Harry:
You were cozily tucked into bed, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling through your "For You" feed on TikTok. Today was a Harry day. Your feed was filled with clips from Harry's "Love on Tour" performances—every move, every smile, every little detail he perfected on stage. And then, there were the edits. The sexy edits where Harry danced in slow motion, ran his fingers through his hair, or gave that intense, smoldering look into the camera. You couldn't help but let out a small fangirl squeal. It was just too much.
Just as you reached a particularly steamy edit—Harry running his hand suggestively down his pants, making certain things... noticeable—the door to your bedroom opened. You were so absorbed in TikTok that you didn't notice, your eyes glued to the screen, biting your lip.
"What are you watching so intently?" The deep voice sent your heart into a brief panic. You quickly turned around to see Harry leaning casually against the doorframe, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Nothing!" you blurted out, trying to act normal.
"Uh-huh," Harry murmured with amusement, starting to make his way toward the bed.
Your face flushed bright red as you frantically pressed your phone's screen off, like you could somehow erase the evidence. "If I didn't know better, I'd think I just caught you watching porn," he chuckled softly.
You rolled your eyes, but before you could protest further, Harry skillfully plucked the phone from your hands. Within seconds, he had reopened the app and was staring at the video on the screen, his brows slightly raised in disbelief.
Harry shook his head, his lips twitching into an amused smile as he looked at you. "I knew you thought I was cute, but this... this is something new," he teased, pointing at the TikTok. "Wow, this is basically softcore. Guess I need to work on my stage performance!"
"Yeah, you know, family show and all, right?" you replied sarcastically, earning a playful glare from him. You couldn't help but laugh.
"But seriously, why are you watching these? You get to see me live and in Color," Harry said, feigning disbelief.
Your eyes widened. "It's just... well, the edits are really well-made, okay?"
Harry pulled you closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "I think it's cute how into me you are."
"Well, what can I say? You decided to date a fan... We all have our weak moments," you said with a playful grin.
Harry laughed heartily and leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, "I could give you a live performance right now, just for you."
Your heart started racing at his words, and you couldn't hide the grin spreading across your face. "Alright," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder, "but only if you've got the moves like in those edits."
Harry burst out laughing, pulling you even closer. "I'll do my best."
Liam:
You're comfortably lounging on the couch, phone clutched in your hand, scrolling through a Twitter hashtag all about Liam. Fans have been extra active today, posting countless photos—shots from his latest appearances or screenshots from his recent gym vlog on YouTube. Your eyes lock onto one picture in particular: Liam, shirtless, only in shorts, his muscles on full display. Without thinking, you zoom in on every little detail—his arms, his chest, even the veins on his hands. Your gaze is completely fixed on the image.
With a quiet giggle, you swipe to the next photo and do the exact same thing. "How can anyone look like this?" you mutter under your breath as you zoom in even more, your finger sliding over the screen. You're so focused, you don't hear the door quietly open behind you.
