Preference #87: THAT Picture
Jack: You walked into the office as usual, seeing everybody working away on laptops and computers with headphones on as if the world didn’t exist. Hardly anybody noticed you walk in the room at the beginning. Not even your boyfriend, editing his newest video with his headphones over his ears. You smiled, creeping up on his slowly until you quickly tapped his shoulder. He jumped a little with a head turn, instantly smiling at the sight of you. ‘Hey beautiful,’ He grinned, removing his headphones, 'How’s your Mum?’ You normally went to see your mother on Wednesdays, since it’s her only day off, but Jack always worked out a way into not coming along. 'She’s fine. Complained about work, a few friends, and her new boyfriend. I think they’re going to break up soo…Jack…’ 'Yeah? What’s wrong?’ 'Why is that here?’ You saw a highly familiar photo sitting on Jack’s desk in the corner. Set in a black frame was a photo of you posed on your bed quite provocatively, dressed in black lingerie. Jack looked at the picture, he smiled, 'Oh yeah, I forgot this was here. Yeah, I put it on my desk.’ 'Where other people can see it?!’You whispered. 'Oh Y/N, don’t worry. They don’t care.’ 'You look lovely!’ Gregg, a new editor in the office said nearby. 'Yeah, you have a nice figure,’ Agreed Finn. You looked at Louis next, who simply hid behind his laptop. You blushed, taking the picture off the desk and storming out with it under your jacket. You really hated Jack sometimes.
Finn: It was his wallpaper. Yes, a photo of you half naked was his desktop wallpaper. Whenever he opened his laptop, the first thing people see is you in a corset and panties sucking seductively on a lollipop. You hated seeing it every time he opened the laptop. You only hoped he didn’t open it in front of people. You soon found out, he did and often. 'Baby! Why would you have that?’ You asked, bringing him into the kitchen whilst a get together went on in the next room. 'Because I love you and that’s my favorite picture of you,’ He reasoned. 'Finn! That was supposed to be private!’ 'Well, it’s not like I posted the fucking thing all over twitter! I have it on my private laptop, that’s privately locked with a password that’s private and that I only privately know and the only reason people see it is because they privatelyhappen to see it.’ You hated it when he treated you like you were overreacting. 'So, you’re telling me if I had a picture of you in your boxers, you wouldn’t mind? It wouldn’t bother you in the least if I just had it plastered on my desktop like no big deal?’ 'No, it wouldn’t. Matter of fact, why don’t I take one for you and you can put it up?’ 'Good. I think I will. Why don’t you privately take a picture of it and I can privately do it?’ 'Okay, now you’re just mocking me.’ 'Damn fucking right I am. Take it down, Harries, or I’ll take YOU down.’
Dan: You never expected him to have that sort of picture there. Completely out in the open, clear as day, underneath a fucking lamp where people could just chance a glance at it. You didn’t mind it much before…until fans noticed it in one of his videos and started making zoomed in pictures. Dan told you not to worry since a lot of the pictures came out pixilated and blurry. You worried anyways. People knew what you looked like semi-nude! 'Dan, seriously…just put that somewhere else,’ You told him. He shook his head, 'No. I’ve moved it around the apartment four times because YOU weren’t happy where it was.’ 'Because I didn’t expect you to fucking frame me half-naked in a towel and put it on the end tables!’ 'It’s a nice picture of you. Your smile, your eyes, and your hair all wet like that. You look gorgeous, babe. Why wouldn’t I frame it?’ 'Uh, because I’m naked!’ 'Half-naked’ 'Whatever! Naked is naked!’ 'You know what?’ He stuck the frame in a drawer and shut it, 'There. Problem solved. Happy now?’ 'A little.’ 'I’ll just frame that picture of you with cake all over your face and put that instead.’ 'No!’
Phil: You waited in his bedroom while he changed into some clothes for the party tonight. You hadn’t been snooping around his bedroom or anything, but your eyes happened to catch it. You normally expected Phil to keep things like this a secret. But no, the photo of you in your bra and panties, lying on your hotel bed, was flat out on top of Phil’s dresser for people to see.. 'Phil?’ You called him while he dried off from his shower in the bathroom. 'Yeah?’ 'Why is this picture here?!’ You heard him go silent in the confides of the bathroom, but then say, 'Because I really like it. Why? Does it…Do you want me to take it down?’ 'A bit, yeah.’ You didn’t want to be a complete bitch about it because nobody really comes into his bedroom and he’s allowed to have what he likes. Though, thinking that people could see it if they took a good look around bothered you, 'Just put it in the drawer…by my bed.’