You're Inexperienced When It Comes To Kissing
Harry - you'd come over for a "movie night", surprise in your eyes when Harry had the DVD in the player and a bowl of popcorn waiting with a beanbag fit for two. In your mind, guys weren't like this. They hooked up, and bragged about it to their friends.
You both settled down, Harry behind you with his arms around your waist and hands placed gently on your stomach, as the movie began. His kisses started at your cheek, little pecks he kept delivering every other minute or so. When he finally leant around to your lips, you tipped back and blushed in the dark. "You okay?" He murmured to you, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm just..."
"What, love?"
"I'm not really... experienced..." you mumbled, cursing yourself for always thinking that Seven Minutes In Heaven was a stupid game.
"At what? Kissing?" Harry drew back to gaze at you.
"Um... yeah," you realised how lame you sounded.
"That's okay, babe," Harry pressed his lips to yours once, gently, "that's why you've got me," he kissed you again, guiding your cheek with his hand, "but if it means anything, you're the best kisser I've ever come across... and I love your lips," he grinned as he kissed you again, "I really, really do love your lips."
Liam - he gazed at you from across the table, taking your hand and kneading into knuckles with the soft and padded underside of a thumb. "Thanks for coming over for dinner," he murmured sweetly.
"Thanks for having me," you grinned in return, knocking knees under the table like a secret. When he leant over to take your lips, you shied away from him, acutely aware that you were about as experienced as a pre-pubescent band geek when it came to kissing.
"What? Bad breath?" Liam's face fell, and he covered his mouth with a quick blush.
"No, no," you reassured him, "I'm just..." you squirmed in your seat, "well, let's just say I'm not the most experienced person in the world when it comes to kissing," you finished with a nervous laugh, avoiding his gaze.
"Aw, beautiful," Liam smiled to the side and chuckled, "I don't care about that. In my eyes, you're perfect and I doubt something little like kissing experience is going to make me change the way I see you." He smiled again, and leant in slowly, waiting for a subconscious nod from your end before pressing his lips to yours lightly. "One kiss at a time, how does that sound?"
You smiled into the beginnings of kiss number one, "sounds perfect to me."
Louis - he already knew you weren't the most experienced kisser out there, because he found out these things. In the few weeks you had been together, he'd made it his mission to find out everything about you, big or small... and he never judged. Which was why you were lying atop the covers of his bed with him, giggling your way past midnight. "Hey, come here, babe," he raised his arm and encouraged you to cuddle up to his side. He eased down when you did, aligning his lips with yours, a few inches still in between.
He kissed you for the length of a few moments. "Getting better, babe," he smirked when you pulled away, "wanna try tongue?" He waggled his eyebrows.
"I don't know," you rolled your eyes at his charisma, "will I accidentally maul your face because I'm such a klutz?"
"Babe, no," Louis laughed, hugging you tighter when his hand found the small of your back, "although I would be up for a face mauling if it meant I get to kiss you again, love."
You kissed him once when his smirk returned, and let him guide your tongue to his, massaging until it felt right, until it all felt right.
Zayn - "Give me your lips, babe," Zayn instructed, trying to teach you. It was an admirable effort, due to the fact that you both kept bursting into laughter every other moment that you stayed in place, cross legged and facing each other on the floor of his living room. "Let me kiss you gently," he pressed his lips to yours once, and you swallowed before he could part your lips, worrying about the amount of saliva you were harbouring above everything else.
"So tense, babe," Zayn smirked against your lips when he could, "how can the master teach you when you're this tense, hmm?"
"The master, huh?" You leant back and raised a single eyebrow, holding in laughter once again.
"Yeah, babe," Zayn groaned, like it were the most obvious thing on the planet to understand, "now let me have those lips again. Give me those beautiful lips."
Niall - there was a tiny squeak of the mattress as he laid you down on top of it, soon covering his body with yours, his lips attached to your neck and sucking deep red marks all the way to the surface of your skin. "God, I love kissing you," he murmured to a mark he had just made, licking it damply before leaning up to your face and brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You wriggled beneath him, not quite sure when was the right time to tell someone that you were lousy at kissing. You could count your dating history on one hand... hell, one finger. "Um, Niall..." you murmured when he leant in to press his lips to yours.
"Yeah, babe?"
"There's a reason I kind of always get weird here..." you started slowly, your limbs fidgeting and eyes avoiding his gaze.
"You mean when we start making out..." a light smile played upon his lips but it didn't reach his eyes, "I've noticed, babe. Is there something wrong?"
"No..." you bit your lower lip, "I'm just not..." you took a deep breath, "I'm just not really experience with kissing, and I don't want to let you down or make you embarrassed for me or something..."
"Never," he murmured and pressed a hand to your cheek, "never, babe. You could never embarrass me, or let me down."
Lightly, he pressed his lips to yours and held your cheek to keep you from falling from it, "I kind of love you, babe."
"Niall," you murmured before he kissed you again, "I kind of love you too."
QOTD: Have you had your first kiss yet?
A: Noooo, and I'm also about to turn 16 lol
