Niall: He texted you asking you out for dinner. Of course, you agreed. He came in his car to pick you up and held the door open for you like a true gentleman. The inside of his car was a little messy, but it smelled like his cologne. "Where are we going?" you asked as he began driving down the road. He looked at you and grinned. "Nando's." You pretended to roll your eyes, but secretly you loved that place just as much as he does. He paid for your dinner- it tasted like the best dinner of your life. He then drove you home and kissed your cheek goodnight, leaving you feeling on tip of the world.
Liam: He phoned you to ask you out on a date, asking to speak to your dad to get permission first. He came to the door exactly at the time he told you he would, shook your dads hand and told him you'd be home by nine. You grinned as he grabbed your hand and lead you to his car. You could tell that your dad liked him just as much as you did. "Where are we going tonight?" you asked. "Well, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and have a picnic," Liam said, pulling up in the deserted beach parking lot. You two sat on a blanket on the beach as the sun blew out, and he held your hands as you watched the waves. Like promised, he had you home by eight o clock sharp. It was the perfect night, the best night of your life.
Zayn: He texted you, asking you if he could take you out to the movies. You agreed without hesitiation, excited to be able to sit with him and hold his hand in the dark. He pulled into your driveway and held his car door out for you, driving the short distance to your towns small movie theater. He paid for your ticket and bought you a chocolate bar, and grabbed your hand as the lights in the theater dimmed. You can't even remember what movie you watched, the only thing you were paying attention to was the way his large, rough hands felt wrapped around yours and how he smelled so good. When the movie ended, you were a little disappointed that he didn't try to kiss you, but the date was still the most perfect date ever.
Louis: He rang your doorbell, and when you answered you had never been so happy to see someone in your life. "Hi," you said shyly, delighted that he was here but wondering why. "Can I take you out tonight?" he asked in his beautiful British accent, his blue eyes gazing into yours. "You can," you said, feeling your face go red and your heart skip a beat. He chuckled. Thirty minutes later, you two were dining in a fancy restaraunt the next town over. "The restaraunt is beautiful," you breathed as you walked in. "So are you," Louis said, smiling at you as he put a hand on the small of your back and lead you to a table for two. He insisted on paying for your meal and drove you home, leaving you wondering how someone could be so perfect.
Harry: He phoned you at three thirty on a Sunday afternoon, asking how quick you could be ready to have dinner with him. "Um.." you said, grabbing your purse. "About two seconds." He laughed, a deep laugh that made your heart flutter. He came to pick you up and gave you a quick kiss on the nose hello, then drove you in the direction towards his house. "Where are we going, Harry?" you asked. He grinned his signature cheeky smile. "My place." You laughed and swatted his arm. A shiver of complete joy ran up your spine. He had dinner set up on his balcony that overlooked the park, and you two ate dinner that he cooked himself. "This is so perfect, Harry," you said, looking at the incredible view he had from his balcony. "You're so perfect too," he said, sounding like he meant every word. "Now lets get you out of this dress." You giggled and swatter his arm again. "Not yet Harry, not yet."
