Harry: "Give me like another ten minutes, okay babe?" you asked of your boyfriend. "But I want to see you now," Harry whined over the phone. You looked nervously to Liam, who was waiting on the couch. "Ten minutes." Harry groaned. "Fine." You both said goodbye and then you focused on Liam again. "Now, where were we?" you said, sitting in his lap and running your fingers through his hair. "I think maybe...here," he said, kissing your lips gently. That was the difference between Liam and Harry. Harry was all about the fun and the sex. Liam was all about your feelings and your happiness. He was just so sweet..."(Y/N), I know you don't want to hear this right now," Liam said between kisses, "but I really think we should tell Harry. He's like my brother and it kills me to--" "I know," you said, pulling away from him. "You hate lying to him, and I do too...but I don't know what to do. I'm kind of enjoying this for now." You kissed him again, and then got up and grabbed your purse, ready to go to Harry's hotel room.
Louis: "Louis!" you shout as your boyfriend comes running towards you. He had been gone for over a month on tour. Louis picks you up and pulls you into a big hug. The cameras around you go crazy, eager to catch you two in your happy little moment. "I've missed you so much, babe," Louis whispers into your ear. "You too, babe," you agree, but over his shoulder you're staring at Zayn. You hadn't seen Zayn for just as long, and missed him just as much. Zayn whispers seven o'clock, and you know exactly what he means. You spend the rest of the day with Louis, and then excuse yourself at six thirty. You tell him you have to shower before your dinner date. But instead you meet Zayn at his apartment. It was your usual arrangement, sneaking around to see each other whenever you could. When you see Zayn, he pulls you close to him and kisses you passionately. "I missed you, (Y/N)," Zayn tells you. "More than you know." "I know, Zayn," you agree. "I missed you too. But we're going to have to make this quick, babe. I have to be back at Louis's in half an hour." You bring your lips to his again as you start unbuttoning his shirt.
Liam: "You guys don't mind if I go take a shower, do you?" Liam asks you and Niall. You three had been having a movie night. You'd think it would be awkward, watching movies with your real boyfriend and your secret boyfriend, but you always had fun. Liam and Niall were your two favorite people in the world. That's why you just couldn't stand to choose one of them. You knew it was selfish and wrong, but you had to be with them both. "It's totally fine," you tell Liam. "Thanks, love." He gives you a quick peck on the lips before running to the bathroom. With Liam gone, Niall scoots closer to you on the couch. "We're finally alone..." he says with a smirk. "I know," you say, wrapping your arms around him. "I've been waiting all night to do this." Niall touches your chin and gently pulls your lips to his. You two kiss until you hear Liam's water stop running.
Niall: "Oh, someone has to grab lunch," Niall announces. You were hanging out with all of the boys one Saturday, just watching movies and playing games. It sometimes made you nervous to be with all of the boys, considering your relationship with Louis. But Niall never seemed to notice the tension. "(Y/N) and I can go pick it up," Louis suggested, sneaking a glance at you. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, it'll be fine. Right, (Y/N)?" "Oh, yeah," you agree quickly. "I'll just grab my purse." You do, along with your jacket, and then you and Louis head out to grab lunch for everyone. Louis is driving and pulls into a parking lot a few blocks away from Niall's place. "What are you doing?" you ask when Louis parks. "Something we've both been wanting to do all day," he says before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You don't resist. He was right anyway. Louis pulls you into the backseat and things get pretty steamy before you realize you really do need to pick up lunch before anyone gets suspicious.
Zayn: You are at a movie premiere's after party with the boys. Since you were Zayn's girlfriend, you had been invited to come along. It was a lot of fun. You definitely enjoyed going to the celebrity parties. You were sitting at the bar, watching Zayn mingle with the rich and famous, when Harry came up behind you. "You look beautiful, (Y/N)," he whispers in your ear. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you don't mind it. You fooled around with Harry a lot and even his most slurred sentence turned you on. You felt his hand graze the small of your back and his lips quickly press into your neck. You turn around and grab his hand, pulling him away from all the people so no one could see you together. "Seriously, Harry?" you say. "Tonight? Here? I mean, Zayn..." "Is busy," Harry said simply. "And now, so are we." He pulls you into the coat closet and gives you a thrilling kiss, not wasting one second unzipping your dress.
