Harry: You've just turned down Harry's date request for the fifth time this week. Everyday for a month he's asked you out whether it be in person or over Twitter. Every time he's asked you'd give him the same answer. As you walked out of a store he followed behind you. "Why won't you give me a chance?" He called after you. "You think I don't know you're reputation? I refuse to be one of THOSE girls Harry. How do I know that after you get in my pants you aren't going to call the next day?" He looked at you for a moment then grabbed the back of your head pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Because you are nothing like those other girls and I have genuine and true feelings for you. Just let me show it to you please," his fingers put pressure into the back of your neck, slightly massaging it. "Fine, but one slip up and I swear your ass is going to be kicked to the curb!" You said sternly pointing a finger in his face. "That won't even be a problem," he smirked taking your hand and kissing it.
Liam: You and Liam have been dating for practically a month now. Ever since you met two months ago you've been spending every day together. Things were made official after the fourth date but things have been going kind of slow and you haven't even kissed yet. Your sitting with your legs across his lap watching a movie. You take the remote turning the television off. "Something wrong babe?" He looked at you. "Why haven't you kissed me yet? I know we're taking things slow but I just didn't think we'd be moving at a glacial speed. I'm feeling like we aren't on the same page right now and-" Liam's hand crawled your leg to grab your attention. "Sweetheart you're rambling," he smiled making you smile. Then he leaned forward capturing your lips with his. "Worth the wait?" He smiled. "Definitely. But let's not wait that long again," you said leaning in again.
Louis: You were currently on your first date with Louis. After knowing each other for a year he finally decided to ask you out and you couldn't have been any more thrilled. He brought you to a cliff overlooking the city for a small picnic. Louis stood up, went to the car, and turned on the radio. "May I have this dance my lady?" He stuck his hand out to you. "Yes you may good sir," you grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up to your feet. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist as you slung yours from his neck. As he rested his forehead against yours Louis sang softly along with the radio. "Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you." "I'm not sure but I think you can have a serious career as a singer," you joked. "Oh you don't say? I should look into that," he smiled. As the song ended you took a couple of steps back sitting on the hood of the car, admiring the city view. "This has almost been the perfect date," you smirked. "Almost? Anything I can do to change that?" He stood in between your legs with his hands resting on your thighs. Before you could say anything he leaned forward pressing a deep kiss to your lips. The sheer impact made you fall back slightly bringing him with you. "Perfect," you whispered against his lips. "I aim to please," he smiled cupping your face.
Niall: You lay flat on your back on your front lawn with you head resting in your hands. You’ve been sitting out outside for almost an hour because your boyfriend just broke up with you. Though you felt as though you should be sad you had no emotion, maybe because you were practically in love with someone else. “Hey babe,” Niall rested beside you on his stomach. “How are you feeling?” He took your hand in his. “I’m fine actually,” you nodded. He searched your eyes for a moment to make sure you weren’t lying. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow. You stood up and rubbed your arms. “I mean, I know I should be upset or something, but I'm not. The right guy is out there for me I just had to wait,” you said. “And hope that he notices me,” you mumbled. “What was that then?” Niall rose to his feet dusting the grass off his jeans. “It doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “Come on tell me,” he grabbed your arm bringing you in closer to his chest. You felt the air around you tense which was relieved by the sprinkler going off. “We should head inside,” you accidentally whispered. You started to go but he tugged on your hand bringing you in for a kiss. “Sorry, I took so long,” he smiled at you.
Zayn: You and Zayn weren’t exactly friends. You were friends with every single member of One Direction except him. You admitted that he was attractive (obviously) but his cocky persona turned you off automatically. You haven’t gotten along since the day you met and he was always making jokes about you. Today while the six of you were hanging out at Harry and Louis’ flat, he took it too far. This had resulted in you storming out and currently walking home. “(Y/N)!” Zayn called. You looked behind you rolling your eyes and quickening your walk. “I'm sorry!” He caught up to you. “You’re sorry?!” You abruptly turned away. “You have made my life a living hell since day one. You’ve cracked every single joke at my expense chipping away at my self esteem and you're sorry?! Get away from me Zayn!” You pushed him away and turned to keep walking. He immediately grabbed your arm with one hand, the back of your head with another, crashing your lips together. “I guess I was just afraid of getting close to you so I started acting like an ass. You are beautiful baby and I’m sorry for treating you like you weren’t,” his thumb trailed up and down your cheek bone. “Well, I guess you're forgiven,” you smiled leaning into the palm of his hand.