One Direction Preferences

71-He doesn't want to be 'Friends with Benefits' anymore

CREDIT: TUMBLR

HIS POV

Liam:  I felt terrible to look over at ___, across the aisle and already know what color bra she was wearing. She was grabbing some protection, as we had run out earlier, while I bought a water bottle for myself. Her hair was up in a messy bun, an old sweatshirt of mine was on her small frame and her running shorts on her long legs. I like her like this, casual. I wanted to see this side of her more often. I just wanted her. I didn't want our only conversations to be while we are in bed. I wanted to hold her hand and kiss her and talk about our day. I can't keep doing this. She walked up to me, holding the small box of condoms, and heading for the checkout aisle. I grabbed her hand. "Can we watch a movie?" I asked, what a weird question, Liam. "A movie? You don't want to..." She trailed off, looking surprised and confused. I shook my head. "I just want to hang out with you. Talk." I say simply. She nods her head, and bites her lips slightly. "Could we get some candy and popcorn? A movie wouldn't be complete without them." She asks, rocking back on her heels. I have to bite my lips from breaking out into a huge grin. I nod, following her as she runs down towards the candy aisle. I catch up with her and find her studying the choices seriously. I take a risk and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. Luckily she doesn't run away, but leans into me. "I really like you." I mumble. She laughs, and turns her head towards me. "I really like you too." I hear her reply softly. "Then can we start over, and do this the right way? No more of this friends with benefits thing, I hate it." I ask, spinning her towards me. She nods, sticking out her hand. "Hello very good looking boy, I am ___." She bows stupidly, making me laugh. I grab her hand, shaking it lightly. "Hello ___, I'm Liam." She smiles at me, and I hold onto her hand, dragging her down the aisle towards home.

Louis:  ___ fits in so well with my family it scared me. My sisters were following her around like lost puppies, hanging off her every word. Must be a Tomlinson thing. I smiled at them from the bench I was sitting on, and was hit with a pang of guilt, wiping the smile right off my face. I hated that in 20 minutes, when my sisters went home, I would have her against a wall, my lips on her neck and her hands already searching for my belt. I hated that all I got out of our relationship was physical. When we started this I didn't want to get attached or get settled down with anyone. But I just found myself wanting to be around her more, to hear her laugh, or listen to one of her stupid jokes. I focused again, noticing that my sisters had gone home, and __ was walking towards me. Just ask her, Louis, the worse that can happen is she says 'no'. And your world would self implode, but still ask. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as she sat on the bench next to me. She draped her legs across my lap, and leaned against an arm wrist, and I could see the smirk on her face. I knew she was just trying to get me excited, but I wanted it to be a sweet gesture. God I was in deep. "Ready to go Mr. Tomlinson?" She asked lightly. I took in a breath, removing her legs from my lap lightly, before grabbing her hand, dragging her closer to me. "No, I'm not. But I would be ready to take a lovely girl out to an actual date instead of just sex in my apartment. I would tell her she looks amazing, like she always does, and that I very well might be falling love with her." I mumbled quietly, rubbing her knuckles with my thumb. I feel goose-bumps raise on her hand, and I hope I haven't scared her off. "Said girl might say yes, and that she's glad you had the courage to say something, because this girl also may be in love with this boy." She finished lightly, tapping my chest with her free hand. I hoped she couldn't feel my heartbeat beneath my fingers, going a mile a minute. I was ecstatic, this is what I've always wanted.

Zayn:  My stomach sinks as her laugh reaches my ears. I look over at her, and sigh- her face beautiful in the morning light coming from my window. I groan and hide my face in my pillow, trying to stop my thoughts about the girl laying next to me. "What's your issue this morning, grumpy?" She asks, standing up out of bed, covering her chest and searching around for her bra. I point towards my bedroom door, where it was thrown last night. "I'm fine." I mumble into the pillow. I'm lying to myself and her. I'm not fine, I'm totally in love with this girl, and she has no idea. She must think I'm the biggest asshole, using her for sex like this. Although she agreed, I knew she probably didn't like the idea of a loveless relationship. I wanted to change that, to prove to her that I did love her. "Liar." She states, her shirt now on and one of my hats covering her hair. "I'm going to grab us some coffee before you have to work, and then I'm going to head out." She states, grabbing her purse from the end of my bed. "I did something stupid." I blurt out before I can stop myself. "What did you do?" She asks, tossing her purse over her body. I inhale and rub my face, just deciding to take the risk and tell her. "I fell in love with you." I said, my eyes searching the ground. "Oh." She says quietly. "Yeah." I say, awkwardly. "Then as you first boyfriend duty, I want you to go get the coffee. Since you love me oh-so much." I chuckled, it was exactly like her to tease me. I got up, throwing on my jeans, never taking my eyes off her. I head towards the door, but her voice stops me. "Zayn? I do love you too, just so you know." She smiles softly at me, falling back onto my bed.

Niall:  I pinch the bridge of my nose and look over at ____'s half naked form, asleep. The sheet is just covering her top half and I sigh again, pulling the blanket higher up on her body. For the past few weeks, after she comes over, and we do what we agreed to, I can't help but feel like shit. I knew I was falling for her, but I couldn't bring myself to stop this. I had hit a wall tonight, and I felt like I would never sleep if I didn't talk to her, at least figure out if we were going anywhere. "___." I said quietly, shaking her lightly. "Hmm?" she asked, lifting her head up slightly. "We need to talk." I state, and I can hear my own voice shaking. "At four in the morning? Okay." She says, sitting up, wrapping the blanket around her chest. "I want to be something more than this." I said, gesturing between us. "Okay..."She said, trailing off and glancing at me. I took into account her tired state and elaborated. "I want to be your boyfriend, not someone you call just when you're in the mood. I really, really like you. And I just feel guilty having these feeling for you, when this whole thing was my stupid idea." I said, running my hands through my hair. She blinks at me a few times, and it's so cute I want to kiss her. So I do. I lean over quickly and place my hand on her soft cheek, dropping a light kiss to her lips. I pull away and she laughs to herself. "Niall, do you actually think I would've agreed to this if I didn't feel anything for you?" She asks me quietly, looking at me from under her eyelashes. I can help but grin and pull her forehead against mine. "Good." I mutter. "Now we can cuddle." I say childishly, and she laughs, and I smile at the sound. We lay back together, and I pull her frame into mine, sighing contently into her hair.

Harry:  "Harry..." Her voice is breathless and higher than usual, and I let out a breath against her neck where I was previously kissing her. For once, I actually feel like that womanizer that all the newspapers make me out to be. When we started this thing 3 months ago, I didn't really feel anything for her. Obviously I was attracted to her, but as we went on with this, I could feel myself liking her more and more. "___. We have to stop." I said, dropping my face between her shoulder and her head. I hear her chuckle underneath my head and my heartbeat speeds up. "Is there a reason?" She asks, and she jokingly lifts my head in her hands, her soft fingers against my jaw. I swallow, and I can tell she knows I'm nervous. "Harry? Are you okay?" She asks, and she is so sweet and perfect and her fingers are brushing against my cheek and I can't take it anymore, this girl is driving me insane. I grab the back of her neck softly, making small circles back there, pulling her lips to mine. I put as much passion and love into the kiss, hoping she'll understand how far deep in I am. We pull away and she is gasping for air. "That was nice." She said, giggling slightly. "I think I'm love with you." I say, my hands till moving against her neck, and my eyes staring into hers, trying to gauge her reaction. They water a little, and I'm worried I've upset her, but she's smiling. "Really?" Her voice is quiet and timid, as if she doesn't believe me. "Really. I can't get you out of my head when you're not here, and I hate that I can only see you at night, I want to hold your hand and introduce you to my parents, I want to you love right." I finish, staring dead into her eyes. "I love you too, you know. And I think all those things can be arranged, Mr. Styles." She says, happily, and I can feel myself smiling like a madman. I don't care at all as she pulls me into a kiss, filled with love.