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#27: You're Best Friends and You Kiss

#27: You're Best Friends and You Kiss - 1d-1shots-1magines

Harry: “How about this—” You offer, “—we go over to her house and just like, go all jackie chan on her ass!”. You leap up on the couch you and your best friend Harry are on. You motion karate movements with your hands and legs as Harry smiles sadly at you. He’s just broken up with his girlfriend and he’s pretty upset so you were doing everything you could to cheer him up. “Or maybe—” “Y/N, i’m just really tired, can we go to bed?” Harry interrupted. You frown, “Alright then, the guest bed is set up”. Harry nods and makes his way to bed as you go to yours. You wish you could just make him happy, or smile. You hated when he was upset, not just because he was your best friend, but because you loved him. But you know he would never feel the same about you so you try to bury it down deep inside. You get to sleep quickly, wondering if Harry was doing the same. But that was pretty cleared up when you were woken up by Harry rocking you softly. “Y/N, wake up” he was saying, shaking your shoulder. “What?” you mumble, still half asleep. “I can’t sleep” he whispered. You flick your sheets up and motion for him to slid in. You feel him slipping into the bed next to you. “Haz, I know your upset. But this is actually a good thing. She wasn’t right for you. But you’ll find that girl, I promise, she’s much closer than you think” You whisper into his chest. Harry wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I love you, Y/N” He mumbles against your hairline. You feel his hand slip underneath your chin and lift it up to his face. He leans down and presses his lips onto yours. You close your eyes, finally taking in what you’d been dreaming of for years now. It was a perfect that the two of you would never forget for the rest of your years as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’.

Niall: “Shi—-” you curse, bringing your hands to cover your eyes as something pops up on the screen. You and your best friend Niall Horan have decided to stay in and have a scary movie night. Bad idea. Niall had put on The Ring for the two of you to watch. But really it was more like him watching and you screaming into a pillow anytime anything happened. “Wuss” He smirks and turns the volume up higher. You cringe as you peep through the slits in your fingers and continue to watch the movie. You clenched his hand as something on the screen pops up. By the end of it, your shaking, literally. Your to scared to even move. “That was.. scary” Niall breathed, even he had to admit it was scary. “I think we should just sleep here tonight, I don’t wanna go upstairs” Niall says, still squeezing your hand. “Sure, but their is just one problem” You whisper. “What?”. “I have to pee” You mumble and Niall laughs. You finally convince him to get up and wait outside the bathroom as you use the toilet. You quickly finish up and wash your hands. You open the bathroom door, expecting to see Niall there, but he wasn’t. You poke your head out of the door and look left, then right, he was no where. “Niall? This isn’t funny” You call out, taking slow steps out of the bathroom. “I know your trying to scare me—” “BOO!” Niall screamed, coming up behind you. “AHH!” You shrieked and spin around, lifting your leg randomly. Niall groaned when it came into contact with his ‘private parts’. “Y/N…” He chokes out before falling to the floor, his hands instantly flying to the area. “NIALL! i’m so sorry!” You cry and fall to your knees next to him. “A kiss might make me feel better?” Niall winks and sits up, wincing. You roll your eyes and lightly press your lips to his.

Louis: “No! That was in! That was totally in!” You protest, pointing to the screen angrily when it flashed with Louis’s player winning. “Nope, Fifa speaks for itself. I won” Louis flashed you a smile and you pushed his face away. The two of you were having your weekly ‘sleepover’ at your house. With all the tour and what not he always comes to you for some fun, immature time. “One more round?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Fine, if you wanna get your ass kicked again, sure” He shrugged and reset the match. “Lets make this interesting, if I win, you have to, run around the street naked” you laugh. “Fine. If I win again, you have to kiss me” Louis chuckles, but he was dead serious. He’s always joking about kissing you or hooking up but you figured he was just joking. “Deal” You shake hands with him and start the match, eager to win. Much to your dismay, you don’t. You stare at the screen in horror as Louis smirks to you. He taps his lips with his finger and leans toward you. You smile cheekily and kiss his cheek before pulling away. “That was not a kiss!” Louis frowns and then leaps across the couch to you, pinning you to the couch. He bends his head down and kisses you passionately. After what seemed like forever, the two of you broke apart and he winked at you. “That was a kiss!”

Liam: “Liam! Stop!” You giggle as he continuously tries to tickle you. You were tackled off the couch, spread out onto the floor as Liam sat on you, repeatably tickling your sides. You wriggle under his grip, trying to get away. “Li!” You shout again as he just watches you and laughs. You hated being tickled. And since Liam had been your best friend for years, he knew that. But the fact that you were being tortured by him tickling you didn’t bother him at all. “Say it!” He tried again, pinning your hands above your head. “Okay, okay! One Direction is better than The Wanted!” You cave in and he chuckles, rolling off of you. “How come your not ticklish?” You frown, trying to tickle him, and failing. MIserably. “Because I have abs, so their is nothing there to tickle” He lifts his shirt to show you. “Yes, yes we all know you have an amazing stomach. Shut up” you wrench his shirt back down and stare down at your own stomach. It didn’t have abs, it wasn’t perfect. It was just a boring, pale stomach. “Y/N, I know what your thinking” Liam whispers into your ear and you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you a mind reader? What am I thinking?” you snap back, your speech much more angrier then intended. “Your thinking that you don’t like your stomach because it doesn’t look like those other girls’s. Y/N, your perfect and many peoples eyes” he assures you. “Oh yeah? Whose?”. “Well for starters, your perfect in my eyes” He smiles at you. Your heart melts, but then you realize he could just be saying that to protect your feelings. “No you don’t. You dated Danielle Peazer. Her stomach was freaking flat and toned and mine is just—-” Liam interrupts you with a kiss, pinning you back against the floor. “perfect?” he finished your sentence upon breaking away.

Zayn: “Get out!” You scream as you shove your boyfriend, and the rest of his crap out of your apartment. Despite his pleads to you you slam the door in his face and walk over to your bed, collapsing into a fit of cries. You hug your knees to your chest, glad you kept your key so your boyfriend wouldn’t try and come back in. You sit there for ages, through nights and days, just crying into your own arms. Until almost a week later, you hear your door opening. “Y/N, babe, you here?” Zayn’s voice calls. Zayn Malik was your best friend, he has been for years on end and you were glad to hear his voice. He makes his way toward you bedroom, part of him dying at the sight of you crying on your bed. “Y/N, what happened?” He said quickly, crawling over your bed to you and wrapping you into him arms. You didn’t say anything, figuring it hurt too much. “What did he do?” Zayn guessed. God, he knew you too well. You just shook your head, “He cheated Zayn. Why would he do that?! Am I not good enough!” You cry, letting all of it out. Zayn doesn’t say anything and just slips into the bed with you, pulling the covers over the both of you and cuddling you closer to him. “Your not good enough for him, your better” He kisses the edge of your nose and then both of your cheeks before he kisses your lips lightly. You end up falling asleep into his arms as he sings softly into your ear.