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15. You Tell Him You're A Virgin

Liam

"Tell me a joke," you lazily said lying in Liam's bed. You never got many lazy days with Liam but when you did, meaningless things would pass the time.

He furrowed his brow trying to think of a good one, "Why did the picture go to jail?" he asked.

You sighed, pretending to think, "Let me guess...he was framed," you answered.

"You could at least pretend you didn't know for once," Liam said causing you to giggle.

"I'm not going to laugh at something that isn't funny," you shrugged, sitting up.

"Fine I'll just make you laugh manually," he chuckled before tickling your sides.

"No, Liam stop!" you laughed, falling back onto the bed with Liam climbing on top of you. You were kicking, laughing, and wailing your arm around. "Babe, please stop!" you begged with a tear falling onto your cheek.

"Fine," he decided, removing his hands from you.

You both were still chuckling because the other was laughing, but your faces were inches apart. You felt Liam wipe a tear away from your cheek before kissing you softly. Both of his hands cupped your face and your arms around his back. Liam's hands went up your shirt to hold your waist and started kissing where your v-neck started.

"Liam, please wait wait wait," you said singling him to stop.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked concerned.

"I'm still a virgin, Liam," you whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing..."

He slowly nodded, rethinking what you had told him, "Do you want me to stop then?" he asked, shifting his weight a bit.

Maybe you were ready. You wanted to lose it to someone you love, and you knew you loved Liam, "No, keep going," you nodded.

"Are you su-"

"Yes, babe, I'm sure," he laughed, reassuring him with your choice.

"Well then, let me make you feel good," he smiled before kissing you again.

Niall

You were currently on tour with Niall. You were both watching a movie on the bus while everyone else was asleep.

"I think we should go to bed, Ni. It's 2:34 in the morning," you yawned.

"But I'm not tired," he whined, pulling you closer to him.

"You have a concert tomorrow, and you know you'll be tired," you reminded him. "Just try and sleep."

"Fine," he sighed, turning off the TV, "I'll take the little baby to bed," he joked, helping you up.

"The only baby here is you," you said, walking ahead of him to his bunk. "But we can talk until you fall asleep," you suggested climbing in.

Even in the dark, you could see him nod in agreement, "Okay but I think you'll fall asleep first," he chuckled.

You knew he could barely see you, but you couldn't help but to roll your eyes, "What do you wanna talk about?" you asked.

It what silent for a moment since he was thinking, "Y/N, why haven't we ever done it?" he asked with a more serious tone.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean every time I try to take things farther, you either make up an excuse, or we just stop," you said. "I just wanna know why."