One Direction Preferences

#52: The Fame Goes To His Head And You Bring Him Back Down To Earth

Harry:

"Grande half caf, double shot, non-fat, two raw sugar, caramel cappuccino". Harry grabs his Starbucks, grateful to have something to warm his hands up with after the bitter cold of Winter's breeze outside. You laugh, "Anyone would think you were the girl in our relationship with that fussy order!", he mocks offense and you wrap your arms around him beneath his coat. He gives you a kiss on the nose, and you know you're forgiven. "Tall cappuccino cup". You untangle yourself from your boyfriend to grab your order, to find that someone has already taken it. "Sorry sir, but that's our order," Harry steps in, but the middle aged man looks flustered as he makes to leave the shop mumbling "Look, I'm sorry I can't help you. I am already late for work and-". You feel Harrys body tense beside you, becoming defensive, as he reaches out for the man's shoulder to turn him around. "I'm sorry sir, but that is our order,", "Look, I am in a real rush I really must-". "You seem to not understand me, that is our order. We waited in line for it. You are aware of who I am aren't you? Harry styles? One direction?". "I have no idea who you are, I'm sorry but I really must go-" the man tries to leave. But again, Harry reaches out his hand and stops him. "Clearly, because had you have known who I was you would have never taken my order in the first place. Not only am I the lead singer of the biggest band of the moment, but I assure you I have more money than you'll ever see in your lifetime. Now if you'd just hand over the drink,". This whole time you've stood staring at your boyfriend in complete shock. He was kidding right? No, wasn't kidding, that was obvious from his furious expression. The balding man had begun to mumble rushed apologies, handing over the coffee, his ears turning red from embarrassment. No way were you having this. You reached out and took the coffee from Harry, and quickly pressed it into the businessman's hands. "I'm so sorry about this, please take it, we're in no rush, we can wait for the next one" you smile apologetically, "Ignore him," you throw an annoyed look at Harry over your shoulder, "I really hope this hasn't made you too late for work,". The man smiled gratefully at you, and muttered a "Thanks miss" before rushing from the building. Without so much as a glance at Harry, you walk back up to the counter and grab the cappuccino that's waiting there, then walk straight out of the shop. "Y/N! Y/N, wait up!" Harry calls, but still, you ignore him and keep walking. He seems unaware that your annoyance is aimed at him and begins "Can you believe that man, talk about ignorant eh?". You stop so suddenly that Harry walks straight into you as you turn around to face him. "Him ignorant? You can talk, 'are you aware of who I am?'" You mock his previous comments, "I have never been so embarrassed to be with you," You glare at him, while he stares blankly back at you, clearly upset by your words. "But I was trying to get your drink back for-" he starts, but you cut him off. "I appreciate that, I appreciate that you were trying to stand up for me, even though it was just something little like a coffee. What bothers me is how you went about it, 'I'm Harry Styles and I'm richer than you'll ever be blah blah blah'. Did you not realize how ridiculous and obnoxious you sounded? I thought you were grounded, but clearly I was wrong,". You start walking again. You know your probably being a bit harsh on him, but you had never felt so mortified. "I'm sorry," he grabs you hand and spins you round so your facing him, "I am grounded, you know I am. Its just you. I get so defensive over you, I don't even think before I say anything,", he can't even meet your gaze. You place a hand on each of his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. "I'm sorry, I've probably been a bit mean. You did act like an idiot though. You don't have to get protective over my coffee," you laugh, trying to lighten the mood, "I want to date Harry. Not Harry Styles. I don't care who you are, I just care about who YOU are,". He smiles, and leans down to kiss you. "Just Harry it is then," he laughs, as you walk hand in hand to the studio.

Zayn:

You walk into the apartment to find your boyfriend Zayn topless, and posing in the mirror. "What on earth are you doing?" you laugh, though you can't say you don't appreciate the view, as you head towards the kitchen to get a drink. "Do you think I'm sexy?" He calls after you, to which you just laugh even more, "What sort of question is that?". You walk back into the living room and noticed the article displayed on the open laptop. Sugarscape 2012's 100 sexiest lads. You scroll through the article and smile, "Aw babe, your third. That's great!" You smile, Zayn was always so obsessed with his looks, but obviously it paid off for him! "Last year I was first," he grumbled. Ah, so that was why you'd found him posing in the mirror. Before you could respond, he spurted out a flurry of questions: should he work out more? He could turn the spare room into a gym so he could get more working out done? Was it because of all his tattoos? Didn't the fans like the tattoos? Should he get them removed? Could I do some research on tattoo removing for him? Was it his hair? Should he grow it out? Should he shave it off? Is it because he'd been smiling more in pictures? Talking more in interviews? Was it because he was less mysterious than he was last year? Was it because this year he had a girlfriend? You cut him off right there, placing a finger on his lips to silence him. "Third place out of 100 is incredible, so stop complaining.", a smirk crosses your face, "besides, I think your the sexiest man on earth, and I'm not sure I want anyone else thinking that. Your mine!". You step on your tip toes to give him a quick kiss before winking and walking towards the bedroom, paying special attention to swing your hips more than usual. You hear him chuckle behind you, but he soon follows you into the bedroom.