first kiss
ZAYN: You two were good friends and you always hung out. The closeness that others always commented on had never really phased you... until now. You were seated beside him on the couch, curled at his side as you watched Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street with him. The awkward kiss between Mrs. Lovett and Sweeny played on the screen and you felt Zayn shift a little. What was his problem? You turned to him, parting your lips to ask him when you felt his mouth against yours, thumb caressing your cheek as he kissed you softly. It caught you by surprise but you immediately responded, kissing him back with enthusiasm. When he pulled away, his face was flushed and he was grinning, much like you.
LIAM: You and Liam had been dating for a short while now and you hadn't yet kissed, which kind of worried you. Was he even into you? He must have been, because he kept asking for dates. Now, though, he was returning you home just before midnight and you both were stood on your doorstep, smiling at each other with flushed cheeks. "I've had an amazing night," Liam mumbled, fighting to keep his eyes on yours though they wanted to fall to your plump limps. "And I've been wanting to do this for a while..." he slowly leant in, cupping your face as he pressed his lips softly to yours, savouring the moment that he had most anticipated.
NIALL: Your first kiss with Niall was sloppy and drunk, tasting like all types of different alcohols. You had both walked home from the club, leaving the rest of the boys behind after convincing them that you'd be fine - Niall was drunk and you were just a little tipsy. Sober enough to walk home with him. Fumbling with your keys, you tried to unlock your door as you heard Niall beside you muttering. As soon as you were in the house, you heard him say "Fuck it" before he pressed his lips against yours in a wet kiss. He had wanted this for so long and now that he was drunk off his face, he had finally had the courage. You wanted it just as bad.
LOUIS: He had you pinned down, tickling you as he laughed and kicked, trying to protest though you couldn't really get the words out through your cries. He was fast, you'd give him that much - one minute you were teasing him about his bed hair this morning and the next you were underneath him, hands flailing and legs kicking. Lou had been your best friend for years, and flying out to see him while he was on tour was definitely a good idea, because you hadn't had this much fun since he'd left. You couldn't help that nagging feeling, though, and you liked Lou more than you should have. He must have felt it, too, because his fingers stopped attacking you and before too long, his back was arched as he bowed his head to reach yours, soft lips pressing against yours fiercely. He tasted like the sugar and strawberries you'd eaten earlier and that was something you'd never forget.
HARRY: Since meeting Harry, you'd tried to resist his known womanizing ways. The last thing you wanted was to be hurt - especially after you broke up with your boyfriend not six months ago. It still hurt, but you were strong and you wouldn't let it faze you. Harry, however, was determined. There was something about you that drew him in and he asked you on numerous dates. You finally agreed and spent the day with him, realizing what good company he was - not to mention completely gorgeous. At the end of the day, Harry had returned you home without any advances and you found yourself slipping. You wanted him, and bad. You stood at your door, clutching your bag in your hands as you licked your lips. "Bye, Harry," you murmured, and he smirked softly. "Don't I get a kiss at least?" he asked - but this time, you couldn't resist.
