'm really sorry about that." And somehow I lost my appetite. Standing up I grabbed a t shirt from the closet and walked out. I knew he didn't mean to hurt me, but I felt betrayed. Was it my fault that we couldn't do it now? No. Why did he have to say it as if it was in fact my damn fault. Lying on the couch I covered myself in a blanket and listened to the tick tack-ing sounds of the clock that we had on the wall. "Sweetie please, could we talk about it?" Calum's hand stroked my shoulder. "I don't want to." "Let me just say I'm sorry, okay." He said but I refused to answer. Sometime I fell asleep and the next thing I knew was the smell of lunch filling the room. My stomach growled in hunger. The kitchen was warm when I entered it and Calum was there putting something on plates. His back to me, he wore only a shirt, I could make out that much of the scene in front of me. When he turned, he had a bright smile on his face. "Hey there, you're awake." "I am." I said, still a little off the world from the nap I had just taken. "I'll get the table ready, go wash your hands." And that's what I did. Calum was filling glasses with wine when I joined him at the table. "Your favorite." He smiled down at me and kissed me softly. Then he took the seat opposite me. "I want to apologize for what happened in the morning. It's been hard on us both, not only on me, I know. Sorry for my selfish thoughts." "You know I always forgive you." I lifted the glass full of red liquid and took a sip. "Let's enjoy lunch then. And after that we will watch some movies and I'll give you a private concert if you'd like." "I'd like nothing more." I laughed, our glasses touched and then we spent a great day together.

Michael

Ashton

"Jesus Christ." Stepping quickly away from the shopping bags on the kitchen table, Michael yelped. Laughing, I started unloading the bag. “Tampons are still a weak point?” “Apparently, oh god please don’t even say that word again.” The minute I pulled the boxes out of the bag, he was back to help me. “Sure, sorry that I have to have them around.” I said, and put some packs of cereal into a cupboard. “I just don’t like them. They’re weird. That whole thing is weird.” At that I raised an eyebrow, but eventually decided we’d be better off not fighting about such a stupid thing so I turned to leave, and only shook my head in disbelief. Sometimes he was so childish. The second I sat down in front of the TV, my stomach cramped. I barely had had any of that while I was shopping. But of course it wouldn’t leave me be in peace. Closing my eyes I relaxed breathing evenly. “Are we going anywhere tonight?” Michael yelled from the kitchen. “Not sure I want to.” I replied. When he showed up with a cup of tea, and a bright smile, I instantly felt better. He could be a child sometimes, but at the same time he was a gentleman. “Thank you.” His pierced eyebrow raised at me. “It’s for me.” “Oh.” I drew my eyes away from him. “Just kidding babe.” I sure had to show some disappointment, because he used his seductive voice. And then he handed the cup to me. “We barely had any days off lately, please let’s go out tonight.” The night was only a couple hours away, we should get ready soon if we were going. “Right. Let’s go.” I took a sip of the tea he had made. He knew how to make a good one. I loved that about him. Michael kissed my head. “Thanks babe. I’ll shave and shower then.” And with that he was off to do his business. A few minutes went by, sitting on the couch I clenched my teeth. I needed something to make the pain go away, but the medicine was kept in the bathroom cabinet. I went after Michael, he never really even bothered to close to the door when he showered. “How long do you think it’ll take you to get ready?” “Already done.” Said Michael, shutting the water. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. For a little while I watched him, he looked gorgeous like that, but then I opened the cabinet next to the mirror and searched for the pills. As I did that I also pulled out some tampons, remembering that I should reload my supply in my handbag. Michael’s loud groan could not go unnoticed for me. I glanced at him, already applying foam to his jaw. But I didn’t say anything, just walked past him. “We don’t have to go if you’re not feeling well.” I couldn’t tell how long I’d waited for him to join me on the couch. “Michael. Just let’s go okay? I’m sorry to bother you with all the tamp…. ” Realising that the word almost slipped, i stopped for a second. “With everything okay? I’m trying to stay out of your hair with all of this, and I know it freaking sucks that periods seem to give a reason for us women to be bitches and emotional wrecks and what not, and that we can’t have sex, Christ. I hate that part too, i hate it all I swear. But I just can’t help it! Hormones fucking suck. And I thought that by this time it would be like… Like you’d get used to these things. After all it’s just how every woman works, it shouldn’t freak you out so bad. Does it scare you? Do I scare you?” His expressions was blank, shocked? I couldn’t tell. And then when I already thought he wasn’t going to be part of the chat, he took hold of my hand. “As a guy, as a guy who hasn’t actually lived with a woman like this, it’s weird for me, I’m sorry. You didn’t even do anything wrong. I promise. You’re not as bad on your period as they say a lot of women are.” “Not as bad, huh?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Not at all.” On and on he went with the teasing. “Yesterday morning when you nearly cried because I had forgotten to buy milk.” The idiot kept grinning at me. “That was some weird shit. But seriously. We can stay home and cuddle, I’ll treat you like a princess if that’s what you want. You know I can do that.” I did know that. “Or we can go out like any other day, after all it’s just another day.” “We go out and when we come back, the princess part still can happen. How about that?” Intertwining our hands, i questioned. “Perfect. Let’s go princess.”

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Ashton

Darry: It wasn’t the first time Darry had to work for a rich family. Still, he knew he would never get used to working in a neighbourhood full of socs. He could feel their stares as he walked by, towards your house. It was a hot Summer day, and sweatdrops rolled down his forehead and back as he fixed the old wood pieces on your roof. You were oblivious of the guy, and walked outside wearing a beautiful new dress. You sat down on your front porch and opened a book. Half an hour had gone by when you heard a cough. “Excuse me.” A deep voice said. You looked up and your eyes widened slightly at the sight of such a good looking man. Darry was wiping his hands on a dirty cloth. “I finished my work here. Is your father around?” A shy smile appeared on your lips and you got up. “Sure! Please, come in and use our bathroom.” You said, pointing at the grey, old garment he had on his hands. Darry’s eyes looked you from your head to your bare feet and smirked, following you inside.

Soda: You stepped out of your car and your date walked over to the gas machine to fill his vehicle. There were two guys working at DX that day, but your eyes barely looked at them as you scanned your surroundings. You were busy, immersed in your thoughts, but only to be interrupted by one of those guys. “Hi there.” The gorgeous-looking boy said, slightly touching his cap, all western style as a hello. “You alone?” You really had to think of how to speak again. You liked your date, sure you did, but you could feel a strong connection with this stranger, bizarre as it may sound. “I… no. I’m here with my friend.” He was still fighting with the machine, a desperate expression on his face. “He sure does seem lost.” The boy laughed. He quickly tried to get your attention back to himself. “I’m Sodapop, by the way. Soda for friends and cute girls like you.” A faint blushed painted your cheeks. “I’m [y/n].”

Ponyboy: The entrance of the movie house was filled with people. So many teenagers had come to see the latest beach movie, and Ponyboy had been unfortunate enough to find himself lost among them, even if the movie he’d seen had nothing to do with beaches and summer romances. You were by his side, your brows furrowed and arms crossed. “This is so annoying.” You said out loud, talking to nobody -you had come alone as well. Pony eyed you but decided not to answer, in case it seemed rude. You scoffed and looked at him. “Can you believe this? All beach movies are the same anyway. Why do they even bother to come? You see one, you’ve seen them all.” The boy smiled and nodded. “I presume you came to see the other one? It was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Your angry face turned into a smile. “It was! I love Paul Newman, he never disappoints me.” The crowd started to move, and soon you two were outside, finally able to breathe freely.”I’ve heard he’s already working on his next film.” You commented. Ponyboy’s cheeks were rosy as he addressed you. “What if we come to see it when it comes out?”

Johnny: You had got lost. In your own city. Not that Tulsa was too big, but it wasn’t too small either. But you were pretty new -you had just moved a few months ago- and suddenly all the pretty houses had disappeared, only to be replaced by small, one-store ones. The streets were dirty and there weren’t any people outside, apart from a lonely figure a few feet ahead. “Excuse me!” You said, rushing to get to whoever it was. The boy jumped at your voice and looked at you with a wary look on his face. He had a worn-out leather jacket on, and his jeans had holes on the knees area. Just like everything around you, it looked as if time hasn’t been nice on him. “Um… Could you tell me where I am? I got lost.” A small smile spread across his face and he asked your address. You told him, and the boy actually laughed. “You’re way too far! But I could show you the way, maybe?” His words were cautious, and polite, so you couldn’t say no. “My name is [y/n]” “And I’m Johnny.”

Dallas: Dally Winston had a thing for trouble, everyone around knew that, even rich people, like yourself. He’d walk around, asking for a fight, catcalling girls, stealing. You weren’t very fond of him, even if you had no idea who he was, or what he was like. His reputation preceded him. Even if you were called a soc, your looks and behaviour didn’t scream ‘Spoiled and bratty.’ You liked the greaser style, and you embraced it. You were at the convenience store, flipping through the magazines. “This ain’t a library!” The old man that sat behind the counter said. “If ya want to read it, ya buy it!” You were ready to reply angrily when a voice cut yours. “Give the lady a break, pal. She can’t know if its worth it if she doesn’t look, huh?” You looked around and saw a tall, tough-looking guy on the other side of the magazines stand. “And what’s with the accent, anyway? What are you? A cowboy?” You couldn’t help but giggle, and the boy finally looked at you, a pleased smile on his face. “You’re welcome.” He said with exaggerated, clearly fake gentleness. “Dallas Winston at your service.” You frowned, making the connection and wondering why he was being so nice. You didn’t have to wait long, as the boy soon started to follow you around the store, asking you dirty questions, commenting on how cute your butt looked on those shorts. “Go to hell!” You said, facing him. Dallas smirked, knowing you weren’t nearly as mad a you pretended to be. “I just want to know your name, babe.”

Two-Bit: You met Two-Bit on the street, as you casually walked around your school, backpack in hand. The strap was broken and you would have to carry it like that for the rest of the day, or so you thought. A hand slipped down the other strap and you looked up to see a tall, smiley guy holding it for you. “Can’t believe you have to carry this.” He commented, as if you two were walking together. “Knowledge is more of a burden than you all think, lemme tell ya.” The boy chuckled at your annoyed face. “You were making me nervous, walking too slow. Place is full, and I have cake at home. Can’t be late.” You smiled and introduced yourself, wondering if he would ever ask you to grab a piece of cake together.

Steve: Steve had just finished his turn on DX, the last one of the day, when your father pulled into the parking area. He got down and walked to the closed door, where Steve’s partner was locking the last door. You two needed to refill your car quickly, or you wouldn’t get home soon. Randle walked by your car, distracted, and as he passed you, his eyes stopped on you. You were sketching on an old notebook, but he saw you and felt he needed to know you. Two knocks at your window were enough to catch your attention. As you looked up, you smirked. The cute guy in front of you was looking at you the same way you were looking at him.”

A/N: Hi guys!!! It's me Evelyn :) So this is the preference I promised you guys...enjoy! And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REQUEST! I don't even care if you don't follow (well...that'd be awesome) but we NEED requests! Pretty please with One Direction on top?

Louis: "No! I'm sorry I can't do this right now!" At the age of 15 were in your drama class right now. To contribute to the end of the school year talent show, your class was filming a short movie. You had landed the main girl role and your best guy friend Louis got the main male role. You were currently filming your most dreaded scene: the big kiss. Maybe it wouldn't be so big of a problem if it was some other guy, but Louis was different. Not only was he one of your closest friends, but he was your crush. You were so scared during the filming, you chickened out. The teacher comes up to you and whispers, "Do you need a moment?" You nod and she announces to the class, "Okay everyone, take five!" You rush out of the classroom but to your dismay, Louis follows you. "(Y/N)! Wait up!" He catches up to you and grabs your arm. "Hey, you okay? What was that about?" "I honestly don't know," you reply, and it's the truth. Shouldn't you be happy to be kissing your crush? So why were you so nervous? "Look, if you're nervous, just remember, I'm always open to practicing if you want." He winks and you stare, bewildered before bursting out into giggles. "Well, do you want to?" he asks. Oh, you think. He was being serious. You gulp but reply in a small voice, "Okay." You both awkwardly lean in and roughly press your lips against his. It wasn't too bad... The teacher calls you two back into the classroom and you restart the scene. And everything goes perfectly. Niall: You were in the hallway at school when Niall-a boy you knew- walked by. He seemed to kinda like you, and you suppose you could say you liked him back. He suddenly trips when he's right in front of you and you crash into each other, lips touching in the process! The kids around you "Ooh!" He helps you up and you feel a piece of paper slip into your hand. He winks and walks away leaving you dazed. You look down at the piece of paper once he's gone and it reads, "I guess I'm a really good actor if I managed to pull off that fake trip. ;) Call me." On the back was his number. You laugh and continue on to your class. Harry: You and your new date Harry were holding hands as he walks you to your door. Your friend had introduced you to him and sparks flew instantly. You stood on your doorstep to reach his height and look him in the eye. "Tonight was one of the best nights of my life," you tell him shyly. "Don't worry, there'll be more to come," he replies and winks. Then he leans in and kisses you quickly but passionately on the lips. Your breath is still taken away as he's sauntering back to his car. Zayn: You and Zayn were both ten years old when it happened. All you and his friends had met up at the nearby library to hang. You were supposed to be doing homework but somehow everyone agreed to playing a quiet game of truth or dare. It was your turn and you said, "Zayn, truth or dare?" "Dare," he responded. "I dare you to kiss me," you told him smugly, thinking he would never do it. Zayn just smiles and strides over to push your lips against his. When it's all done, you're bewildered, super surprised he actually did it. Clearly it showed because everyone burst into laughter and the librarian had to come and shush us. Who would've known you two would fall in love later? Liam: You were at the beach with your friends. They were teaching you how to surf, and surprisingly, you were pretty good for a beginner. You got a little over confident and went to seek out a big wave. Unfortunately, you fell off your board while surfing and fell unconcious just as you floated onto shore. Liam just so happened to be the lifegaurd there and he ran over and gave you mouth to mouh recussion. Your eyes eventually fluttered open to see a beautiful boy with big brown eyes, his lips against yours. You fell hard. Apparently he had too, because the two of you were kissing each other now. One of the bystanders joked, "She's alive now. You can stop snogging." And that's when you met your soulmate.

A/N: Ok this was a terrible preference. I'm sorry. I'll make up for it sometime. Bye.