One Direction Prefer Novels & Stories

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

He was looking at me intensely so I shifted my gaze and looked at the floor, knowing how my cheeks were betraying me. I recovered quickly and asked the next question, "Ok, what's your favourite color, food, band, celebrity?" "Whao, whao, one question at a time. Um... green, I love Mexican food, don't particularly like any, probably Jennifer Lawrence." I gaped at him when he said he doesn't like any band. "Set it off, 5SOS, One-Direction, BTS, Atc, they're all great bands, how could you not like any one of them?!"

Told them to get back to practice like she wasn't eating up every word. They just laughed, totally buying the 'shy and humble' act. Please. Maverick stared at the stage, stone-faced. No denial. No reaction. Just enough silence to look like agreement. I followed his gaze—and bam, flashback. Back in school, he'd shown interest in Quincey, the dance academy girl. Even asked why I never tried ballet. That was the first time my crush on him felt... threatened. One dumb comment. That's all it took for me to sign up for ballet.

Sienna’s smell still haunted me, unrelenting, scorched to my bones. “We need a Luna, Ronan,” Elder Marcus said, voice stern, with a tablet in his hands. “The stability of the pack relies upon it. You’re unmated, distracted. Choose someone.” Silence fell over the room, as all eyes on me. I snarled, my wolflike voice growling out the sound from deep in my throat, and pressed forward, my eyes boring into his. “I pick nobody,” I said, each word weighted.

“Oh my, look at those kids. They’re so in love!” “The girl is gorgeous, and the guy is handsome too!” “I wish my daughter had a cute boyfriend like him. Too bad she never leaves the house. She won’t even find an ugly one, let alone a handsome one.” Their voices faded as they walked away. I froze in place. Camelia had said she was busy… Why was Grayson here, then? Confusion churned inside me. Then, the answer came. At around 3:00 pm, Grayson posted new photos on his social media. It was a nine-grid collage. He was wearing a white suit. His pale skin was smooth and luminous under the light.

He suggested. "Okay. My favourite song is by Attention by Charlie Puth. My favourite band is One Direction. Five Seconds of Summer are cool too but I'm more of a Directioner. I don't like Harry Potter, Twilight is my favourite. I like vanilla flavour. My brother and mom always fight with me about which is the best flavour. For me, it's vanilla, my mom likes chocolate, Ryan likes strawberry. I love Nutella, who doesn't? I-" "I don't," Darren said, cutting me off.

"You don't know what you are talking about. This is a great song." "Well, my ears are bleeding." I couldn't take it anymore, I lean towards the radio and turn the knob, hoping to find a radio station with a decent song. Suddenly, One Direction's 'Live While We're Young' blast from the radio. "Now, this is more like it." I said, resting my head on the headrest behind me. "Seriously? One Direction?" He queried, lifting his eyebrows at me for a second, before looking back to the road. I turn to look at him. "Yeah. They're pretty amazing. You don't have good taste." He shook his head, so I added, insistently. "They are so much better than the crap you were listening to!"

I love Harry Styles, and if you find that weird, then so be it. I wasn’t one of those girls who were into One Direction, in fact, I never really saw the appeal, and I am not shitting you. All the girls in elementary talked about One Direction like they were the best thing that had happened. I tried to listen to them, but I just couldn’t get into enjoying them, just like I never got the hype behind Taylor Swift. Again, no offence.

One even dragged its finger slowly across its neck in a slicing motion as it held eye contact with a wide eyed Lucas. It seemed like everyone hated him. He screamed into the sky in pure agony, probably looking like a lunatic but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but his mate right now. His mate that wanted nothing to do with him. "Woah what's up with you." Lucas looked at Marcus, the scrawny boy that had a crush on Ava, and watched as he left he children's home. He just sighed and started to walk away, already missing his cocoon of blankets with Ava's smell.

Want to know what you think? Carson blinked and tried to pay attention. "Uh... blue sounds nice?" The wedding planner gave a nod of agreement. Mr. MacPherson, you made a great pick. Blue is fashionable right now. Carson's thoughts strayed when the two women started talking about different shades of blue. He maintained to think about Alice. She seemed to like blue. He found out that he hadn't asked her what color she liked. His lack of knowledge about her was very great, and he may never have the chance to learn it all.