a/n : Vampire preference since i'm so into tvd lately!!
Liam: There were mornings where you would wake up in your own bed even though you'd last remembered being at a party and making out with Liam Payne. A lovebite the size of Russia could be found somewhere on your boy, but you couldn't remember him ever doing anything to leave a mark that big. At school you would catch his eye as you passed in the halls on your way to class, his dark amber eyes would always shine brighter after a weekend party, but you figured that was more to do with the alcohol or weed than you. Weekend after weekend you found yourself being drawn to him, ending up making out in some room, even if you'd mentally sworn to yourself before the party that you wouldn't go there with him. You thought you had a thing going. He was irresistible, the captain of the football team, always able to be found after school kicking a ball around on the field. Girls flocked to him, but at parties you were always the one that he settled his sights on. One Thursday, you decided you wanted to talk to him about leaving his mark on you, so you headed out to the field behind the school. The sidelines were devoid of his usual fanclub and the field was empty, but it was too soon for him to have left yet. As you stood there, you didn't detect anyone approaching you from behind, but suddenly there were arms around your waist and lips sucking on your neck right over that already massive spot. You spun around and Liam stood grinning in front of you, his eyes a different shade of brown than you were used to, his grin a bit wider too. "We need to talk, Payne, about these love bites you keep leaving me with." He chuckled and pulled you into his, lightly tracing his fingers over the hidden mark. "Oh, that's not a love bite, babe. That's just a bite. Right over your jugular vein." His eyes lowered to your throat, his fingers now tracing the throbbing vein. "I'm already so hungry again." He licked his lips, "You taste so salty and sweet, like honey and - " Liam couldn't even finish his sentence before he'd ducked his head down, tugging on your hair so that you arched your neck for him. A nip at your throat and then you felt him kissing away, the feeling so soft and unusual, but pleasurable nevertheless even as you fell into unconsciousness.
Niall: He'd always been different, quirkier than all of the other guys that you'd dated. You just figured that that's how he was, that he had such pale skin that burnt at a touch of direct sunlight, unnaturally blue eyes, and his accent made his voice the most pleasurable one you'd ever heard. Not until you went home with him one night did you notice anything strange. Laying in his bed with him, you noticed two small pale scars on his shoulder. Too big and too far apart to be any insect, unlikely that they were from needles. Curiosity made you question him about them. "I doubt you'll believe me." He said, keeping an arm fast around you so you wouldn't be able to run away. He lowered his lips to your ear and whispered, "I'm a vampire." You giggled and pulled your head back, looking up at him expecting to see his grin, but all you saw was a solemn expression. "Are - Are you serious right now?" Like he'd expected, you tried to pry yourself away from him, but his strength had doubled and kept you pressed there right beside him. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N. Just let me show you, okay?" You nodded, curious still even after that confession. He opened his mouth, revealing his teeth, shifting and sharpening, his canines elongating into fangs. His eyes had changed drifted down the color spectrum to a darker shade of blue. "I won't hurt you." He promised, "Just please stay." And how could you walk away when his eyes sparkled like they did.
Zayn: You'd joked to him about it before. Saying that he could easily be a vampire with that level of beauty. He argued and said that vampires are ugly, hideous things, thirsty for blood and reeking of death, and Zayn smelled of cigarette smoke and his cologne, quite a pleasant combination. You never gave up on the subject though, he was beautiful and Twilight had instilled the image of beautiful vampires into your mind; vampires that acted just as humans but with more beauty and grace. Zayn had plenty of grace and even more beauty, but time and again he tried to dissuade you from thinking of him as a vampire. It was strange the amount of anger that one word caused him, so one day you finally confronted him about it. "Why do you always get so angry with me when I say it? I'm only joking!" He frowned and surely would've walked off had you not grabbed his hand, tugging on it even as he nearly dragged you off your feet. "Listen, Y/N, there's this - I have a past that you don't know. I don't want you to know. I got rid of it and I want to keep it that way. Talking about vampires brings it back to my mind and then neither of us will be in a safe place anymore, okay?" You didn't like that there was apparently a dangerous side to your boyfriend that you knew nothing about, so you began investigating. Searching Google with his name, going through old photo albums that he had tucked away on bookshelves, some even dating back to his grandparents. When you found nothing about him, you returned to him, demanding that if he loves you, he should tell you this secret of his past. Instead of telling you anything, he brought his shirt over his head, revealing more of his tattoos and also a tiny white scar over his heart. He took you hand in his and pressed it over that spot. No vibration, no beating or thrum of life came from beneath your palm. You looked up at Zayn. "I was bitten almost ninety years ago. It was a dark time then, a gang of vampires bit me so I'd be forced to join them. Before I tamed my hunger, they were all I could know. I did terrible things, Y/N. Things I don't want to even think about." You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, not willing to let go ever.
Harry: Harry had always been miserable to wake up in the mornings, so for the first few days, you thought nothing of it when he wouldn't get up, just mumbling and groaning and sending you away. At the time, the two of you were just friends, just roommates. You had a job, so you left and came home hours and hours later to find him still covered in his blankets in the bed, face buried in his pillow, and still not wanting to talk. You knew that tour wore him out, but never before had he been that tired. Hell, the night he got back he didn't seem tired at all judging by the sounds of him and some girl he'd brought home. Maybe it had been her that had worn him out so much. It must've been some night. On the afternoon of the fifth day, you decided that it was ridiculous. He couldn't just lay in bed for a week straight, you weren't even sure if he'd gotten up to pee or eat or anything. the blinds were drawn when you walked in, his body still in the same position. You sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to shake his arm. He had to get up. Before your hand had made contact, he'd moved. You weren't sure when, but suddenly he was upright, hunched over your arm and there was a searing pain burning up through your veins. Shocked for a few moments, you didn't react, you just stared down at the spot where his mouth was connected to your wrist, sucking on it. He seemed to come to himself abruptly, spinning away from you and pressing himself against the wall on the far side of the room in a matter of milliseconds. Bright neon green irises had replaced his usually calm blue-green ones. A small trickle of red was at the corner of his mouth and you noticed for the first time the indents on his throat. Your roommate's a vampire.
Louis: A fire crackled in front of you as you were camping with your friends, listening to them telling stories. Everything from gossip stories to scary stories. You weren't taking part in it, too tired to do more than listen. "Y/N, will you come get more firewood with me?" One of your friends asked. You considered saying no, but her eyes were pleading, so you stood up and followed her into the trees, her neon green jacket acting as a beacon in the dark. She was humming a song, roaming through the trees a few feet in front of you when you heard a crack echo through woods. "Did you hear that?" You asked her, looking around for the source of the noise even though it was too dark to see a thing. "Y/F/N?" She had disappeared without a trace. No sign of her neon jacket or anything. It occurred to you that it was probably just your friends playing a joke on you. "Oh, haha, very funny! Joke's on your! I'm not scared of the dark and I know how to get back to the camp." You spun in circles, making sure that your friend wasn't around anywhere and then you stopped, freezing as you tried to remember exactly which way you'd just come from. There it was again, that cracking sound like a snapping twig underfoot. "Y/F/N?" You asked, your voice suddenly going faint. It sounded again to your right, so you backed up to your left, but you should've remembered the thing about echoes is that they can be deceiving in large wooded areas such as this. You turned around a tree, hiding behind it only to be rewarded with the sight of a strange man, hunched over the body of your friend. His gaze snapped up to you, blue eyes flashing in the sudden burst of moonlight that broke through the canopy of leaves in that moment. Even with his lips stained red from your friend, you couldn't draw your eyes away, the insane beauty and delicateness of his face, entrancing you long enough for him to reach you, pressing you back into the rough bark of the tree.
