Liam: "I missed you so much!" you squeal, running through the airport and into his waiting arms. You'd been on holiday and you'd been so excited to get back to him, you missed him so much! He'd decided to pick you up at the airport, hoping fans wouldn't recognize him--or would be respectful enough not to make a huge fuss. "I missed you even more!" he replies, wrapping you in his arms. You toss your carry-on bag next to you and give him a quick kiss. Neither of you are ones for PDA--especially since cameras watch your every move--but this was totally an exception. Plus, it didn't seem like any paps were around. You pull away, the two of your faces inches apart, both of you with matching smiles. On a whim, Liam pulls you back, his lips meeting yours. The one kiss had turned into a full-on make-out session. But, come on! You two had been apart for too long. "Aww!" you hear a crowd of girls chorus. You both pull away, cheeks adorably red to see where the voices were coming from. A crowd of fans were fawning over how adorable you two were, snapping a stray picture with their phones. "You two are my OTP!" one girl calls out. "Thanks, I don't know what that is, but thank you!" Liam replies with a laugh. "Okay, so, um, you two can go back to being cute and couple-y! We just wanted to say hello and give you our twitters!" one dark-skinned girl says shyly, shoving a piece of paper into Liam's hand. "Thank you, love," Liam says politely, squeezing your hand. "I'll follow each and every one of you." The girls let out an excited squeal and scamper away. "They were actually really respectful, I'm surprised," you muse, leaning against Liam's chest.
Niall: "Since we both ordered spaghetti, we should try a Lady & The Tramp spaghetti kiss," you grin, twirling pasta around your fork. The Italian restaurant isn't very crowded and it's calming and quiet. Only one fan had interrupted for a photo, which was really not bad, considering. "Oh, God. You and Liam have been watching too many Disney movies," Niall laughs, shaking his head. "But if it involves food and kissing, I'm game." You both attempt the kiss, each of you grabbing one end of a spaghetti noodle with your lips, but it doesn't quite work. "Aw, screw this," Niall says after the fourth try. "I just want to kiss you." He leans over the table and tilts your chin towards his, his lips meeting yours. The kiss gets a bit more heated, just as there's a camera flash from beside your table. You both pull away quickly, cheeks flushed. "This one's for twitter!" the girl sings, waving her iPhone. "I'm going to be twitter famous!" You look at your pasta dish with embarrassment and Niall shakes his head. "How 'bout if you delete the picture, me and all the boys will give ya a follow on twitter?" he offers with a smile. The girl is quick to agree, and you smile with relief. He knew you didn't like pictures of you and him kissing all over the internet and stuff, I mean, your family did follow a few update twitters...You didn't exactly want your dad seeing you getting all hot and heated with your boyfriend!
Louis: "Lou, we're going to get caught," you giggle, pulling him closer. You two had been out shopping when a group of fans had started chasing you. Quick thinking, he pulled you into a janitorial closet. "We'll just wait it out in here for a little until they're gone," he says back. It's dark in the room and it smells like bleach and cleaner. "Lou, it smells so chemical-y in here, I'm going to die," you groan, burying your face against his chest. "I'll distract you," he purrs, placing his hand on the side of your face, his lips meeting yours. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. The fact that you two are in a janitor's closet is long forgotten. "FOUND THEM!" a boy cries out, whipping the door open and nearly blinding you with the sudden light. "OH MY GOD, THEY'RE GETTING IT ON IN THE CLOSET!" another girl screams, jumping up and down giddily. "Um, no, we're not," Louis mumbles, snaking his hand around your waist. "We're just...looking for a mop." You nod. "Yes. A mop." They obviously see right through your excuses, but, oh well. I mean, you two WERE dating, right?
Harry: "Aw, shit, it's starting to rain!" Harry exclaims, holding out his hand and catching a raindrop. "I don't have an umbrella, but you can have my coat." He shrugs off his jacket and goes to hand it to you, but you shake your head. "Nonsense," you reply, your eyes sparkling. The rain begins to fall harder, and you both start to laugh. "You know, since it's raining, there's something I've always wanted to do." He looks at you, intrigued. "What's that, Kitten?" You snake your arms around his waist, a gesture which he mirrors. "Kiss in the rain." Without warning, you cut the space in between you two and your lips meet his. The rain is drenching you both, but neither of you mind. "I'M CRYING SO HARD, OH MY GOD," you hear a girl cry. Neither you nor Harry even bothers to acknowledge this, you're so caught up in the kiss. "WHY CAN'T THAT BE ME. KISSING HARRY STYLES IN THE RAIN, WHAT IS THIS," a higher voice yelps. You feel yourself smile, but don't break apart from the kiss. The moment is much to perfect to let a few fans break it up.
Zayn: "You look so hot in that dress," Zayn purrs, whispering right in your ear. His breath gives you shivers down your spine and you give him a mischievous grin. "Do I?" you say innocently, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You know it drives him crazy when you flip your hair. (It get's him overwhelmed, ba dum tisss). "Oh, you do," he replies, biting his lip. The two of you are walking down the street back to his flat, hand-in-hand. It was pretty quiet outside, a few people walking around. You decide to mess with him, so you drop your purse. "Oh no! I'm so clumsy," you gasp dramatically. You slowly bend over, retrieving your bag and he watches you hungrily. "You're so mean to me," he growls, once you've picked your bag back up. He pulls you aside and presses his lips against yours, forgetting about the fact the two of you are in the public eye. Your kiss is quickly interrupted by a girl not much younger than you squealing. "ZAYN AND (Y/N)! OH MY GOD, I SHIP YOU SO HARD," she shrieks, wrapping you both in a hug. Zayn pats her shoulder awkwardly, sliding out of the embrace. "Erm, thank you?" he offers, shooting you a furtive grin. "Thank you very much," you tell the girl, both of you posing for a few pictures with her before she skips away. "Well, better it was a fan that spotted us than a paparazzi," you shrug, continuing down the street. "Let's continue this when we get home, yeah?"
