Harry (1960s): It was a muddy morning in 1969, you and Harry were wide awake after your third night of magic at Woodstock. All night long, you two dropped acid and rocked out to your favorite bands in the muddy hills of Vermont. To him, you had never looked so beautiful, covered in mud, top off, hair tangled, and dancing around like maniac. It was the moment you two had been waiting for, the reason you defied your parents and snuck to this "Flower Child" festival in the first place, Jimi Hendrix was about to go on stage. Maybe it was the drugs, but you and Harry felt infinite as he began to play, dancing together as if no one else was there.Louis (1980s): "Enough of this Madonna and Olivia Newton John, Y/N. You need some real music." Louis said with your hand in his, pulling you into the record store. "Are you saying that I don't know real music?" You asked. He grinned, "That's exactly what I'm saying." Making you pout. He begins to pull out various rock records: AC/DC, The Clash, David Bowe, Poison, the list goes on and on. "And for the girly girl, some Cyndi Lauper." You two make your way to the register, as the guy rings you up, he nods in approval at all of Lou's selections. "Huh," You said, "Who knew a pretty boy like you could be such a rocker."
Niall (1950s): You wave goodbye to your dad with Niall on your arm as you walk away from your front porch and towards his car. It was your first date, you were so nervous as you two drove to the drive in and parked in the perfect spot for the movie. It was your favorite, Roman Holiday, you always adored Audrey Hepburn. About half way through the film Niall looked over at you, "Ya know, you're just as beautiful as her... Audrey." You blushed, letting him put his arm around you. "You flatter me..." You said. Slowly he leans in to kiss you and you melt into his arms. For the rest of the movie, he held you, taking kisses whenever he pleased.
Liam (1940s): "Don't cry, Sweetheart." Liam hugged you tightly in the train station, "I'll be back before you know it." You continued to cry in his arms, trying to to get makeup all over his uniform. "I'm gonna miss you so much." I sniffed. He kissed your head, "I'll miss you too, but I'll write as much as I can." "You promise?" You asked. "I promise." He smiled and kissed you one last time before getting on the train. You watch him find his seat in the windows, you can't help but follow him to say goodbye one last time. "Liam!" You called up to him. He leaned out the window, "Yes?" "I forgot to say I love you." You stood on your tip toes and gave him a kiss. "Marry me?" He asked, "As soon as I get home." You nodded profusely, "Yes, of course." And you too kiss passionately one last time.
Zayn (1920s): He saw you from across the room smoking with your girlfriends, he knew he just had to get you to dance with him. He walks over to the bar and orders you a drink for the bartender to give you and makes eyes at you once you receive it. You giggle and blush, running your hands through your newly bobbed hair. Finally, he walks over to you but instead of talking, he just holds his hand out for a dance. You accept and make your way to the middle of the floor. Within seconds he has you twirling and giggling to the music, he even lifts you up and swings you around making everyone stop and stare for a bit.
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