Zayn: As a student in the art department, you quickly came to know the name Zayn Malik. All of the girls and a good majority of the boys proclaimed that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, but you had yet to see him by the time that the second month of the semester rolled around. You began to think that he was just an urban legend, someone that was talked about, but never seen. And then you saw him. It was a late day in the art studio, putting the finishing touches on a painting and then taking your time to clean out the brushes. You heard the door open and close, but you didn’t pay any attention to it, figuring that it was just another student coming in to work on their art. You weren’t wrong, it’s just that when you turned around the most beautiful guy that you’d seen was standing there, holding a box of paint and a roll of canvas. “Hi, could you help me hang this against the wall?” His voice was like velvet music and you couldn’t say no to someone who looked and sounded like that. The day ended with you pinned against the canvas, covered in paint, and Zayn’s lips.
Harry: Normally, you wouldn’t be up this early, but the night before had been a long one of comforting your best friend after her breakup with her most recent fling. She’d kept you up all night and you were only just escaping back to your own dorm, so you stopped in the small coffeeshop on campus. It was so early that they were only just opening for the morning; one of the employees had just flipped the sign to ‘Open’ as you reached the door. He was behind the counter before you could get the door open, and he was smiling, green eyes sparkling, brown hair pulled back in a cute little ponytail. “Good morning, what can I get for you?” His nametag read Harry and you stared at that for a few seconds before realizing that you needed to order something. “Oh, right. Um, get me whatever you’d order. A drink and something to eat, please.” He just beamed at you as he moved around to get you an apple crumble muffin and a cinnamon latte, chatting happily as he went. When he finally sat the items down in front of you, he actually looked you in the eyes and spoke. “They’re on the house if you promise you’ll come back again.” He was cute and seemed nice so you agreed and thanked him for his generosity. The next day you returned and found that he was still just as cute and just as nice and a few days later he asked you out on a date.
Liam: You were lost. Most definitely, you had no idea what building you were in, but you were fairly certain you were on the entirely wrong side of the campus. You still had twenty minutes until your class started and while you probably should be there a bit early, you were tired and you didn’t know where you were and all of the people that had passed you by were either in groups or they just looked intimidating. You were standing against the wall of a small lounge area, checking your phone, and biting your nails when someone came up beside you. “Are you okay?” The masculine voice surprised you a bit, but you looked up at the deep brown eyes directly in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, backing away a step or two. “You just look worried and maybe a bit lost. I thought I saw you a few buildings over and you looked just as harried as now. Do you need some help?” By the looks of this guy - strong, calm, kind - he probably knew his way around the campus. “Um, yeah. I’m looking for Edward Hall, do you know where that is?” He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I know exactly where that is. Come on, I’ll take you there.” On the way over, Liam introduced himself and told you a bit about himself and he listened carefully as you told him a few things too. When you finally arrived at the door to your class with five minutes to spare, he asked if he could have your number. Maybe getting lost hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
Niall: Everyone at the school knew that the famous Niall Horan had enrolled at your university after the band had decided to take a short break. No one could understand why he’d want to spend his time at school when he was still rich and didn’t need to get an education to get another job. There were sightings of him all over campus, there were the occasional fangirl mobs when the fans grew sentimental and knew exactly where to find him, but he insisted that he’d changed. The school’s paper interviewed him and he claimed that he just wanted the experience, he wanted to learn more since he’d had too many years of school that he’d missed, and he could always use the degree in the end of it all to prove that he wasn’t just some stupid former boyband guy. You met him one day when he slipped into the classroom at the last minute, the only available seat was the one beside you although more would have opened up if he’d only have given them time. He threw that charming Irish grin at you and his blue eyes sparkled and you were a goner like you were sixteen again and he was up on a stage. Everyday that you had that class, he would take the seat beside you, always showing up at the last moment to throw you that heartstopping smile before focusing on the front of the class. It was amazing that you weren’t failing the class; you could sense his presence beside you, your skin prickled with the knowledge that if you just shifted your arm a fifth of an inch, you would be touching him. It was nerve-wracking and wonderful and you couldn’t believe your luck the day that he professor paired you together for a project that would last the rest of the semester, which would allow you two to create a lasting friendship that held the potential to become more.
Louis: He looked bored out of his mind as he stood backstage, waiting for the director to direct him. You were working on painting a set piece, but you were a bit distracted by him. Louis Tomlinson, the senior lead of the play, a tiny boy with a big voice and bright blue eyes. You’d had a crush on him ever since you first glimpsed him on the first day of classes. He’d been making a scene in the quad while he broke up with his girlfriend, and that had drawn the attention of everyone. Despite the total dickhead move of breaking up with her in the middle of a very public area, you fell in love right then and there as the sunlight sparkled in his eyes and he brushed his hair out of his face. Now here you were painting sets for the play that he was a lead in and you could barely breath in the paint fumes anymore because he was so distracting. “Louis!” The director shouted at him and he jumped to his feet. They exchanged some quick words and then Louis was darting around through the backstage area. The problem with that is that there’s not as much lighting back there as there really should be when you’re painting the sets, and that sort of makes it difficult to see where ones feet are landing. Just his luck and yours, Louis stepped right into the pan of paint that you’d been using. He skidded a few feet before crashing into a nearby wall. “Oh my god! Are you okay! Oh no oh no oh no!” You raced over to check on him and for a moment you were really concerned because all he was doing was laughing and looking up at you with a very strange look in his eyes. With a grin and a very adorable voice, he said, “Look at that. I’m already falling for you.” And it worked because within the week the two of you were an official couple.
