Harry: It probably wasn’t the best time to tell him, or the best situation. You’d been teasing him all day long; kissing him and touching him and just doing everything you could to make him want you. But when the time came and the two of you were finally alone in his house, he cornered you in the kitchen, pressing you back against the sink. You could feel how much he wanted you and when he started grinding against you, you wanted to give in. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You moved around him and out of the kitchen, searching for your shoes so you could go out and get some fresh air. “Wait, where are you going?” Harry ran after you, chasing you out the door and into the cooler air. “I know where you wanted this to go and I want it to go there too. I’m just not ready for it and I really wanted to wait until I have a husband.” Harry nodded and slid his hand into yours, “Want to go get married then?” You lightly pinched his arm and he squirmed away with a giggle.
Zayn: His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt as his lips trailed a fiery path down your throat. You knew things were moving fast and you knew that he really wanted to keep going, but you weren’t so sure. “Zayn,” you pushed as his shoulder until he was looking at you. “I - I want to wait to have sex until marriage. I’m sorry.” You blushed and looked down at where his hand withdrew from your skin. “No, no. Don’t be sorry, Y/N. It’s what you want and I’ll respect that.” He pressed a kiss to your lips and then pulled himself away from you, suggesting you go get some ice cream or something instead.
Niall: When you were younger, you’d been curious and most of your friends had had sex so you decided to give it a shot. It was terrible. It hurt and the guy had no idea what he was doing, so the entire thing was uncomfortable and awkward. After that, you promised to get married before you had sex again. A few years down the line when you met Niall, you began to question that. He was wonderful and you had messed around with him a bit, but you’d never gotten to the sex stage with him yet. The time that you told him, he had his hands in your pants, and your mind was in a million places at once. When he started tugging his pants off and then tried to get yours down as well, you stopped him. “Contrary to previous events, Ni, I’m waiting for actual sex until I get married.” He knew about the first time, but somehow you’d never told him about the promise to yourself. “That’s alright, we can do other stuff still, yeah?” Obviously the answer was yes, so he just went back to showing you that his hands were used for more than just playing guitar.
Louis: On the third date, he kept making bedroom-eyes at you all throughout the night. Each time you would blush and look away, heart pounding with the knowledge of what you’d have to tell him. When he was driving you home, his hand slipped over onto your thigh, tracing light circles on the skin there. With a sigh you pushed it away. “Lou, I need to tell you something.” At those words he frowned, but told you to go ahead. “I’m waiting until marriage,” He threw a half-glance over at you and you spoke up again. “So if you’re expecting sex from me then we should just end this now.” Louis nearly slammed on the brakes before he told you that he was in this for the long run, sex included or not.
Liam: When you were thirteen years old, you made the promise to yourself to abstain from sex of any kind until you were married. When you met Liam a few years later, the topic of sex didn’t come up for a while. The two of you were just friends in a larger group of friends, so when you did talk it was never about something so personal as sex. Until one night when you were all at a party at a friend’s house. The people that weren’t part of your friend group had been straggling away until the last few of you remained, too drunk to leave but too sober to pass out. A game of truth or truth began, embarrassing truths becoming revealed about everyone that played. Finally everyone went to find a bed or sofa and that left you and Liam to cram yourselves together into a tiny bed in the small spare bedroom. He wanted to continue the game and so he started asking you questions, slowly getting closer and closer to the real topic he wanted. “How many people’ve you had sex with?” He whispered, dark eyes glittering in the light that spilled in from outside the door. “None. I’m one of those girls that has to have a ring on my finger before a guy will get anything more than a kiss or two from me.” Liam smiled, “I like you, Y/N. Can I have a kiss?” That single kiss that you granted him quickly turned into a lot of kisses and then you were dating and eventually he put a ring on your finger.
