Zayn: It all happened pretty fast, if someone ever asked you. Unexpected was the best way to explain it. Zayn was holding you close, laying outside on the grass of your backyard, looking up at the stars. "Wanna know something prettier than stars?" "What?" "You." You giggled, turning to him, "you're so corny." "You're so beautiful ..." All giggles and blushes, his nose brushed against yours. "I love you ..." He whispered against your lips, your breath catching in your throat. "I ... I love you, too ..." You both smiled shyly at one another before he pressed his lips gently against yours. At that moment, you're head was in the clouds and your heart was in your throat, for you finally felt beautiful and it was all because of him.
Liam: "Is that your girl?" Some boy asked Liam, his eyes focused on your place at the bar. A growl erupting in his throat, Liam nodded, "Yeah ... why?" "She's some hot piece of-" Liam cut him of by backing him up against the wall a few feet away from the original spot they were standing in. "She's a lady --a fucking lady. Have some respect. Don't look at her, don't talk to her, don't touch her, don't even think of her." And with that, the boy scrambled off, scared to look back. Liam went over to you and just as you were about to confront him for hearing what he said, he beat you to speaking. "I love you." And you weren't sure if it was because he was tipsy, or angered and protective or if he truly meant it. But he said it and it shut you up. "I love you and ... I can't lose you ..."
Louis: You were the reason he said the words in the first place. The way your hair fell perfectly beside your cheekbones, your make up done incredibly, just the way he liked it. Your dress hugging your hips, your shoes complementing your polished toes. You looked amazing and Louis was drooling over you. "Umm ... Louis?" You giggled, waving your hand in front of his dazed eyes. "Beautiful ..." he hushed, pulling you into his masculine arms, kissing your glossed lips. "I love you-" he stopped abruptly, he mind racing. He meant what he said and that scared him. He didn't want to scare you off, he wanted you to feel the same way. His thoughts were stopped by the sound of your voice, "It's about time, Tomlinson," you smiled shyly and kissed him softly, his arms relaxing around your body, his heart racing along with yours.
Harry: He is very used to the feeling of being nervous. Before shows, days before albums are released, award shows, he knew it all, but being with you was a completely different kind of nervous. "Don't mess up." "Keep it cool, Harry." "Harry, that wasn't cool ... or funny." "Don't screw this one up-" "You suck." The thoughts that crossed his mind didn't help his sweaty, shaking hands and fast beating heart. So, when he saw you the night before your graduation, freaking out and getting emotional, he hugged you close. "Calm down." "I'm scared, Harry ..." "Why, baby girl?" "What if I fall or trip? Or if I start to cry and ruin my make-up or break a nail or-" He chuckled and you looked up at him, "What?" "You sound like me- well, my thoughts. When I'm nervous ... when I'm with you ..." He smiled and blushed, still keeping your gaze locked. "With ... me?" "You make me nervous all the time, always. I love you and I feel it in my heart and hear it in my mind and ... I love you." You gasped, tears springing in your eyes as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "I love you, too ..." You whispered back, his shaky hands settling down, but his heart still beating at a rapid speed as you kissed him once more.
Niall: It didn't come out the way he planned it, too. "Please let me explain!" Niall called out after you and you let out a frustrated groan. Just as you went to slam the door to your room, his hand sent it flying the other way. "Just go away!" "Listen to me!" Flopping down on your bed, covering your face with your pillow you groaned again. He rolled his eyes, looking down at you. "You don't know the story behind it-" "I don't want to," you shouted, throwing the pillow at him, catching him off guard. "If you love her-" "I don't love her! I DON'T KNOW HER!" Both of you were screaming over each other when he yelled out, "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE ONLY YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!" You both gasped, his hand flying to his mouth as you stared at him. "You're lying ..." "I'm not," he sighed, sitting beside you, looking into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity and love. "I've loved you ... always. You're the one girl I've ever been in love with. I ... I need you ... I love you so much, I truly, truly do ..." You started crying, both of you wrapping each other in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I thought-" "It's okay, I know. Don't worry ..." "I love you, too ... I love you, Niall." He smiled, tears springing in his eyes as he pulled away of your embrace to kiss you deeply and carefully, his hand shaking nervously on your hip.
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FanfictionIf you ever need to escape your life then this is the right place to be! My name is holland and I'll write what you think is cool and want to hear, Have fun and don't forget that maybe one day this could happen!
