Niall: You told him you waited for three dates before you would kiss someone, and like the perfect gentleman he was he listened to you. He seemed really eager to get to three dates; after three weeks of seeing each other you were walking home from your third date. The night was warm and the stars in the sky were glistening, and the only light that illuminated you two was the moon. You guys had stopped in the park on the way home from your date, and he stopped you by the water, turning towards you and taking your small hands in his big ones. Your heart pounded in your chest- this was it. He was going to kiss you. He let go of one of your hands and put it softly on your cheek, pulling your face towards his. You could smell the flowers from the park and his spicy cologne, an intoxicating scent that you'd like to smell forever. His soft lips met yours softly, a slow, sweet kiss. Then, he drew back slightly and looked at you. "You're perfect," he said.
Liam: He had stopped by at your work to see you, something he'd done once before. You worked at a makeup store, and seeing him surrounded by all the makeup, looking at it confused, made you giggle and blush. The store was empty except for you, because it was a Wednesday. There were almost no customers on Wednesdays. He grinned as he caught your eye, making his way to where you stood behind the counter. "Why do girls use this stuff, anyways?" He asked, motioning to the endless supply of foundations, eyeliner, powders, eyeshadow, fake eyelashes, mascaras, and lip glosses that were distributed throughout the store. "Well," you said, "To look prettier." He laughed and grabbed your hand, him on one side of the counter and you on the other. "You don't need makeup, darling. You're beautiful just the way you are." You blushed and a small smile crept across your face. Before you could register what he was doing, not that you would've stopped him anyways, he leaned across the counter and kissed you on the lips. His lips tasted sweet.
Zayn: He called you up one night and told you that he was coming to your house. He wasn't your boyfriend, but you two were very flirty and cuddly. The one thing he hadn't done yet was kiss you. You ached for his perfect lips to meet yours everything he came close, but you were a firm believer that the boy should kiss the girl first. He rang your doorbell and as soon as you opened the door he grabbed you and picked you up into a huge hug, squeezing tight. "Zayn," you giggled as he started tickling you, "Put me down!" He carried you through the door and managed to close it behind you while still holding you. "Fine," he said, putting you down but still keeping his hands on your waist. He pulled you close. Was this the moment? "I have to ask you two things," he said softly, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" You nodded and whispered yes, loosing yourself in his beautiful brown eyes. "And the second thing.. Can I kiss you?" You nodded again, feeling your face flush red. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His lips met yours, and they tasted exactly what you imagined them to taste.
Louis: "I'm taking you out," he texted you, your heart skipping a beat as it always does whenever his name showed up on your phone. You waited by the window for his car to pull up the driveway. He had asked you out a few weeks ago but still hadn't kissed you. You smiled and walked out your front door when you saw his car pull up. "Hey babe," he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a long hug. "Hi," you said, pulling back so you could get a look at his perfect face. His blue eyes glistened as they gazed into yours, and you couldn't help yourself. Leaning your head forward, you closed you eyes and kissed him. He didn't seem to be surprised, tightening his hold on your waist and kissing you back. The warm sun shone on your back as you kissed, making this day by far the best yet.
Harry: He phoned you in the afternoon, begging you to come over. "I can't," you said, looking at the pile of homework that still remained on your desk. "I've got homework." "Pleaaaaaaaaasssseeeee baby," he whined, his voice making you smile. "Well, I suppose I could come over for a little bit," you said. After you two hung up, you put on your shoes and walked the short walk down to his house. He lived a few blocks away, in a warm, cozy apartment. You rang the doorbell and he opened the door, his face spreading into a smirk. You smiled, leaning forward to hug him. Cheeky as Harry was, you knew his hands were going to teasingly land on your butt. Which was exactly what happened. "Harry," you squealed, laughing as you swatted his hands away. "Sorry," he said, "I just couldn't help myself. Just like I can't help myself from doing this." Before you could tell him no or to slow down, he grabbed you and pulled you into a sweet, long, hard kiss.
