Louis: It was a chilly and rainy day here in London so you were wrapped up in a blanket reading a book, with your reading glasses on. "Here you are, my little book worm." You looked up from your book and put the bookmark in before placing it on the table in front of the couch. You took the mug from Lou and smelled it, "mmm, my favorite tea. Thanks Lou," he sat next to you and turned on the TV where you watched Channing Tatum on The Ellen Show. You soon cuddled up next to him as you both sipped your tea's and relaxed with each other, and enjoyed each other's company. "Thanks for the tea Lou, I love you." Louis looked into your eyes and kissed the tip of your nose, "I know you do, and I love you too...soooo much." You giggled and blushed as you snuggled into his side even more.
Liam: You and Liam were at your brother's wedding and everyone was dancing with their special someone. You were sitting at a table with your mother, father, and Liam right now, but pretty soon your mum and dad left to go dance. You were about to get up and ask Liam to dance with you but you realized that your shoe unbuckled. Liam saw that and stopped you from buckling it, "allow me," you giggled as you watched him kneel down in front of you to buckle your shoe. The photographer took a picture and then smiled at you, you smiled back, and when Liam got back up you kissed him quick. "You know, you looked pretty good on your knees." Liam's eyes widened as you pulled him to the dance floor.
Harry: You sighed as you fell back onto the couch and took off your heels. You and Harry just got back from dinner with both your parents after a long day of work for you. You whined at the pain in your feet as you walked down the stairs to you and Harry's shared bedroom. You pulled off your outfit, and let your hair down; you replaced your other outfit with Harry's t-shirt, no bra, and just your spandex Nike Pros. You laid down in bed curling up in a ball so you can try to rub your feet or relieve them of pain. Pretty soon Harry saw your discomfort, and grabbed your foot. "Oh Harry, that feels so good" you groaned as he massaged your foot. You held tight onto his bicep as he kept massaging your feet. By the end of it you ended up falling asleep. "Night Y/N, and you're welcome. I love you." Harry whispered as he kissed your temple.
Niall: You leaned on Niall's chest, with his one arm around your shoulders and the other hand resting on your stomach. A movie was playing in the background, you smiled and lifted your head up to look at Niall's face. His face was focused on the movie that was showing on the TV in front of you two. You giggled lightly and snuggled into his chest more, he glanced down at you and kissed your head. "I love when you play with my hair Ni, it's so relaxing" you sighed as you relaxed in his arms. He leaned his chin on top of your head, and whispered "I know babe, I know." He then continued his movements of playing with the ends of your hair.
Zayn: You just got home from work and opened the front door to your apartment that you shared with boyfriend, Zayn. As soon as you opened the door you smelled a little bit of garlic. You dropped your bags, and hung up your keys as you walked into the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen to see that Zayn just finished setting the table with your favorite food, which was Y/F/F. "Zayn, what's this all about?" Zayn smiled at you and walked towards you with one red rose, he kissed your cheek and gave you a small hug. "You always make me dinner for when I get home, so I decided it was mine turn to make some for you," he then kissed your lips quick before whispering, "and the rose is just a little extra." You smiled big and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, when you both pulled you both whispered "I love you" at the same time.
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