One Direction Preferences 3

Childhood Enemies~

Louis:

Your high school reunion has finally came. It was a bit odd to have a reunion after a year, but you were excited to go. Back in high school, you were the outcast. You were excited to come back, because let's face it - you were bound to be gorgeous one day. (JK!) You wore a strapless, purple dress with purple sandals, your hair curled, and your makeup flawless and natural. You arrive at your high school gym and see every one of your bullies mingling with everyone else. As soon as you step through the door, one of your main bullies - Louis Tomlinson - strolls past you. You didn't mean to glare at him, but he was just so mean to you. Louis noticed you and stopped walking. "Oh hi, are you lost?" he asked politely. You frowned. "No...this is where I'm supposed to be," you said. You started to walk around him, but he stopped you again. "(Y/N)...?" You sighed. "You've cracked the code Louis. Now could you leave me alone?" You shook Louis off and walked to the snack table. Louis was next to you in a sec. "I see that diet's still not working," he snickered. "I see you haven't lost your humor," you retorted. Silence. "Tomlinson, I'm gonna need you to kindly fuck off." You stormed away and this time, Louis didn't follow you.

Niall:

You absolutely despised that your school had co-ed swimming for PE. Each girl was forced to wear an ugly black one-piece swimsuit. If the boys didn't bring their board shorts, they had to wear speedos. You walked behind your best friend as y'all entered the pool area, desperate to hide your body from the boys. Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed throughout the pool. "Do you guys see (Y/N)?" Niall said, trying to be discreet with his voice. You heard, everyone heard. The girls didn't laugh, and only Niall's two buddies laughed along with him. "Why does he hate you so much?" One girl asked you. "Didn't he move here, like, two months ago?" You felt your face get hot. "I don't know." The truth is you and Niall have known each other since the beginning of time. Then, he moved away a year ago and now he was back. And he was fucking rude. Niall heard the conversation and automatically stopped laughing. He shook his head at you with a tiny glare. You had broken the rule. The rule that you two would never speak of how you two used to be childhood enemies.

Liam:

You were at another one of your daily wrestling practices. And you weren't on the girl's wrestling team. No. You're on the boy's. You didn't care. If you're good, who cared? Obviously the tallest boy there - Liam Payne - had a problem with you. As soon as you get there, Liam is staring daggers into your back. "Problem, Payne?" You grunted, annoyed. "You may act like a guy, but you definitely don't deserve to be on the boy's wrestling team," he told you. Ouch. "FYI, Niall did not deserve to be on the team. He doesn't have the right strength. Get over it," you sneered. Liam sighed. "You just don't get it, do you?" "Tell me more, Liam." You said, stepping on the mat. Liam stepped forward as well. You two were two inches apart at this point. "Go join cheerleading, it's what pussies do best," Liam said in a low voice. You've never seen him so intimidating. You tried not to show it, so you just stared at his chest as you replied; "Take your own advice, pussy." The other boys "ooohed". Liam squinted at you. "Whatever, just get out of my face, (Y/L/N)." "Gladly!" Once childhood enemies, always secretly wanting to tear of each other's clothes...

Zayn:

12 year old Zayn just thought he was such a badass. His eyebrows were cut in slits and he wore baggy clothes, thinking he's a 'gangsta'. He didn't know one bit about that. You watched in disgust as him and his 'gang' lingered around the swing set, looking up the unfortunate girls who wore skirts on the swings. You sighed. Zayn used to be your best friend. Then, his influences swooped in and turned him into...whatever he was trying to be. All of a sudden, Zayn looks in your direction. He bites his bottom lip and runs his tongue over the edge. True talent. You were sitting in the shade, preferring not to sweat in your sweatshirt and sweatpants. Oh great, Zayn was running over to you. None of his friends noticed him leave, nor did they probably care. "Hey (Y/N)," Zayn said with an evil smirk. "How do you know my name?" You asked. You knew, but you'd like to give Zayn the impression that you didn't care enough to remember his name. Under all your rage, Zayn was the hottest boy you've ever known. "I know your name 'cause I wanna, and I know you know mine, baby." You scoffed. "C'mon shawty, I know you want a 'lil!" You rolled your eyes. "Oh my god, go away, Zayn!" "See!" Zayn didn't look phased. "Catch ya on the flip side, (Y/N)!" And he was gone once again.

Harry:

Harry Styles thought he was so hipster. Well, he didn't admit it because 'true hipsters' didn't admit they were hipsters, but you knew Harry's always had a thing for hipsters. That's why you watch your ex-best friend hang out with his hipster friends under an oak tree. Ex-best friend meaning he decided being a nerdy outcast was 'too mainstream' and ditched you for supposedly cooler people. Like whatever. "(Y/N), why are you staring at the losers?" Your snobby new best friend, Ashley, asked in her 'what's going awn?' type voice. "They're just so loser-ish, OMG." You lied. "Wanna mess with them?" Ashley asked, her grin mischief  "I'm in, too!" Your other sassy friend, Louis Tomlinson chimed. Ashley and Louis looped their arms around yours and pulled you towards Harry's group. You had no choice but to follow. "Looky who we have here," Ashley said. "Harry and who?" "The other wannabe hipsters," Louis said. "More like hobos," you added. Oh no. You were being just as mean as Ashley and Louis. They were rubbing off on you... "(Y/N), Ashley, Louis, why don't you guys just go away?" Harry asked, confidently  "We don't care for your kinds existence." "Our kinds?" Louis gasped. "Let's just go," you suggested. With a final look at Harry, your crew clambered away.

///////
Tumblr:   Paynesticks.tumblr.com

Comment.VOTE.fan

Break a window,

Courtney.xx

•It's currently 3:26 am,  I have been awake for an hour. I tried going to sleep at 10:15 but really fell asleep at 11:40-ish. I'm running on almost nothing. Send iced coffee or better yet ice cream.
•Upon entering North Carolina all I could smell was literal sewer. It's disgusting af. Someone needs to clean that up. It's now 9:04 I have about three-four more hours until we get to South Carolina. I was in NC for like 2 1/2 hours.
•so while I had to wake up at 2:30 am and sit in a car for ten hours two little shit fake fans are going to see 5SOS in Hershey. Like what the actual fuck? They do t like their music they only think they are cute. Now I'm steamed! It's 12:14 now.
•An hour after going to the condo thing I went in the lazy river they have with my brother, slipped down the dumbass stairs and twisted my ankle. Like wtf with my luck?