One Direction Preferences

He's your first kiss

Harry: He smiles down at you, the water around your bodies sloshing and pushing up against your bare arms. You grin up at him, your cheeks burning a little. You really shouldn't feel this way, I mean, this was only the first date. And probably the last. Why would Harry even like you anyways? He meets thousands of pretty girls almost every single day and yet he chooses you. Just plain me, you think to yourself as you stare up into his green gems. He winks before splashing you with the water. You gasp, and rub your eyes before splashing him back the same playful glint in your eyes as his harbor. "Y/N!" He whines and sticks his tongue out at you. You giggle, feeling your stomach churn with a patch of butterflies. You can't help it. You absolutely love the way your name rolls off his tongue like that. So sinfully almost. And as you think about his mouth, you can't help but ponder about those lovely lips. All plump, and a dark red like he'd died them in a rich velvety color. You stare at his lips for a long while, not even getting the chance to notice the smirk that crawls onto them when he realizes you'd been staring. He shuffles close in the water, his neon yellow shorts moving swiftly with his body. You blink in surprise when you notice those lips have come closer. As you part yours to let out a snarky little comment, his lips have already pressed against yours. And they're soft. Just as you thought. Soft and warm, filling your mind with thoughts of the future. You could kiss these lips all day long, honestly. He pulls away, smiling cheekily. "I noticed your staring sweetheart." He teases and you reach out to pinch his nipple.

Liam: You cheer him on, nodding your head. "Come on Li! You can do it, just one more bottle left." You point out, motioning towards the bottle Liam had yet to knock down before you can own that adorable stuffed cow. He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling. That's how you know it's a genuine smile. You blush a little and watch him intently, really wanting that damn cow. He easily knocks it over and the man give him a thumbs up before grabbing the stuffed toy and handing it over as promised. Liam laughs a little at your excited face and kneels down on one knee. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the honors of accepting this cow as a sign of my attraction towards you?" You bite your lip and nod, your eyes sparkling because how could you be so lucky to snag a date from the wonderful Liam Payne? He holds it out to you, and you take it slowly from his hands, cuddling it to your chest. He stands back up, brushing his jeans off and glancing at you. He swallows thickly, and guides you towards the open field that the fireworks were going to start at, at the fair. He plops down first on the soft green grass, tugging you down into his lap with a chuckle. You smile, turning your head a little to give him a kiss on the cheek. But you miss, pressing your lips against his. And he widens his eyes, quickly pulling away. "Oh, Gosh, I'm so sorry Liam, I didn't mean to do that I promise." You blabber and he smirks. "It's okay, really. Can I try something?" He frowns and you shrug, clearly embarrassed. He leans forward and kisses you again, cupping the side of your cheek in his palm. His thumbs is caressing your jaw-line and you never want this to stop.

Louis: "What do you mean you've never been kissed!" He snickers, eyes narrowing at you. You gasp in horror because you meant to just let Liam know that. Your best friend. But of course, Satan had decided to ease drop in on your conversation. He stalks towards you both, plopping down in the arm chair beside the couch your both sitting on. Liam sighs and shoots Louis a warning glance. "Louis don't. She doesn't need to take shit from you." He explains and rubs your side comfortingly. Louis snorts and turns to you. "Why's it that no one wants to kiss you? Are you just that unlikeable? Or are you too ugly or something?" He cocks his head a wicked look passing his features. You blink back tears and look to Liam for help. He flares his nostrils at Louis who cackling in the arm chair. You stand up, brushing off your skirt and turning to Louis. "No ones ever kissed me, because no ones ever been you. I'd like you to be my first kiss, but you're always such a dick to me." You mutter and turn swiftly on your heel, walking towards the front door ready to leave. Louis widens his eyes and scrambles after you. When he does catch up, he pushes you against the front door panting. His hot breath is hitting the side of your cheek making your heart beat speed up like crazy. It was stupid of you to like someone like Louis. Such an asshole. You frown and turn your head the other way. He exhales, brushing his nose against yours with a small pout. "You like me?" He whispers; lips dangerously close to yours now. You nod and tense your jaw. "I like you too, actually." He explains and fiddles with the hem of your blouse. You glance up at him, a dusty pink painting your cheeks. He smiles, blue eyes watching you fondly. "Can I kiss you?" He asks, and you nod frantically, hooking your arms around his neck. He happily obliges pushing his lips against yours moving them softly and slowly spreading the love for you in his heart to your lips. And when he pulls away he laughs quietly. "Is that vanilla lipstick?"