Zayn:
"You're up, Zayn. Take her into the closet!" Louis shouts over the music. You were playing a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and your boyfriend, Zayn, luckily got you to take into the closet. When the door shuts he walks over to you, placing a hand on your waist and one cupping your face. You look up at him just before he pulls you into a heated kiss. A couple minutes in, Zayn reaches down for the hem of your shirt. You immediately smack his hand away. "Ow, geez, Y/N, what was that for?" he says, rubbing the area you hit. "Oh, I'm really sorry Zayn. It's just that, well, I'm not ready for this" you say under your breath. "Oh" he says, looking at the ground. "No, don't get the wrong idea now. I love you so much, Zayn. It's just that I want to wait until I'm married" you say, a little louder than last time. The look of sorrow washes away from Zayn's face and is replaced by a much happier one, as he is content with your feelings, knowing that you still care for him as much as he does for you.
Niall:
Niall has you pinned by the arms to your bed as he leaves sloppy kisses all across your neck. "Niall..please" you pant, trying to push his arms up so that you could get out from under him, but it's useless trying. "Niall" you continue to try to get up. Finally, he loosens his grip a bit, and you take the opportunity to sit up. "Niall, we need to talk" you say just after he took off his shirt and causing him to freeze in the midst of unbuttoning his pants. "What is it, Y/N? Is something wrong?" he asks, suddenly concerned. "No, nothing like that," you sigh, "it's just that I...I don't really want to do this now..I mean, I want to wait until I'm, you know, married to do, you know, this". You can't really see through the darkness, but you sense Niall's expression change from concern to relief. "Oh, Y/N, why didn't you tell me this before?" he says happily, taking your hand as he lies down. You spend the night cuddling in his bed as he whispers little random thoughts into your ear.
Louis:
It's late at night and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear Louis whisper your name. Not sure if he's just having a dream about you or if he's actually awake, you ignore the first call. But then you hear it again, so you respond. Now that he know you're awake, Louis scoots closer to you, his body molding to yours as he runs a finger up and down your side. His hand goes to your stomach and reaches for the hem of your shirt. You decide to be frank with him, because you really should've told him this before. "Louis, I can't do this now. I'm waiting. For marriage" you say quickly. "Oh, why didn't you just tell me then?" Louis asks with a chuckle. You shrug, smiling as Louis starts to talk about a future. A house, a wedding, a family. You can't help but be happy about how much it seems as though he thinks about these things you are just finding about now.
Liam:
"Liam, stop" you say sternly. He climbs off from the top of you, sitting down on the area of the couch beside you. He looks at you questioningly with his eyebrows furrowed. "Y/N, did I do something?" he asks. "No, I just..." you trail off until your voice is inaudible. "What is it, Y/N? Is something wrong? Did someone do something to you?" You shake your head. "Talk to me, Y/N. What is it?" he says pleadingly. You take a deep breath. "I know where you wanted to go with this today, Liam," you begin, "and I just wanted you to know that I can't. Not today at least. I'm, uh, waiting until I get married, I guess you could say" you say in what seems to you like one single breath. Liam sits silently for a minute, then he finally nods understandingly. "I understand, Y/N" he says, taking your hand. "And I respect that. Whatever makes you happy. What would you like to do now?" Liam asks, smiling.
Harry:
You and Harry lay on his bed, facing each other, faces dimly lit by the flickering light of the candle set on the nightstand. You watch his face as his eyes study your own for minutes on end without saying a single word to one another. "Y/N" his raspy voice finally breaks the comfortable silence. "Harry" you say in return, your voice soft. "Have you ever though about us, like, on another level?" he asks, and you make a face, slightly confused. He notices and gives you a look, confirming your suspicions. "Yes, Harry. I have, actually. But I can't. I'm sorry" you say. Seeing him frown, you quickly continue, "I want to wait until I'm married, Harry. It's just something that I want to put off until then, okay?" you ask again, knowing that he will be fine, as long as it means that you could stay together at the moment. "That sounds lovely" he says, making you smile at the confidence he had in your relationship, knowing that it would last forever.
