Zayn: Your neck was covered in love bites, his back had scratches running down it. Both of you laid there, giggly and completely out of it. "Wow," he giggled, rolling back on top of you. He kissed you slowly, his hand running down your side as your fingers tangled in his hair. You giggled, pulling away and pushing him beside you. "You're cute," Zayn said, pulling you close to his bare chest and kissing your forehead. His bloodshot eyes paired with yours as you laid your head on his pillow, tracing his tattoos. "You're cuter," you laughed, not sure of what to say. No matter how cloudy your head was at the moment, you knew as well as Zayn did that this will never happen again any time soon. You both laid there for a few moments before you got up, his eyes trailing your body. "I have to go," you explained as you got dressed, looking around the room for your jacket. Zayn handed it to you, whispering in your ear, "Let's do this again sometime, yeah?" You looked up at him, nodding and giving him a kiss. "Call me when she's not around." "I will," he promised. And to your surprise, he did.
Liam: "I never said you had to come along," Liam smirked and you followed behind him, glaring at him. "Go to hell," you mumbled, knowing what you two were doing could get you both in huge trouble. "I guess you'll be coming with me," he winked and you both hopped the gate to the school's football field. He handed you a couple of small bags and just by the smell, you knew what it was. "Why am I helping you," you wondered out loud. Liam turned to you, cupping your cheek softly and smirking, with dark, lustful eyes. "You could go home," he offered, but something inside you wanted you to stay with him. "I can do this myself," he added, dropping his hand. "Then why did you offer for me to tag along?" He laughed and turned to you, his eyes sparkling from the streetlight nearby. Shrugging, he went to take the bags from your hand before you snatched them away. "You can leave." "Answer my question," you backed him into the fence, "Why did you offer for me to tag along?" "Every villain needs a sexy sidekick," he bit his lip. You looked up at him, both of you staring at each other's lips before you tucked one of the small bags inside your back pocket. "Hurry up, I have a curfew," you muttered and you walked away, helping him stash his things. Liam eyed you as you walked away, licking his bottom lip before walking the other way.
Louis: His fingers dug into your hips and you bit his bottom lip, both of you snickering. "You're good at that," Louis complemented, his lips red and swollen from so much kissing. You laughed, taking his hands from off of your hips and holding them in your own. "Thank you ... you're not so bad yourself." "So I've been told," he smirked and you bit the inside of your cheek, "By many?" "By enough," he chuckled, seeing you were getting worked up and jealous. "How much is enough?" His hands let go of yours, resting on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, the music blaring from downstairs vibrating the floor, "A few, babe, I don't keep track." You nodded, feeling his hands travel down to your bum. His lips trailed down your neck, whispering softly against your skin, "I'll remember you, though." Goosebumps rose all along your arms, making you groan. He smirked, kissing back up to your jaw. "So this is a one night thing," you asked, pulling away to look at him. He knew it was much more than that, but he nodded. You bit down on your bottom lip before he pulled it from your teeth, kissing your lips softly. "I'll make it unforgettable, I promise." He laid you down on the bed behind you and started to kiss down your chest.
Harry: "Thanks for waiting," Harry smiled and met up with you once the halls were clear of every student that attended the school. He backed you up against the locker, kissing you yearningly and desperately before pulling back. "Why can't you do that when people are around," you asked him, a bit annoyed at how he's been hiding you from his friends. "Because, babe, I don't want you getting hurt, that's all." He took your hand and led you around the halls, making it to the exit farthest from the parking lot, where his friends were waiting for him. "Why would I get hurt?" "Love-" "No, just tell me the truth. You're embarrassed of me," you cut straight to the point, crossing your arms. "Wow, you're so sexy when you're mad-" "Harry!" "I'm sorry," he chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm not embarrassed of you. My friends just ... they think you're too sweet, that's all." "So, they think I'm a goody two-shoes?" He didn't answer you. "Fine." You pulled him into the art classroom that you two were standing in front of. "What are you-" "I'll give them too sweet. You'll be walking home today, Styles." He smirked, letting you take control for the moment.
Niall: Niall's friends weren't too fond of you, and you knew by the dirty looks they gave you whenever you were around. "Niall, does your girl want a drag?" "Nah, she doesn't smoke, mate." "Ni, does your girlfriend want a drink." "She doesn't drink, guys." "Do you guys use protection? Or is she a prude?" Fed up with the comments, you got up, grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table, the pack of cigarettes that sat along side them and went outside. Niall followed after you, "Babe, look, don't pay any mind to them." "They can go to hell," you muttered, taking a swig straight from the bottle. You puckered your lips, making Niall snatch the bottle from you. "My love, stop it." "I'm not doing it for them, Niall, I'm doing it for me," you explained as you lit a cigarette. Taking a drag, you coughed and wheezed, making Niall get annoyed. "Stop!" He yelled, taking the cigarette from you. You snatched it back, just as angry as he was, "If this is what I have to do to get respect, fuck it, why not? We're all gonna die one day anyway." You put out the cigarette once you were done and turned to Niall, who watched you with surprised eyes. "And you can mention that those condoms don't use themselves," and with that, you walked away, leaving he and his friends who were eavesdropping, completely speechless.
