How you meet -One Direction Preferences

Niall- You look down at your phone for the hundredth time, checking for an explanation to why your crummy boyfriend was late to your date, yet again. A heavy sigh left your lips and your shoulders slummped. 

“Everything alright, love?” A familiar-looking blonde haired man asked you, although you couldn’t make out his features due to the dimness of the pub.

“My crummy boyfriend is late again.” 

“Aw. I’m sorry, love. Can I keep you company until he gets here?” His Irish accent rolled off his tongue. 

“That would be lovely, thank you.” He sat down on the chair across from you, his face still shadowy. 

“Now, tell me about this boyfriend?”

“Well, he’s really busy with work and everything, and he always gets home really late into the evening. The man leaned forward into the light and you took a sharp breath in. You knew exactly who he was!

“I’m sorry. What’s your name, love?” 

“Y/N.” You replied quietly. “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Niall.” He smiled at you. 

“Hi, Niall.” You giggled. Just as you were about to ask for his phone number, your boyfriend walked up to the table and kissed your forehead. 

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” Niall asked, standing up slowly. You nodded, and you boyfriend sat down in place of him. 


“Dammit!” You cry as you tumble to the ground. Your ankles had always been weak, and gave out at the most random times. A sickly crack sounded as you hit the ground, and the worst pain you had ever felt shot up your left leg. You lay there in a heap, sobbing and crying out for help. Your vision went spotty for a few moments. In those few moments, you felt a hand on your arm.

“Stay still, love!” A deep voice instructed you. “Paul, call an ambulance!” You opened your eyes and were met with a stunning pair of green ones. He lifted you off the ground and carried you into a near by shop. He sat you on a chair and bent down to examine your ankle, which was now twice the size it should be. 

“It’s definitely broken.” He concluded, standing up and pulling up a chair beside you. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N,” You replied through your tears. He nodded, and grasped your hand.

“I’m Harry.” You looked over at him with a startled expression.

“Aren’t you in a band or something?” You ask quietly. 

“I am!” He laughs. “One Direction.”  The ambulance pulled up then, and the paramedics helped you into the back. Harry chose to come along, and he sat in one of the chairs and made conversation with you as the bandaged your ankle (just to hold it until you arrived at the hospital).

Liam-  You reached for a record and at the same time bumped hands with someone else reaching for the same record.

“Hey pal, this ones mine!” You exclaimed, looking over at the stranger. “Sorry, I’ve just been waiting for them to get this record in for like, ever.” You explained when he looked at you with an alarmed expression.

“Fair enough,” He laughed, backing up with his hands up. You gave him a half smile, before grabbing the record and turning to walk away. You handed the cashier £10  and exited the shop. 

“Wait!” You looked behind you to see the boy from earlier running to catch up with you. You paused, and he jogged up beside you. “What’s your name?” 


“I’m Liam. You’re beautiful. Here’s my number.” He handed you a slip of paper and he jogged away. You face flushed and a goofy smile spread across your cheeks. 


“Is this your fist tattoo?” You asked the man in the chair beside you. He looked over at you, and then down at his arm, which was covered in tattoos. “Oh..” He laughed.

“Is it yours?” You nodded. 

“I’m really nervous. Does it hurt lots?” 

“It does, but it depends on the spot you’re getting it to the level of pain. Where are you getting it and what are you getting?” He asked, turning in his chair to look at you fully. 

“I’m getting an outline of a star on my thumb.” You reply, gesturing to your hand. 

“Oh, that shouldn’t hurt TOO bad, then.” He laughed. “I’m getting my son’s name on my hip.” He tugged down the waistband of his sweats and pointed to the pen marks on his skin, the name ‘Freddie’ scribbled there. You smiled at him.

“That’s sweet!” You were about to ask him something else, but the tattoo artist called your name. 

“Good luck!” The man patted your hand. “I’m Louis, by the way.” He added.

“Y/N.” You offered, and walked back with the tattoo artist, taking a deep breath as he started up the tattoo gun.

anonymous asked:

So I know you already have names picked out for the kids but I think a really funny tfln would be Harry texting the missus a name that is so random and out there. You don't have to do it since you already have names but I'd love it if you did! Thank you for sharing your amazing writing with us all (the tflns are a personal fave of mine) xxxx

I can link this to the Pregnancy Series that I am writing at the moment. It can be a little something that H and the missus talk about when they come up with different names - maybe this can be a little something when they first find out they’re having a little baby Styles and they’re discussing baby names. ;)  If you’d like to request for one, you can send it into my ask box, as long as they are linked to the Wedding/Pregnancy Series. xx

Harry. Missus.

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We could always do a Kim and Kanye type of thing, ya’know? x


A Kim and Kayne thing - we could name our baby after a compass direction. I think East and South are still available baby names for celebrity babies. ;) x

Harry, I am not naming our baby something so silly. x

That’s not silly … If Kim K and Kanye can do it, why can’t we? x

Because I’m not Kim Kardashian and you are not Kanye West. You are Harry Styles and I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N) - your better half, need I say. ;) x

Are you with the boys right now? 

I could be Kanye West … x

And yes, I am. Niall called us all and we’re sat round his with a few beers and Louis’ x-box. x

Well, that makes a lot of sense then. Are you a bit on the drunk side, mister? Do I need to come and pick you up after I finish at work? x

And, no. You could not, Harold. I’ve heard you rap to his songs - you suck, babe. x

Nice to know that when the band finishes, you support my other career in mind. Looks like you won’t be invited to my shows. ;) x

And I’ve only had two. I’m going to come home in an hour or so - I’ll be home before you. x

You’re the worst. 

I am not naming our child something after a compass direction - besides, neither of them go with Styles. x

Well …

What ideas do you have in mind, then? 

I’ve not really been thinking about it, to be honest, H. I’ve been swaddled with everything else - morning sickness, feeling off and going into work on top of that. We’re only a few weeks pregnant anyway. We have more important stuff to be worrying about right now. x

You shouldn’t be going to work if you’re not feeling well, love. Your work will understand - the kids in the nursery won’t want you sick. x

Harry, I’m okay. I’ve got another hour or so until I come home. Might take tomorrow off - I’ve spoken to my boss about the whole pregnancy thing and we’re working out how to go about it. x


I love you. x

I love you too, mister. Say hi to the boys for me. xx

It’s Time To Make a Decision (Liam and Harry)

“Okay I’m heading out. I’ll see you later tonight. You’re going to be okay by yourself right?” Liam asked as he was putting on his shoes and I was still laying in bed. He had gotten up quiet a bit earlier than I. He had already spent time in the gym this morning and was now showered and dressed. He was spending the day out with Andy. Doing god knows what. It’s been this way for awhile now. He would rather spend time with his friends who are practically with him all the time while he’s on tour over his girlfriend who he hasn’t really seen in the last two month.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll see if any of the other boys aren’t busy. See if they want to do something with me.” I pout a bit, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on it.

“That sounds like a great idea love. We’ll do something with just the two of us tonight. I promise.” He leaned over and placed a light kiss on my lips before pulling back and practically running out the door. “Love you.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the door. It closed before I even got a chance to respond. Not that I am even sure that I would have. I crawl out of bed and stretch out the muscles in my back before heading into the bathroom to shower.

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