N i a l l: He tiptoed into the house, careful to keep his foot steps light, and his movements quiet as he closed the heavy front door softly behind him. He could hear you moving about the kitchen, pots and pans clanging together as you dug around in the cupboards. Instantly he smiled, kicking off his shoes one at a time, before shuffling into the spacious room where you stood. Your back was turned to him as you filled a saucepan from the tap, the rushing noise of water against metal drowning out his footsteps. One, two, three steps and he was standing behind you, the bundle of baby pink roses gripped prudently in one hand. Raising his free hand, he slid his calloused fingers carefully over your eyes. Lips brushing your ear, he smirked against your smooth skin. “Guess who,” he hummed, voice a hush of a whisper. “Hmmm,” you giggled, lips spreading into a delighted grin, “I dunno. Is it Zayn?” Niall let out a hearty chuckle as you spun around seamlessly to meet his smiling gaze. “Surprise,” he sang, holding up the large bouquet of long-stem roses. “What? Niall, what are these for?” you cooed, taking the flowers excitedly from his grasp. Pressing your nose to the satin petals, your eyes fell closed, their sweet perfume bringing thoughts of summer to your mind. “You’re my wife,” he stated, blue eyes the color of the afternoon sky, shining with love, “and I’ll bring you roses anytime I like.” Pulling you into his arms, he placed a confident kiss to your lips.
H a r r y: His touch was soft. Skilled, and gentle as he ran his fingertips leisurely along your bare thigh. A wave of shivers sent your skin tingling with desire. Peering coyly up at him through black, mascara coated lashes you felt the blush instantly heat your cheeks. His emerald gaze was intense. Enticing, and a million unspoken words were etched upon the depths of his irises as he gazed back at you. Hand sliding over your hip, he dug his thumbs desperately into the lace fabric of your dress. His free hand cupped your face gently, pad of his slender thumb stroking the blush that rested along your cheekbones. “So beautiful,” he whispered, accent heavy upon his breath. You arched your back against the sink, both hands braced on the sleek granite countertop behind you, as Harry gradually tugged the metal zipper at the side of your dress. Smooth lips pressed to the base of your neck, he nipped, and sucked your porcelain skin. Fingers caressing your figure, he shimmed the silky material from your shoulders, exposing your vulnerable body fully to him. Skillfully, he tore the clothes he wore from his own body, discarding them pleasurably to the tile near your dress. In one fluid motion, he pulled your body tight with his, linking the pair of you as you stepped into the waiting shower. The steam surrounded your bodies, blanketing you both in the hot water as Harry locked his lips with yours.
Z a y n: The grass was cool beneath your butt, tickling the back of your bare legs with their lush, green blades. The pages of the latest John Green novel you were reading sat open in your lap. You kept your eyes relaxed shut, tipping your chin up toward the golden rays of sunshine as they kissed your skin. A light, spring breeze blew back your hair, causing you to smile. Zayn lay nearby, sketchpad and pen in hand, as he worked leisurely on his latest drawing. His chocolate eyes flicked momentarily to you, the sight of your pure, porcelain skin cast in beams of yellow and orange bringing an adoring smile to his lips. He couldn’t deny how beautiful you were. How angelic you appeared. It made him want to sketch this moment, capturing you in this very minute for all eternity. Your eyelids fluttered open, the feeling of his eyes on you bringing you out of your bliss. Grinning shyly at him, you squinted against the harsh sun, shielding your eyes with one hand. “What?” you chuckled, leaning back casually on your other hand, propping yourself up in the grass, “why are you staring at me like that?” Smirking, he set aside his sketchbook, crawling over to your side. “Because, you’re beautiful,” he purred, lowering his lips to match yours, before laying his head in your lap. Fingers combing through his jet-black hair, he raised one hand to cup your cheek. “So very beautiful,” he whispered, kissing you once more.
L i a m: You buried your face in your hands, pressing a tissue to the end of your reddened nose. Your eyelids felt heavy, eyes itchy and bloodshot with tears. Falling back against the feather pillows, you shrugged further beneath the down comforter, hiding under the blankets. Pulling the covers up to your chin, you heard a timid knock come from the opposite side of your bedroom door. “Who is it?” you called quietly, voice coming out scratchy. “It’s Liam,” his familiar voice returned, pushing the door open a crack to peak inside, “can I come in?” His russet eyes were soft, pouty, pink lips pulled into a sweet puppy-dog face. “Yeah, come in,” you chuckled, waving him in with a grateful smile. He moved speedily to your side, slipping himself under the covers beside you. Immediately he opened his strong arms, offering you the only thing he could think to give. He wrapped you up in his protective grasp, hugging you tight to his broad chest. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, fingers trailing soothingly through your silky hair, brushing a stray strand away from your face, “I know how much you loved that dog.” You sniffed, breathing in the comforting scent of Liam’s cologne, letting the familiar smell vanquish your remaining tears. “I’m just really glad I have you, Liam,” you whispered, resting your tired eyes against his cotton t-shirt. “Me too, (Y/N). Me too,” he hummed, tenderly kissing the top of your head.
L o u i s: You sauntered into the open kitchen, nose flooding with the savory smell of garlic, and onion. You smiled, spotting Louis standing before the oven, expertly cooking dinner. There were bubbling saucepans dotting the stove top, and a variety of colorful vegetables scattered on the counter before him. “Mmm, something smells delicious,” you crooned, stepping up beside him, and slipping your petite arms around his waist. He skillfully chopped a carrot, stopping to sling one muscular arm around your shoulders, and placed a smacking kiss to the top of your head. “And you, look stunning this evening,” he hummed, scanning you head to toe with his enticing blue eyes. Blushing ever so slightly under his gaze, you swatted his chest. “So, what can I do? How can I help?” you quipped, pointing to the myriad of green, yellow, and orange peppers. “You,” he purred, wiping his hands hastily on his pants, “can sit right here, and enjoy a glass of wine. While I finish cooking you dinner.” With a frisky grin he lifted you off your feet, hoisting you onto the smooth, granite countertops. Giggling, you twisted your fingers through his shaggy, chestnut hair, pulling his lips to yours. You heard him moan against your mouth, hands moving anxiously over your body. His movements were hungry, and desperate. Instantly you matched him, wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping him in place between your legs. “I think dinner can wait,” he purred, accent low and seductive. Nodding furiously, you pushed aside the bowls, tugging him on top of you.
