Liam: “Hmm,” You hummed, reaching into the picnic basket to pull out another sandwich, passing it across to Liam’s eager fingers. He tore the plastic from the food, scarfing down a few bites, only stopping to mumble, “Your mom is amazing. Make sure and tell her.” You giggled, leaning closer to him as you watched him eat. “No problem. Hey, you don’t have on your glasses!” He blushed under the observation, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “I-I got contacts. I figured you liked those better than my boring old glasses.” You shrugged, dragging a finger up his bicep, “I think you look cute either way.” He blushed under your touch, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Are you still nervous?” You murmured, shifting to sit beside him. He stuttered out a response, breathing becoming heavy as you forced him to look toward you. “Well don’t be,” You breathed, leaning to press your lips together.
Zayn: “I got an A on my test,” You told Zayn, dropping your books with a thud on the table in front of him. He barely looked up from his paper, muttering a response that faintly sounded like a compliment. “Do you know what that means?” You tried again, leaning forward on the table until you were inches from his face. He looked up, blankly saying, “No. I don’t know what that means.” You chuckled bitterly, “That means you won’t have to tutor me anymore. I bet you’re glad about that one, right?” His chocolate eyes held your gaze for a moment, before dropping back down to his work. “That’s what I thought,” You mumbled, regathering your books and heading for the door. His voice sounded right as you got to the door. “Hey, uh, Y/N?” He cleared his throat, “Do you maybe want to come over sometime?”
Louis: “I can’t do this,” You groaned, throwing your hands up in frustration. “No, no, you’re doing good,” Louis insisted, moving up behind you. “You just need to uh,” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “You need to put your hands like this.” He reached around your body, gently laying his hands over yours as he moved them to the proper position. “Now try it,” He said softly, head over your shoulder. You bit your lip, dancing your fingers over the keys in the way he hand your hands set, finding that it worked much better than your previous method. “You’re an awesome teacher!” You gushed, turning to place a friendly kiss on his cheek. “I, uh, thanks,” He stuttered, cheeks flushing bright. “But I think you’re the awesome student..”
Niall: “Do you understand now? I don’t want to send you home if you don’t understand,” He inquired for the thousandth time, eyeing you seriously as he stripped himself of his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes. “I understand,” You nodded, gripping your book tighter to your chest. Turning, you prepared to leave, although reluctant to do so. “Hey, you used to play sports?” You caught sight of the medals dotting the hooks on the wall, using it as an excuse to stay longer. “Yeah, when I was younger,” He stated shyly, shuffling closer to show you a few of them. “Pretty cool, hmm?” You nodded, leaning closer to say slyly, “I think you’d look cute in a soccer uniform.”
Harry: “Y-you look,” he stuttered out, sparkling green gaze trailing up and down yor dress clad figure. “Beautiful,” he finally decided, cheeks flushing dark red at the confession. He offered out his hand which you took, using your free hand to pull your dress up off the ground. “You don’t look half bad yourself mister,” you answered, wrapping your hand around his upper arm. He grinned shyly, pulling open the passenger door of his car for you, motioning with his head for you to get in, messy curls flopping over his forehead with the movement. “Where are you taking me?” you inquired, buckling your seatbelt. He peered out from under his glasses with a beaming smile. “You’ll see!”
