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1. He's your brothers bestfriend, and you kiss him

He's your brother's bestfriend and you kiss him ;)

Harry:
You, your brother (Y/B/N) and his cute friend Harry sat together at your flat watching a movie. You and Harry were on the couch while
(Y/B/N) sat on the floor eating most of the popcorn till it was all gone. "You dickhead, you ate all the popcorn!" You said hitting your brother in the back if the head, talking about the empty popcorn bowl. Harry just watched you two bicker and laughed.
"Calm down I'll make another bowl." He sat up from the floor and went in the kitchen leaving you two alone. You continue watching tv with Harry's eyes on you the whole time. You finally confront him "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. He just shakes his head and shrugged "I don't know...it's just you're so beautiful." You began to blush and rolled your eyes. Before you knew it, you felt Harry's large hand on your thigh and he began to rub it. "I like you (Y/N). I've been crushing on you ever since I laid eyes on you." "I like you too, Harry." You hesitated to say. The distance between you two started to shrink and you pressed your lips against his. He cups your face and nibbles your lower lip in addition to the make out session.You ran your hands through Harry's hair. Harry's and your lips were fast against each others. Then you both heard an "OH YEAH BABY!" Coming from the kitchen, it was your brother watching you two. "Come on, man!" Harry laughed. You both blush in embarrassment and you all continue to what you were doing before.

Liam:
"Damn it!" you silently curse yourself for being short and lean up on your tippy-toes, trying to reach the photo album that's on the top shelf of your closet. "You need help?" your brother's best friend Liam passes by your room and looks at you with concern. "A little," you admit, admiring the boy's muscular build as he steps into your room. "Can you get that photo box down for me, please?" you point to the floral box on the very top and he steps behind you, reaching up and grabbing the box with ease. "Sure thing. Here you go," he says softly, handing you the box. His hand brushes against yours as you take the box from him, but neither of you move. "Thank you," you murmur, your eyes staring right into his. Suddenly, you're both leaning closer and your lips meet his. "Liam, the game's about to sta-WHAT THE," your brother says suddenly, staring at the two of you in shock. "Oh! I'm sorry--this must be so awkward. She's your sister...I'm..um..." he looks terribly embarrassed. "Right. Uh, so, I'm gonna go watch the game. Feel free to join me when you're, uh, done..." your brother mumbles, staring at his best friend and sister, shaking his head and walking away. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, looking at you and running his fingers through his hair. "Why are you sorry?" "For kissing you, I shouldn't have..." "But I wanted you to." "You did?" he asks. "Yeah. Didn't you want to kiss me?" you ask, shyly, looking at your carpet. "Oh, of course I did! I've been wanting to since--" you cut him off by pulling him closer, kissing him once more.

Niall:
"Cannonball!" Niall shouts, jumping into the pool, splashing everyone around him. You, your friend Grace and your brother had all decided to take advantage of the super hot weather by going for a swim. Bonus: your brother's friend Niall was super hot, seeing him shirtless was certainly worth going outside. "That was not a cannonball! That was more of a swan dive," you tease as he resurfaces, brushing a wet strand of hair from his forehead. He laughs and paddles closer to you. "You try doing a cannonball, then," he says, a flirty tone to his voice. "Hey, Grace? Will you come with me to get the other pool floats from the shed?" your brother says suddenly, him and Grace climbing out of the pool and scampering off to the shed. Weird. "You're on, Horan!" you shout, climbing out of the pool and getting ready to dive. He watches you with amusement as you run and do your best cannonball (let's be honest--it wasn't very good) into the cool blue water. You resurface and flip your hair out of your face. "That wasn't a cannonball," he teases, smiling. "Oh, then what was it?" you ask, swimming closer to him and raising an eyebrow. "I don't know exactly what kind of dive it was, but it was certainly not a cannonball," he remarks. "Hold still, you've got water droplets on your eyelashes," he says softly, leaning closer and brushing his finger across your lashes gently. "You've got soft eyelashes," he mumbles shyly, pulling his hand away. "I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before," you smile with a short laugh. "You have the perfect eyelashes for butterfly kisses," he adds, his eyes meeting yours. "Oh?" you breathe, leaning close and fluttering your eyelashes against his cheek. "I was right, you have the perfect eyelashes for butterfly kisses," he says slowly, placing his nose to your nose. "You've got the perfect lips for regular plain old kisses," you muse, just as his lips meet yours. You slide your hands through his damp hair and his hands rest on the small of your back. "Called it!" Grace squeals. "You owe me five bucks!" You hear your brother sigh and Grace laugh. "Fine! I'll give you the ten bucks. I was off by literally five minutes! If only they'd kissed sooner," your brother groans, him and Grace's voices getting further away as Niall moves closer.

Zayn: You walk downstairs of what was supposed to be an empty house to find your brother's very famous best friend sitting on the couch. You brother still had at least three more hours of work before he would be home so you were very confused as to how or why his best friend was sitting in your living room. "He's not here Zayn," you say still confused. "That's alright, I'll just wait," he says with a smile. "Well okay," you say shrugging off his weirdness and walk into the kitchen for some lunch. "You making lunch (y/n)?" He asks from the couch. "What do you want?" You shout back. "Whatever you're having just make two," he says simply. He may be weird but at least he was easy to please. Zayn and your brother had been friends since as long as you could remember so you were very comfortable around him, in fact he was practically your second brother. All of your friends were jealous of course, but if they only knew what he was really like without all of the cameras and fans around, you weren't sure how jealous they would actually be.

Louis:
Anytime you'd find yourself alone in a room with your brother's best friend you could never manage to make the kind of good impression you want to because your brain always goes to mush. This is one of those times. Your brother's is in the kitchen making dinner; you had stayed behind to play with your pet cat who's been scratching your leg. Louis appears in the room, having come down the stairs in search of a bottle of water. He takes a seat next to you on the couch, watching you play with the cat for a moment. "You know, you always blush when I come into the room," he teases you, only resulting in you turning an even deeper shade of red. "It's cuz you think I'm so good looking, isn't it?" he presses, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. When you don't respond, he just chuckles and leans in closer to you to whisper, "For the record, I think you're pretty good looking yourself." He finishes with a kiss to your cheek, just brushing the corner of your lips, causing your heart to palpitate to the point that you think it might burst right out of your chest.