Zayn: It was quiet for a few moments, and you were starting to wonder if Zayn actually cared. "Babe, I think you need to leave now..." you heard him say to his girlfriend. The next thing you heard was the front door slam shut. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door, and you already knew exactly who it was. You opened the door and stepped out, wiping away the last of your tears. "I'm sorry about that, Zayn, I didn't mean--" He cut you off by softly kissing you on the lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. As hard as it was, you quickly pulled away. "Zayn, you have a girlfriend," you reminded him. He sighed, still keeping a firm but gentle grip on your waist. "I'm so sorry about her. I should've seen how rude she was to you...and how rude I was to you too," he said. Then, before you could stop him, he leaned in for another kiss, but you forced yourself to pull away again. "Uh, Zayn. You still have a girlfriend," you repeated. He smirked and nodded. "I know. And I'm about to kiss her again," he said. You couldn't help but smile at his cheekiness as he placed another soft kiss on your lips.
Louis: You had just started up your car, when your phone went off. A call from Louis. You hesitated for a moment, then answered it. Before you could say anything, he attacked you with questions. "Y/N, where are you?? Is something wrong? Where are you going?" You weren't surprised he was being the protective best friend he'd always been. "I'm fine, Lou. I just felt a little sick, so I decided to leave, but I didn't want to wake you up," you lied, your voice shaking as the tears continued to stream down your face. The next thing you heard was the click of the phone. He'd hung up. You sat there, completely shocked and feeling more upset than you'd been before. Was he angry? You didn't have much time to think, because suddenly there was a knock on your window. "Please open the door," Louis pleaded. You reluctantly hopped out of the car, your cheeks stained with tears. "Hey, you're crying," he said softly. You rolled your eyes. "Thanks for noticing." Without saying another word, he pulled you into a big hug, except this time, he didn't let go. "You really, uh, like me?" he asked. You finally pulled away, nodding. You were expecting him to say something, but then, out of nowhere, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Seeing your shocked expression, he chuckled. "I guess we're more than best friends now," he said with a wink.
Liam: Before the door closed behind you, you saw someone slip inside. "Go away," you muttered, not bothering to look up. You assumed it was just one of your friends, until you glanced over and saw a familiar man leaning against the door. "You weren't joking were you?" Liam asked softly. You shot him an annoyed look in response, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, walking closer to you. At first, he didn't say anything. He just held your gaze for a few moments, but that was all it took. You couldn't stop yourself from blushing, and he chuckled. "You look cute when you blush," he commented. Still, you ignored him, scrolling through your phone. "Why won't you talk to me? I'm so sorry, Y/N," he said finally. "Well why should I bother? I obviously don't have a chance," you replied. Liam took a step closer to you, making you a bit uncomfortable--but in a good way, if that made any sense. You wanted to kiss him so badly. It was like he read your mind, because the next thing you knew, he was pressing his lips against yours. "Y/N? Hey, are you oka--" Niall started to say as he walked in, but he stopped when he saw the two of you. You and Liam pulled apart, blushing. "Liam, you're blushing just as much as Y/N," Niall said with a wink. It was true. You giggled as Liam only turned a darker shade of red.
Harry: The first place you thought to go was the bathroom, so you ran inside and slammed the door behind you, making sure to lock it too. What did you just do? Your friendship with Harry was probably ruined, and now you knew how he really felt. When you heard a knock on the door, you quietly mumbled, "Go away." "Can we please talk?" You heard a familiar voice--Harry's. Hearing his voice only made you more upset and angry. "Fuck off!" you yelled. You waited a minute. Silence. Then you jumped when the door burst open and Harry stumbled in. He obviously kicked it through. You glanced up at him, your legs pulled up to your chest as you sat on the cold floor. Shutting the door, Harry sat down next to you and sighed. "You probably hate me, don't you?" he said. "No, you're an insensitive jerk, but I don't hate you," you replied, refusing to look him in the eyes. The thing about Harry was that he didn't have to say anything to let you know what he meant. Being as gentle as he could, he stroked your cheek with his thumb and pulled you closer with his free arm. "I'm sorry. To be honest, I was afraid the boys would make fun of me for liking you back...But that's still no excuse for making the most beautiful girl cry," he said. "Beautiful?" you repeated in disbelief. He leaned in, inches away from your face. "Yes. Beautiful," he whispered, leaning in even closer to give you a soft kiss on the lips.
Niall: You sat on a bench outside, waiting for one of your friends to pick you up because you were clearly too drunk to drive. Just when you thought your tears were over, you heard Niall call your name as he ran over to you. You didn't even glance in his direction when he stumbled over to you. "What just happened?" he asked, plopping down beside you. You couldn't help but feel bad for him, seeing that the drinks had confused him a bit. "I told you I liked you," you replied quietly. "Well I like you too. You're my best friend," Niall said with a shrug. You sighed. "That's not what I mean." "Oh...But that's stupid, Y/N," he said. You stood up, glaring at him. "I'm glad you think I'm stupid," you said sarcastically. You turned to leave, when Niall grabbed your hand gently. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I just think it's crazy that you like someone like...me," he said. You were too shocked to say anything, so you sat back down and stammered to find the right words. Niall chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close. Then he tilted your chin up with his finger, making you look him in the eyes. His blue orbs stared into yours, keeping your gaze locked. You didn't notice it at first, but slowly, the two of you started to lean in. When your lips finally met, you felt Niall smile into the kiss. A few seconds later, you heard cheering and turned to see Harry with a cheeky grin on his face. Oops.
