One Direction Preference List Novels & Stories

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

She smells like vanilla and sunshine and I want to bury my face in her silky brown hair and stay there forever. The beach that we are headed to is about twenty minutes away. The weather is perfect today, sunny and 85 degrees outside, without a single cloud in the sky. Delilah is quick to commandeer my radio, putting on their current favorite song from One Direction. I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Is it bad that my girl's favorite band isn't the one I'm in? I'll have to work harder on making her a fan. Delilah's taste in music has always been varied though. She likes a little bit of everything from punk rock to country. She even introduced me to one of my favorite bands, Nirvana. I

"Why bother calling him? Isn't it enough that he nearly got Felix killed?" Felix lowered his head, trying to hide the smug look in his eyes. He put on a guilty expression before looking up at them. "Mom, Dad, don't be mad at him. Sean has just never forgiven me for getting the overseas scholarship instead of him. I understand why he hates me." I couldn't help but laugh. Even in my death, Felix was still trying to sow discord between me and my parents. However, my parents would never see through him. In their eyes, he would always be the better son.

“You are in a marriage and you have an adorable kid, that's what nice.” We both went silent for a while, both of us wondering what my reply to the questions she had asked meant for me now. Knowing the truth hadn't helped at all, if anything, it had made me very confused. More confused. “Hmmn, last question….” “I’m done answering.” “Just one more, who do you like more, Damon or Declan?” “Declan, obviously cause I knew him in the past.” The magical ball glowed red.

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

He nodded, “but you won’t be with all four of us at the same time every time. We know there will be times you are with just one of us or two of us and that’s okay, we won’t get jealous. You have to have individual relationships with each of us and one with all of us to make this work, we know that. We can plan something, so you don’t have to worry about one or two of us having more dates than the others if you want.” “Okay,” She nodded, “I don’t want to worry about jealous or favoritism or anything like that.” Asher chuckled, “We already know Raze is the favorite, Babe. You knew him before us, it’s to be expected. Don’t worry about it. As long as we get time with you as well, we don’t mind.”

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.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

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.