Zayn: After getting dressed and washing up, Zayn instantly called you. "Hello?" You answered. "Hey beautiful. Where'd you go this morning?" You were really surprised Zayn actually called you. You left your number out of kindness, thinking he'd just throw it away. "Zayn! Hey! I felt hungover and hungry, so I made something to eat and went to my house to shower and change." "What are you wearing?" "Nothing sexy like last night, just an off the shoulder blouse and some skinny jeans. Why?" "Because I would like you to come over and spend the night with me. I miss you." You blushed as you ran up to your room to throw a few things into a bag that you needed for an overnight stay at Zayn's house. "How about a movie and dinner? I can make a mean macaroni and cheese dish." You giggled. "How about you tell me what sounds good, and I'll come cook for you?" "Well ... your breakfast was delicious ... so deal." You smiled and said your goodbyes, hopping in your car and speeding off to Zayn's house. When you got there you parked a few blocks away, walking up to Zayn's door which was open. You stepped in. "Zayn? It's [Y/N]! I'm-" You were cut of by Zayn kissing you. You melted in his arms and he pulled away. "Finally! I'm so happy you're here!" You blushed and Zayn took your bags and led you into the kitchen. You saw a nice piece of chicken, some potatoes and a few vegetables. "I see your a man of a good dinner!" "Made by a wonderful woman, yes I am." You got to work and he sat by the island counter in the middle of the room, pouring two glasses of red wine and talking with you. It was amazing. You've never felt so loved and appreciated in a long time. And Zayn thought the same, realizing that you were everything he has always wanted.
Liam: Liam ran back out of his car, running out of the rain and onto your doorstep. He knocked multiple times. You were just changing into pajamas, popping a hot pocket in the microwave when you heard someone banging on your door. You opened it quickly to find Liam, his pajamas that he left his house with wet. "Liam? Hey, come in." He stepped in and as soon as you locked the door, his lips were on yours. "Everything okay?" You asked sweetly and he shook his head. "I feel bad. I feel as if I used such an incredible girl like you while I was drunk. I don't like it. I wanna do it right." You were shocked, the beeping of the microwave indicating that your snack was done. He followed you into the kitchen, where you cut your hot pocket in half to let it cool. "So ... you mean like a date?" You asked and he nodded, hope gleaming on his puppy dog face. You smirked, feeling happy that he might like you. "Absolutely." You nodded and he smiled wide, picking you up and spinning you. "Thank you [Y/N]." "Thank you Liam. I haven't been on a date in a while though, so I have no idea what to do." "Let me take care of that!" He smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully, handing him half of your treat. "Mmm ... ham and cheese?" He asked and you gave him a thumbs up. "My favorite." You both said at the same time. You blushed and he kissed your cheek. "You're so cute when you blush." He whispered. "Thank you ... you're cute when ... you're always cute." You both laughed and lounged around your bedroom, listening to music and getting to know each other more as the rain got heavier. Not knowing what he was thinking about you, you started to fall for him. Hard. And without you knowing, he was doing the same thing.
Louis: When you woke up, you sighed, feeling the couch next to you empty and cold. You looked up to see it was only 8:30am. You trudged to your bedroom, getting clean clothes for the day and jumping in the shower. The hot water trickled down your back, sending relief to your aching body. You stepped out, putting on your outfit and pulling your hair into a sloppy bun. You threw a little make up on and went into the kitchen to cook something. You saw a toasted bagel with what you expected to be cream cheese sitting on the table, along with a neatly written note. You took a bite out of the bagel, smiling as the thick substance hit your taste buds. The note was from ... Louis? You read it, getting more and more nervous as you read it. Not nervous as in scared, but the kind of nervousness you feel when you see your crush at school. After you finished eating the breakfast he left you, you gave him a ring. "Hello?" He answered, sounding glum. "Hi ... Louis?" "[Y/N]?" "Hey cutie, I got your note." "Really? Thanks for calling! I was just missing the sound of your voice." The sad tone of his voice now replaced with giddiness. "I can say the same. I had a fun time last night!" "Me too! I wanna see you again! Are you free tonight?" "No sweetie, I'm sorry. I have to go to work. Night shift." "Where do you work?" "At that fancy Italian restaurant near the club." "I love it there! What do you do?" "I'm the chef!" "No way! That's amazing!" "Thank you honey bunch!" Little did you know that every time you called him a little nickname, his heart jumped and he smiled like a clown. After you got off the phone, you headed to work, surprised when you saw no one but the workers there. "Hey guys ... slow day?" "No, not until someone called and rented out the whole place for him and his date." You gaped, pulling your apron on and heading to the back. You started on your sauce, then started seasoning some meats. You heard the door chimes ring and someone order one of everything on the menu. It took you a while, but you were finally done. "[Y/N], the customer wants to see you." You nodded and took your apron off, scared of what the customer was going to say. When you walked out, you laughed when you saw Louis sitting alone surrounded by a bunch of plates. "Care to join me?" He asked and you nodded, taking a seat across from him. "Louis! You goof!" You giggled and gave him a small kiss. You went to pull away, but his hand connected to your neck, pulling you in for a longer kiss. Your co-workers left, locking up as you two sat alone, eating everything he ordered and catching up on each other's lives. It was amazing, just the two of you alone.
Harry: He wasn't himself for the rest of the day. A cloud of regret hanging over his head as he reminded himself that he only used you for sex. He sighed, picking up his phone and staring at your number. As if it was fate, your name popped up on his screen. He answered quickly "Hello?" He heard your voice but it was far away. Butt dialed, obviously. "I really like him, but ... he only uses me for sex. I don't want to be friends with benefits, if you can even call it that. I wanna be more. I wanna be able to kiss him and hug him and cuddle with him and stay after we get intimate. Not just leave. I wanna mean something and obviously to Harry, I mean nothing." Tears sprung in his eyes and he hung up. He cried uncontrollably when he decided to man up and call you. "Hey Harry-" "Can you come over?" "Um ... yeah. Sure." He hung up quickly and you made your way over. You knocked twice when the door swung open. "So, tonight is it the bedroom or the- Harry? Have you been crying?" You interrupted yourself, pulling him into a hug. "Harry, what's wrong?" "You really mean it?" "Mean ... mean what?" "What you said! You butt dialed me [Y/N]! Do you honestly believe I would only use you for sex?" "Harry, I-" "No, listen. Do you know how much it pains me to see you walk out that door after we share such a heated passion in the bedroom? Do you honestly think you mean nothing to me?! I love you so much [Y/N]. More than I should, but I do. Why can't you see that I'm trying to-" You cut him off by kissing him. "Shut up, Styles." You laugh and he smiles. "I've always loved you." He smiled and kissed you again, bringing you to the couch where for the rest of the night, you cuddled, just like you both always wanted.
Niall: Two days went by since you and Niall last had sex. He hasn't even called you. You were popping four pop tarts into the toaster when your doorbell rang. "Coming!" You yelled and you open the door to a disheveled looking Niall. "I wanna cum." He winked and you grabbed him by the shirt into your house. "What's wrong babe?" You asked as he sighed and sat down. You curled up next to him, your arm propping your head up on the back of your sofa as you tucked your legs under you. He looked straight at the football (soccer) game on the television and then at you. "I've been thinking ..." "About?" "I love you." He blurted out. You gaped. "And I feel so fucking pissed at my self for using such an amazing girl like you for sex, but I love you. We met while we were wasted, but I never forgot you. And you're like me, but with a vagina and I love you." You smiled and pulled him on top of you. "Well it took you long enough, you fucking idiot." You giggled and he nodded. "I am a fucking idiot, but I'm in love." You smirked and he kissed you, this kiss having more passion than ever before. His hands ran up your sides as you toyed with his hair. Out of nowhere you heard something like a spring pop up. "My pop tarts!" You shouted, getting up and running to them. "Perfect!" You smiled, putting all four of them on a plate and cutting them in halves so they could cool. You set it down in front of Niall and he took one, kissing you in between each bite. "Oh, by the way, I love you too." You blushed and he smirked. "I know! I feel it when you tighten around my penis." You playfully pushed him and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close as you munched and watched the football game.
(PART ONE IS PRIVATE BC APPARENTLY IT WAS DIRTY OOPS)
