You two kiss
Harry:
"Ahhhh, Harry! Stop!" You yelled, involuntarily flinging your arms and jolting your legs. He struggled to keep your legs and arms away from him as he sat there, perched on top of you while tickling your sides. "Give me the remote! I hate this show! Just give it!" He shouted, laughing at the situation. "No! I'm watching this, stop! As my best friend you should be willing to watch, too!" He continued to tickle you until tears welled up in your eyes and you begged him to stop. He stayed hovering over you as you both breathe heavily. "Do you really hate the show so much that you had to tackle me down and tickle me to death?" you questioned. "No, [Y/N], I just wanted an excuse." He grinned. "An excuse to kill me?" you giggled. "No I just-"he lowered his head slowly to yours, your eyes wide. You didn't think he felt the same way. His nose nudged yours and he brought his hand to cup your jaw gently. When he realized you wouldn't be pulling away, Harry pressed his moistened lips to yours. All the times that you've imagined kissing Harry can never compare to the real thing. Here he was, kissing you, his lips caressing yours in way your mind couldn't even make up. "I just wanted to do that," he murmured.
Liam:
"Your favorite part is stupid," you laughed. "Excuse you, I quite enjoyed that part," Liam defended. "It was a great movie, to be honest, but the part where she quoted that poet was really heart -warming," "Look at you, being all mushy!" he chuckled. "Shut up," you playfully hit his shoulder. The walk home after your second date with Liam was an entertaining one. After eating dinner, he took you to watch a movie where he kept his arm around your shoulders the whole night, not that you were against it. Even now he was cradling your hand in his as you both reached your street. "I don't think any girl can resist a poem, though," you smiled shyly, letting you hair cover your face as Liam took you're your hands and quietly spoke. "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate," "Do you really mean that?" you wondered. He brushed his fingers across your cheek and removed the stray of hair from your eyes. "Well I'm not talking about anybody else," he smiled. You grinned to yourself as you both stepped in front of your house. "Thank you Liam. I had fun tonight," "Me too. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he called as you dug out the keys to open the door. "Wait, [Y/N]," you heard him say, closer than where he was before. You turned around only to be face to face with him. He cupped your face between his delicate hands and pushed his mouth against yours. That kiss was what kept you up for the rest of the night.
Louis:
"Why do you always say that?" you yelled, "I am not annoying! You are!" "Me?" Louis wailed. "Yes! You're the one who always goes everywhere with an irritating attitude! You have got the best life anybody could ever dream of yet you complain like a grandmum!" "Yeah? Well what about you? You walk around like you own the freaking country! Even the queen doesn't control people that way!" he retorted. "Stop complaining about me!" you shouted. "Stop doing something that would make me complain!" "You're such a diva! You should be happy that everyone wants what you have, but you take it all for granted and then dump your angriness on me!"Your hands were shaking from the yelling, but even with his face red from anger he still looked undeniably irresistible. "I'm only angry because I don't have any privacy, but you wouldn't know because you're too self absorbed to ask!" "I am not self absorbed!" "You're right! You're just uptight!"Louis fumed. "Well you're an idiot!" "At least I have the decency to know what I want!" he said, stepping closer. "Oh yea? And what's that?" you quietly asked. "You." Before you know it, he grabbed your hips and pulled them to his while he connected your lips. They desperately moved against yours, making up for all the fights and all the misguided hatred. It was a big step admitting to yourself that you fancied Louis, but he just made it easier to admit to him.
Niall:
"Ah Shit! If I was there, I'd beat him to a pulp! That was a complete and total foul!" you yelled at the screen of the TV. "I mean come on! He could've broken his leg with that move! That's against the rules on so many levels!" Niall shouted. You both quieted down for the next couple of minutes. Your eyes traveled to the side as you admired how Niall was looking at the football match on the television screen. You looked away right before he started staring at you. He was silently wishing that you knew how he felt. You were perfect for him; the only person that would watch football with him and the only one who actually ate as much as him. He didn't even notice that the team you both were rooting for had made a goal until you stood up and cheered. He cheered with you, but then you kissed him. Out of the pure joy and happiness of the winning goal you just kissed him. He deepened the kiss, liking the way it felt to have your lips attached to his. You pulled away after relishing in the kiss for a moment. "I am so sorry!" you uttered. "Don't be," he quickly pecked your lips again, "I really wanted that."
Zayn:
"This is such a stupid game," you whined. "[Y/N], this is why you and Zayn are perfect for each other. Just let loose and stop it!" Louis pressured. The boys always bantered about the subject of you and Zayn. They seemed to enjoy the humiliation it caused for both of you. "Calm down, Louis. We're both playing." Zayn said. "Alright, so, Zayn," Harry chose, "you spin first," he offered him the bottle and Zayn placed it in the middle before spinning it repeatedly. You didn't process what happened yet, but the boys and all their party guests began to laugh when the tip of the bottle landed in your direction. "Remember [Y/N], you can't back out!" they yelled. "Okay, okay!" you gave in. Zayn slowly moved the bottle to the side of the circle and sat on his knees in front of you. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he questioned. Did he even want to kiss you? "Yea, it's just a game." Zayn carefully brought his face close to yours. You couldn't ignore his stare which went from your lips and back to your eyes again and again. It felt as if nobody else was in the room as he got closer and closer. Your eyes fluttered close as his lips descended to yours. The kiss was slow and even felt romantic when he placed his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him. "Alright! Alright! Enough!" Niall laughed. Zayn hastily backed away. "Since I've got nothing to lose, I'm just going to say that that wasn't just a game." He whispered before returning to his previous spot, leaving you speechless.
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-Z
