credit to brizzlefromtheblock
Harry: "I have to do the dishes, Harry stop," you batted his hand away for the sixth time and dumped the sauce pot into the sink. "You can take ten seconds and dance with me, come on," he pleaded, a little smile on his lips and his hand out stretched for yours. He was almost impossible to say no too, and as soon as you were about to take his hand, there was a tap on your thigh. "I’ll dance with you, daddy," the little voice by his knees said. You both looked down to your four year old daughter, hair and eyes identical to her fathers. She gave him her toothless grin and stretched her arms up. "Snooze ya lose, babe" he winked at you, scooping his baby girl up into his arms. "Shall we waltz, my love?" He asked her, his cheek rubbing against hers. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, legs dangling by his hips. He made a quick sweep of the room, swaying back and forth and taking two steps up and back. She giggled, eyes closing as Harry sang her favorite song- a whole new world (she was on a bit of an Aladdin kick)- and you smiled, leaning against the sink and watching daddy and daughter dance together for the first time. "Daddy, your face tickles," she frowned. She placed her hands on his scruff and he kissed her tiny fist. "Mommy likes the scruff, but if you don’t, I’ll shave it off." She shook her head and pressed his lips to his cheek. "I love you like this too," she yawned, placing her head back down on his shoulder. Harry lifted his eyes to you, glazed over by how precious his daughter was.
Zayn: “You’re joking,” you said, sitting up and letting your hair fall down over your shoulder. “You really don’t know how to slow dance?” His cheeks flamed and he kept his gaze down on his locked fingers. “I never had much reason to learn,” he shrugged trying to play it cool. He didn’t want to tel you it was because he never went to a school dance because he was too afraid to look like an idiot, and he also didn’t tell you that he never wanted to dance with anyone before he met you. You sized him up as he sat at your desk, long legs stretched out before him with hunched shoulder and down trodden eyes. “I can teach you, if you want,” you offered, standing up and extending your hand. Zayn watched for a moment, biting his lower lip as he considered. He really didn’t want to look like an ass in front of you. But you were best friends, so it was okay if he was foolish, right? “Alright, but you can’t make fun of me,” he warned, brown eyes glinting with the sarcasm you so dearly loved. “Deal. Okay put your hands on my waist,” he blinked, looking from your face to your hips and back again. “I don’t bite,” you took his hands and placed them on your body, trying to ignore the chill that ran through your system. “And then I put my hands here,” nervously, for some unexplainable reason, you put your hands on Zayn’s shoulders. “Then we dance,” neither of you said anything, just moved back and forth in your room. Somehow you became closer, head on his shoulder and his cheek against yours. “I never want to dance with anyone else again,” he whispered, his lips pressing to your shoulder.
Liam: “Finally, mommy and daddy time,” he sighed, closing the door to his sons bedroom and stepping back into the living room. “What did you want to do?” You yawned, body and mid exhausted. Who knew having a three year old son would be so exhausting all the time? He was tireless, just like his father most days. “Honestly,” he half sighed, half laughed, “I want to dance with you,” he pressed a button on the stereo, soft piano keys dancing out at you both. “Okay,” you stood and moved into his arms, relaxing for the first time all day. Liam had that way about him, he was warm and soft, and he soothed you in a way that words would never be able to describe. “I’ve missed this,” he sighed against your hair, the hand on the small of your back pressing you closer. “Me too, can’t remember the last time we did this,” you murmured, eyes closing as his lips pressed against your temple. “I think it was our wedding night,-” he broke off and stepped away when he heard the little cough by his feet. “Hey bud,” he knelt down and brushed the hair out of his sons eyes. “Dance with mommy,” he pointed to you and stretched his arms, his fingers curling and uncurling. “Sure baby,” you picked him up, loving the baby boy smell he still had. “Love you mommy, can I marry you?” he raised his head from your shoulder and blinked at you, the same brown eyes as his fathers looking out at you. Liam grinned and shook his head, eyes bright and full of love for his son. “Sure, baby boy,” he smiled and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and put his head back down, eyes closed as you lulled him to sleep.
Niall: “Want a drink?” He yelled over the noise, his hand wrapped around yours. “Sure, whatever you get is fine!” You yelled back, eyes scanning the room for a table. He disappeared through the crowd and you found a high top, jumping onto the chair and looking about the room. The pub was crowded tonight, most likely because Niall was back and town and people wanted to get a glimpse of him. The DJ was in the corner, spinning and bobbing his head along to the music. Niall reappeared, two beers in his hand. “It’s packed!” He yelled, sitting next to you and dropping his arm around the back of your chair. “I know, most of them are here to see you,” Niall laughed, but he wasn’t blind to how many more girls were in the bar tonight, craning their head to get a look at him and his date. “But I’m just here for you,” he whispered, lips pressing to the base of your ear. You shivered, cheeks flushing. “Want to dance?” he sipped his beer, eyes on the floor. He didn’t dance often, he didn’t mind it but it wasn’t his favorite thing to do. “With you? Always,” he hopped down and led you to the floor, arms circling around your waist as he pressed you to his chest. The beat changed, something heady and slow and you swayed your hips against his. “Don’t you dare,” he rasped, knowing the glint in your eye meant nothing but trouble. You shrugged and dropped down his body and slowly made your way back up, pressing your lips once to his. “Babe,” he warned as you spun, giving him your back as your hips continued to work. He didn’t fight it anymore and he gave in, lips pressed to your neck and hands gripping your waist as he followed your lead. He was lost over you but that was okay, because Niall never wanted to be found.
Louis: “Let me walk you home,” he pushed open the door to the ice cream shop and stepped outside, the March air warmer than it had been in a while. “Are you sure?” You asked falling into step beside him. “Yes, no way I’m letting you walk alone,” he took your hand, his thumb stroking over your knuckles as he walked away from one of the best dates he’d ever been on. Dinner, mini golf and ice cream. It was the perfect chance to get to know you and make you laugh, which he was happy to say he made you do a lot. You walked in comfortable silence, bumping hips every once in a while and sharing a laugh. “Look up,” he said, stopping you and pointing towards the sky. It was perfectly clear, the stars like diamonds above you. “It’s beautiful,” you sighed, not ready to walk yet. You didn’t want to leave Louis. He was too wonderful, too vibrant. You knew that when you closed the door and said good night, your world would become a little duller until he came back. “I have an idea,” he said slowly, taking your hand and tugging you into the street. “What are you doing?” You raised your brow as he tugged you into his arms, the streetlight above you acting as a spot light. “I’m dancing with you,” he said matter-of-factly, spinning you once and bringing you to the place he wanted you most: his arms. “We’re in the street,” he shushed you, lips against your ear as he sang a little bit of his favorite song. “Where’s your sense of romance?” he teased, lips against your skin as he took back up his song again. You smiled, pressing your cheek against his as you fell in love with the blue eyed boy who had just won your heart forever.
