Louis: "Louis stop, I need to get ready!" You yelled playfully at your boyfriend. You were trying to get ready to go out with your girlfriends since you hadn't seen them in a while but Louis was distracting you. As you were trying to fix your hair, he kept coming over and running his fingers up your body, or kissing the side of your neck. You couldn't stand it anymore, so you pushed him away. "Come on, [Y/N] please babe I need you," he whispered against your skin, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You giggled, as you turned around and looked deeply into his glimmering eyes. "Fine but make it fast," you whispered, getting fiesty and giving in. He smiled and placed his hands on your waist as he continued to kiss your neck. He positioned you on the counter so that his mouth was level with your ear as he teased, "Ooh a quickie." You giggled as he continued, "Get your kit off already." You pushed away from him and frowned, "Uh my what?" You watched as he chuckled and hung his head down, amused at himself. "Your clothes, love," he laughed again. You rolled your eyes, "Well why don't you just say clothes, so much easier ugh you make everything so confusing," you joked as you fake sighed. "Because you're cute when you're confused," he said kissing your nose as you smiled.
Liam: "Li? Liam? Where are you?!" you shouted through the house when you got home. He wasn't in his usual waiting spot, so you weren't sure where he was. You decided to check the living room, and sure enough there he was, talking on the phone with someone. You were about to interrupt him when you heard your name being mentioned, so you hid behind the wall and eavesdropped. "What? Oh, [Y/N]? Yep, my little bird is doing quite dapper. Yeah, I know she is!" Your eyebrow raised. What the hell was he talking about? Quickly, you sneaked past the living room and went to the kitchen, breaking out your laptop. You went to Google and typed in, "What does bird and dapper mean in British" and clicked search. Right when you did, Liam hugged you from behind and said, "Hi babe, what're you doing?" You blushed and tried exiting out of the tab but Liam adjusted the lid of your laptop higher and scanned the screen before you could. He started giggling and your cheeks got redder. He kissed your shoulder and said just above a whisper, "Bird means my girl, which is you." You smiled as he started kissing your neck and continued, "and dapper means smart, which you are." You turned around and said, "Well I'm not smart enough to decipher your British terms," you laughed at yourself and kissed him.
Zayn: You and Zayn were cuddled on the couch together, watching a few movies. It really was a lazy Sunday for you guys, and before you knew it the movie ended and the credits were rolling. You were both too tired to even move, so you stayed and talked for a bit. "We should watch another one," you whined as Zayn ran his fingers through your hair, playfully. "Well, whose gonna get up and put the DVD in?" he asked and you groaned. "Please do ittt, for me?" you gave him a puppy dog look and you knew he couldn't resist it. He sighed, giving in. "Fine I'll do it. I was gonna go out for a fag anyway." You smiled and said, "Thank you ba--wait what?" Zayn got up, removing your legs from his lap, and stood. "I said I'd do it?" You shook your head, "No after that. I could've sworn you said something about a fag?" He nodded, "Yeah I did. Why?" Your eyes almost popped out of your sockets, "What? Zayn what the hell are you talking about?!" Zayn looked at you, and then started laughing. "Oh I'm sorry babe, I forgot. I meant cigarette." You still looked confused, "Fag is a cigarette? British people are weird." He laughed and hugged you, "But you love me." You smiled, "I do." He smiled back at you, "Well, I do too." You kissed him and he ended up not going out, after all.
Niall: Niall was doing an interview about you and you decided to tag along with him. It was with People magazine, and that was your favourite tabloid so of course you had to go. He sat down and some of the coworkers there escorted you to the back of the room so you wouldn't interfere with the interview, but you could still hear him. Before you knew it, the interview only had one question left. "So tell us, when did you think that [Y/N] was the one?" He laughed, "Well the first time I saw her, I knew right from the start that I wanted her and I thought 'hey this girl is really different.'" The interviewer chuckled, "What made you think that?" Niall laughed briefly again and said, "I asked her out and she was completely givin' me the elbow. But it all ended up good in the end, y'know." The interviewer thanked Niall for his time and he walked over to you. You were beyond confused, so you pulled him aside and whispered, "What do you mean I was 'giving you the elbow?'" You furrowed your eyebrows and stood, feeling stupid. He only started cracking up and quipped, "You rejected me, princess." You smiled and blushed, "Oh yeah, right." You started laughing too and Niall kissed your cheek, "You know, you're adorable when you're confused." You rolled your eyes at him.
Harry: "WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN' LIKE P-DIDDY" you blasted your iPod since you were home alone, chatting with your best friend on the phone and sang along to Ke$ha. "Oh my God she's so weird. Like, P-Diddy really?" your friend was rambling on about how she hated Ke$ha. "Yeah I didn't know that she liked to wake up feeling like weird black dudes, but hey, whatever floats her boat," you said and as soon as you did you and friend started bursting out laughing. At that moment, Harry walked through the door, home from recording for the day. "Hey, babe." You smiled up at him, "Hey, you're home early." He kissed your forehead as you said to your friend, "Harry just got home. Anyways, did you know that P-Diddy actually used to be called Puff Daddy?" Your friend laughed, "Yes, weird right?" You rolled your eyes, "So weird, like Puff Daddy really?!" Harry started cracking up loudly, and squeezed his eyes shut tight. He slapped his hand on the counter and started falling over, he was laughing so hard. You just stared at him, "Uh, yeah I gotta go, Harry's acting like a nutjob. Call you later!" You hung up with your friend and walked over to him, "What's wrong with you?" "Puff Daddy!" he yelled and you rolled your eyes. "Okay babe, it's really not that funny." You eyebrows raised and he hollered, "Yes it is! Don't you know 'puff' means gay, [Y/N]?! HAHAHA." Your eyes widened, "No because you're all British and have weird stupid names, duh." He frowned, "You never said you had a problem with my accent, though." Cheeky boy. "Well, you never said you had a problem with mine." You stuck your tongue out and Harry said, "Because it's sexy." He stood up and put his hands on your waist. You smiled, "So is yours." He pulled you in close and kissed you then.
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