Old School Love
Niall: How he had managed to get you to go out on one date let alone five with him was completely over his head. For Niall, your fifth date was the one that mattered most, so he’d gone out of his way to make sure he looked and smelled good and that everything was perfect. He was finally going to ask you to be his girl. His palms were sticky and clammy, and his breathing was heavy and nervous as he approached your door. After he knocked, you opened the door with a polite smile.
“Evening, Niall,” you said, your poodle skirt floating softly on the breeze. Niall’s body relaxed at the sound of your voice, and an easy smile graced his lips.
“Evening, Y/N,” he responded as you took his arm. You stood on your toes to press a light kiss to his cheek and he tensed again. Later that night, at the drive in, he carefully draped an arm around your shoulder and went for it.
“Y/N, I-I was wondering, well, if you’d want to be my girl?” You smiled up at him and dropped a kiss on his cheek again.
“I’d love to.”
Zayn: No one knew about your little love affair with Zayn, and that was how you both wanted it. With his “bad boy” reputation and your high-class good girl image, the two of you were a highly unlikely couple, so no one even expected it. You were the only one who got to see the real him; the side of him that wasn’t shy or “dark”. In reality, Zayn wasn’t a bad boy at all—he was sweet, funny, and outgoing, but he didn’t want his reputation to lose that edge. As you walked down the steps of your school with your cream cardigan draped over your shoulders, one of the football players slammed into you, knocking your books and sweater from you. You fell to the ground and he glowered down at you.
“Watch it,” he growled. Zayn stepped in from the side and pushed him back, his protective side showing.
“You watch it, mate,” Zayn warned, and the player backed down before scurrying away. Zayn helped you gather your things and he gazed at you with tender eyes as you stood.
“Are you alright, love?” He ran his hands over your arms and you nodded, smiling a little.
“I’m fine.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, as if warning everyone that you were his girl, and not to mess with you.
Louis: You watched on the edge of your seat as Louis ran the ball down to the goal, your eyes wide. If he made this goal, he would win the game for the whole team. And how you hoped they won.
“Run, Lou, run!” You called, smiling as he neared the goal. Louis was the football player at the school, the one that everyone knew as loved, and you were the sweet, charismatic girl that was the most popular, so it only seemed fitting that you two were together. With one smooth kick, Louis sent the ball flying into the net, making the whole crowd holler ad cheer. You laughed and clapped with your friends, proud of him.
“Y/N!” Louis shouted as you neared him on the field.
“Good job, Lou!” You praised, smiling still. He held his arms out, by you declined with a shaking head.
“No hug or kiss for the best footballer?” He whined. You snickered.
“Lou, you’re all sweaty and smelly!” That only gave him more reason to throw his arms around you and squeeze you to him tighter.
Liam: “And this one here, this one’s great to just read it for fun. I loved it,” you rambled on about the book, your nerves through the roof. With Liam this close to you, and you that close to him, both of you could hardly breathe. You’d had a crush on Liam for years, and so when you were paired as study partners, you were horrified. It was your first study date, and so far you two only managed to either rambled on and on, or stayed completely silent for periods of time.
“Hey, do you just want to maybe go to the show? It’d beat doing homework,” Liam offered, a smile on his lips. You bit your lip and nodded, your nerves hitting you like a ton of bricks. As it turned out, Liam asked to be your partner, which led to many, many more “study” dates.
Harry: The twinkling lights of the fair sparkled all around you, reflecting the color back to Harry off of your eyes.
“You look lovely tonight, Y/N,” Harry stammered, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. You subconsciously puffed your prefect curls up again, wanting to look perfect for him. Harry smiled and draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.
“Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel, Harry!” You chirped as you led him over to the line.
“Alright, love, alright,” he chuckled. As you got to the top of the wheel, the ride stopped and you gripped Harry’s hand tighter. He smiled a little and pulled you closer to him.
“I love you, Y/N,” Harry whispered against your cheek. You blushed and kissed him softly on the lips, murmuring the same phrase back to him. Needless to say, the trip to the county fair was something that you and Harry did every year after that.
