Liam: He absently chewed one his sandwich, tearing off small pieces at a time. His gaze focused on the wooden picnic table, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously. Your friends had left, leaving you by yourselves. You finished off your bag of chips, dusting off your hands and shoving everything back into the brown paper bag. “It’s nice outside today, isn’t it?” You commented, trying to fill the awkward silence that had fell over both of you. He nodded, taking one final snip out of the edge of his sandwich, before settling it down on the plastic. “C-can I tell you something?” He murmured out nervously, fiddling with his fingers on top of the table, still not meeting your gaze. “Sure,” You answered, cocking your eyebrows. “I-I’ve always thought you were really pretty,” you watched as his cheeks grew a dark red color.,”a-and I’ve always kind of had this c-crush on you. I-I just t-thought I should tell you, since y-you helped me back there and stuff.” You smiled softly, reaching across the table to lay your much daintier hand on top of his. “Don’t be nervous. You know, I’ve always kinda liked you too.”
Zayn: You looked up as Zayn entered the room, your class book tucked tightly under one arm. You locked your phone, slowly sliding it off the table and into your pocket. Heaving out a heavy sigh, he slapped the books onto the table, plopping like a sack of flour into the seat across from you. “Let’s get this over with,” He muttered, thumbing through the pages before pulling the book open. “What’s your problem?” You stated suddenly, glaring at the boy across from you. “Why are you such a douche to me? I thought you were quiet.” He glared behind his dark glasses, “I’m being a douche because I know how girls like you are. I thought I’d beat you at your own game. I’ve been around girls like you before, you don’t like quiet boys like me. You make fun of people like me, talk about us behind your back.” You narrowed your eyes, “You don’t know me.” He shrugged, passing you a blank notebook piece of paper and a pen. “I don’t have to. Now I’m here to teach you, not to become best friends. Flip to page 422 and do number five for me.”
Louis: "Hey, uhm, Louis?" You hesitantly approached the blue eyed boy at his locker, tucking your books tighter to your chest. He turned around, again startled at your voice. Glasses didn’t come completely off this time, but they bounced down to the tip of his nose. Blushing brightly, he shoved them back up, coughing into his balled fist. "H-Hi." "Could you maybe do something for me?" Blue irises swam with confusion, "What do you need?" Kicking your foot against the tile floor you inquired, "Could you maybe teach me to play piano?" He was silent for a moment, before nodding rapidly, a breath taking smile spreading across his face. "Yeah of course I can! We could go right now, since it’s free period. Or maybe we could stay after school today or something.." he trailed off, eyes darting down to the ground as his cheeks again tinted red. "If that’s okay with you." You nodded with a soft smile, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Sounds perfect to me," you reached around to grab his wrist tugging his flustered figure down the quickly emptying hallway, "C’mon, let’s go!"
Niall: "Hey Niall," You greeted, opening the front door wider to let him in. "C-Come on in, we can head up to my room. My parents aren’t going to be home for the night, so we’ll have everything to ourselves." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans, blonde fringe flopping over his crystal eyes as he shuffled in. You led him up to your room, motioning for him to sit on the end of your bed. Sauntering over to your book case, you pulled off all of your school text books, piling them onto the fluffy comforter in front of him. "I thought you needed help with your English class," He murmured, using one finger to push up his glasses. You giggled, shaking your head, "No I need help with everything. You said so yourself. You saw my grades." He grunted, lifting the top book on the pile off, and settling the rest onto the floor. You both shifted to your stomachs, the book open between the two of you. "Now," he inquired, leaning closer to you, "what’s the noun in this sentence?" You bit your lip, eyes following the curve of his face, the blue of his eyes, the red of his lips, the strands of his hair. "So cute," You breathed out. "What was that?" "Oh, uhm, nothing.."
Harry: You shifted around the books in the bottom of your locker, desperately searching for your pen and pencil that you had carelessly tossed in before lunch. “Yes!” You whispered to yourself, pulling both into your fingers. Hopping to your feet, you shoved the locker door closed and turned on your heel, only to meet a nervous looking Harry Styles, His hands shoved into his pockets, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Something you need, Harry?” You questioned, eyebrows curving. “Oh!” His head shot up, startled. One hand began to nervously pull through his dark curls as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “I-I was just, uhm, wondering, if you, uh, you know, maybe wanted to, uhm, go out for dinner later?” You prepared to answer before he cut you off again, speaking frantically, “I mean, you don’t have to. I know you have other friends, and probably have plans, and forget I asked..” He trailed off, looking away. “You know, I actually don’t have plans tonight,” You mused, “Of course I’ll come. Pick me up at seven.”
