One Direction Preferences

#23: Boys Think He's Whipped

Louis:  

You had a really bad day. Your boss fired you, you spilled milk on your clothes in the morning, and you walked five blocks in the pouring rain. As you unlocked the door to you and Louis' shared flat - drenched from outside - you sighed sadly. You walk in and see all the boys sitting on the couch, playing Fifa. "Hey babe, how was your day?" Louis asked, not taking his eyes off the game. They were all too entranced by the video game to notice you're near tears. "Horrible," you said. He looked up and finally saw you in distress. "You need warm clothes!" He immediately throws his game console aside and hurries you upstairs. There, he takes care of your every need, while the boys still play Fifa. "He's so whipped," Zayn said. "That'll never be me," Niall added confidently.

Niall:  

"How does this look?" You ask, holding up a dark blue cardigan to his chest. Niall sighed. "Babe, I'm really not into this." You frowned. "But...I thought you'd like shopping with me." Niall panicked. "No, no, no, it looks great, baby! I'm happy to be around you!" To prove it, he acted more excited to shop than you for the whole day. You guys went home with a new wardrobe for Niall. "Hello?" Niall answered his phone. "Where were you?" Liam asked on the other end. "We were supposed to play football!" Niall stared at you as you put the bags away. "I went shopping with (Y/N)," he said gleefully. "Why?" Niall smiled. "She asked me to..." Liam laughed. "Mate, I don't remember when you ever wanted to shop. You're too whipped to do manly things. Can you even function without (Y/N)?"

Liam:  

You've been working for One Direction as Lou's assistant for about three months. Liam took a special liking to you and pretty soon he was doing all the coffee runs you were required to do. "Oh Liam, did you want more coffee?" You ask him, on your way to give Zayn's hairspray to Lou. "No, I'll do it," Liam quickly ran so you wouldn't have to do anything. "No, it's okay," you tried to argue. Liam grasped your hand lightly and stared into your eyes. "I don't want anyone to work you too hard." Then, he was heading back to Starbucks. Zayn came up to you a few moments later. "Where's my- there it is, what's taking so long?" he asked. You shrugged. "Um, Liam," you admitted. Zayn smirked at you. "He's whipped, yeah?" "We're just friends," you replied.

Zayn:  

The boys and you were at McDonald's. "What are you hungry for?" Zayn asked you, smiling down (maybe up) at you. "I'm really craving a double cheeseburger." You rubbed your five months pregnant belly. Your cravings have been up the wall, and Zayn has done everything to your liking. Zayn immediately pulled out a five dollar bill. "Aw, I forgot to bring an extra $5." He frowned. You shook your head. "I'll just share whatever you get," you said, a bit disappointed. You didn't want to take his money for granted or anything. "No, you get what you want," Zayn said, quieting you with a finger to your lip. You blush because the boys were all watching you. "Sure?" you asked. "Positive," he kissed your lips and paid for your meal. "Whipped!" Harry coughed.

Harry:  

You just got your period today. On the first day, it hurt like hell. You woke up the next morning moaning in pain. Harry was just coming back with Louis so they could do whatever they wanted. Harry had this natural sense that you needed his help, so he ran up the stairs, leaving Louis confused. "Babe?" He called walking into your room. "Harry..." you groan, rolling over to see him lay beside you. He lifted your shirt up and placed his large hands over your warm stomach, and began rubbing light circles into you. "Oh," you sigh, feeling better by the second. "Are you okay?" Harry asked. He nuzzled his head in your neck and pulled your body closer to his. "I am now, thank you." Louis goes to see what's going on and sees you both in bliss. He takes a picture and puts it on Twitter with the caption: '@Harry_Styles is whipped for @(Y/T/N)'