LIAM:
Sitting at one of the small round tables in the local coffee shop had become a weekly ritual for you. You ordered the same thing every time, and you sat at the same table, near the long window at the front corner of the shop. You’d watch as people shuffled in and out, hot beverages poised carefully in their hands. Everyone appeared to be in such a rush, life moving way too fast. One sunny, Friday afternoon, a broad shouldered man came strolling into the coffee shop, an air of confidence radiating off of him. His eyes were golden, like the color of honey, and he seemed to move differently than every one else. He was in less of hurry, taking his time perusing the extensive menu. He ordered a coffee and sat at a table just a few seats away from yours. You ducked your head, and averted your eyes, not wanting him to catch you starring. You peaked over at him again, subtly trying to get a better look. He glanced up just as your eyes settled on him, and he flashed you a warm smile. You felt the blush heating your fair skin, but there was no hiding the smile on your face. He got up to join you where you sat, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew the effect he was having on you.
HARRY:
He’d been watching you dance all night, wanting more than anything to be the one dancing along with you. He swallowed the last of his drink and maneuvered his way over to where you stood. He leaned in close, placing a hand gently to your arm. His voice came low in your ear, accent husky when he said, “Does your boyfriend know you can move it like that?” He flashed you an intoxicating smile, two dimples appearing at the corners of his upturned lips. He was gorgeous, and mysterious in every way. “Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied coolly, raising your eyebrows suggestively at him. You took a step closer, and flashed him a white tooth smile. Starring straight into his green eyes, his irises grew dark as you looped your arms around his neck. You tangled your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, and he snaked his long arms around your waist, drawing your body tight against him. He moved your bodies together, back and forth in time with the music. Dancing with him was effortless, and exciting. There was something in the way he moved, something about how his hands rested on the small of your back, that made you feel safe. He was a stranger to you, but still he made you feel secure. He made you feel alive, and it was thrilling.
NIALL:
Your favorite song came floating through the speakers, and you smiled, jumping up to crank up the volume on the stereo. You danced around your bedroom, letting all your cares roll off your back. You bopped your head to the beat, rolling your hips from side to side, smiling as you sang along to every word. Niall sat at the edge of your four-poster bed, with a wide grin forming on his face, his blue eyes the color of the evening sky. You twirled around gracefully, throwing your arms above your head. The hem of your t-shirt rose an inch, exposing a sliver of your porcelain skin beneath. The faded blue jeans you wore hung low on your hips, and Niall swore he saw black ink marking your skin. He crossed over to you, hooking a thumb over the smooth denim, lowering them the slightest bit. “Niall what are you–?” He cut you off midsentence, thumb tracing the little star design. “Since when do you have a tattoo,” he asked, words laced with intrigue. You smirked, a chuckle escaping your parted lips. “You like it?” You retorted, placing your hands flat to his chest. He swallowed hard, running his tongue over his bottom lip. You were one continuous mystery to him, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to figure you out. “Does your daddy know?” he asked, taking a step back. You scoffed, “yeah right! He’d kill me if he ever found out.” He shook his head, laughing, and unable to hide the awe he had for you.
LOUIS:
You glanced at Louis out of the corner of your eye, watching him as he sat with his hands hooked behind his head, clear blue eyes lazily starring at the TV screen. His floppy brown hair fell casually over his forehead, and he looked content, sitting on the sofa beside you. You chewed on your lip as you thought about the memories you’d created together. It was years of friendship shared between the two of you, always there to support the other, through thick and thin. One day you looked at him, his eyes the color of the Pacific Ocean, as his laugh covered the soft features of his face, and suddenly you felt something inside of you shift. Your heart had suddenly felt heavy with the weight of your unspoken feelings, and you felt so guilty, lusting after your best friend, when you already had a boyfriend of your own. But no matter how much time passed, no matter how hard you tried to deny your feelings, it was no use. Your heart was too strong. You were falling in love with him. As if he could feel your eyes on him, he looked over at you, a smile playing on his lips. “What’s up?” he asked quietly. “I– I want…” you let your words trail off, and in a moment of courage, you pressed your lips quickly to his. You moved in closer, keeping your mouth locked on his, and his fingers twisted in your hair, drawing you in further. “(Y/N). Wait, we can’t. We can’t do this.” He got up, moving away from you, running his hands roughly through his hair. “You have a boyfriend,” he whispered, disappointment rising in his voice.
ZAYN:
When he looked at you he saw everything about you. He saw the physical traits you possessed, like your vibrant eyes, and the way your soft pink lips formed a smile. He saw the way your hair fell delicately down the length of your back, framing your round face as you leaned forward. But there was so much more to you than the way you looked, and he saw those things too. Even the things you assumed no one else knew. Zayn had memorized a long time ago, what your heart looked like. He knew that it was strong and brave, and beating wildly for adventure. It was easy to see how open you kept your heart, allowing your love for others to consume every part of you. He knew the little things, like your least favorite color, and the fact that you liked to reread a book at least three times. Yes, Zayn knew you better than you realized. But the one thing he never could figure out was whether or not you knew how he truly felt about you. Did you see the way his eyes lingered after you laughed? Did you know that he spent hours sketching pictures of you when he couldn’t sleep at night? He wondered if you realized the effect you had on him, and how just the simple way you spoke his name could send his heartbeat into overdrive. He also wondered if he’d ever have to answers to these questions, or if he’d spend the rest of his life loving you only in his heart.
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