He Tells You He Loves You For the First Time
Zayn: You’d been dating Zayn Malik for six months when he asked you to stay over for the first time. The two of you still hadn’t actually slept together, but every night you fell asleep in his arms. This particular night, you’d gone out to a fancy restaurant together and you’d had a bit too much to drink. Once you got home, he carried you up to his bedroom and laid you down on the bed. Slowly, Zayn removed your heels and then he got into bed with you. Your eyes were getting heavy and you cuddled into his chest. Just as you started to slip into that blissful dream world, you hear him whisper, “I love you, (Y/N).” but you fall asleep before you can say that you love him too.
Harry: He was being stupid. Joking around when you were trying to be serious. You’d been online when an article came up, showing a picture of your boyfriend and some girl leaving a restaurant. “Harry! Stop dodging the question and give me an answer! Were you cheating on me!?” you screamed at him. He’d been laughing, but he must’ve seen the tears in your eyes, so he sobered up. “No, (Y/N), I would never cheat on you.” You crossed your arms and looked away from him; you wouldn’t let him see you crying. “Please, (Y/N), I love you. Not anyone else.” That was the first time he’d ever said those three words. “I love you, too.” You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.
Niall: ”(Y/N), come back here!” He was leaving you for three months to go on tour. You turned back around and Niall ran to you. You heard a few of the fans squeal their awws! He pulled you in for a hug and then pressed his forehead to yours, your noses touching. “Niall, come on!” Liam shouted. Then Niall whispered, “I love you, Princess.” He pressed his lips to yours before running over to Liam and the other boys. This was going to be a difficult three months.
Liam: You were trying to sleep, but it was hard to do that when you were missing Liam so much. He was on tour, so it’s not like he could come over to see you. It was one o’clock in the morning when you dialed his number, but you didn’t think he’d mind, it was 11 o’clock where he was anyway. “Hey, babe,” he answered the phone. “Hey, I miss you.” You sighed at hearing his voice. “I miss you too, (Y/N.) There was actually something I wanted to tell you.” “Yeah?” “Well- Ummm…. We’ve been dating for seven months now, and I just- I wanted to say… You’re my Jessie.” I think he means he loves me, you thought. “And you’re my Woody, Liam. I love you, too.” He let out a relieved laugh and the two of you talked for several more hours.
Louis: These past three months have been amazing. And then Louis asks you to move in with him. Of course, you agree; you love him even if you haven’t told him yet. The first night you’re laying in bed with him, talking. You’re laying on your stomach when he suddenly sits up after being quiet for a few minutes. “What are you doing, Lou?” “You’ll see, (Y/N).” He begins to trace things on your back with his fingers. “What-?” “Shhh, love. Guess what I’m drawing.” First he did a heart, then a star, his name, my name, and a few other things. “What’s the purpose of this, Lou?” He continued tracing. I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U, he traced. You sat up. “Really?” He was sitting there, smiling and biting his lip. “Yeah.” “Well, I love you, too.” He grinned and kissed you hard.
