Harry:
You’re so caught up in it all; the rows upon rows of illustrious, stunning people. The poignant lights and blinding camera flashes, the engaging music, the exceptionally beautiful women, wearing the breathtakingly incredible lingerie they were showcasing. You are so caught up being front row of the Victoria’s Secret show, that you jump when a pair of lips graze your ear, “none of these girls,” Harry whispers in your ear, hand in place on your thigh, “are as beautiful as you.” You tear your eyes away from the action for a moment to look at your boyfriend, giving him a disbelieving look. “Its so true baby” he whispers, leaning in and placing a kiss to your cheek.
Niall:
Placing the large bowl of popcorn in Niall’s lap you hope it will placate him enough to endure the rest of the show. “You know, I never thought I’d hear you complain so much about watching girls parade in their underwear,” you tell him, taking the seat next to him on the couch, the two of you watching the Victorias Secret fashion show. “Its great and all, it really is” he winks “but there’s nothing sexier than you with some quality bed hair, one of my tops and a pair of those lacy undies on” his grin much cheekier now. “None of those girls could pull it off, I’ve got my angel right here” he grins, dropping the bowl of popcorn onto the table and crawling on top of you, peppering kisses to your face as you squirm.
Zayn:
“Nice talking to you too” you smile to the Modest representative you were talking to, your attention returning to your boyfriend across the room, talking to the distinctive blonde that is Candice Swanopoel. You take a tentative sip of your champagne as you continue watching them, taking a breath of relief once you notice them parting ways, Zayn heading over to you. “Baby,” he greets, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a gentle kiss to your cheek, “how was Candice?” you ask, cringing at your jealousy almost immediately, annoyed however when Zayn laughs. “Jealous maybe?” he asks. “Of course” you counter. “Well you shouldn’t be” He assures you, letting his hand slip from your waist to your bum. “She’s not my type,” he whispers in your ear. “What’s your type then?” you ask. “You” he whispers.
Louis:
“Home” you yell out to Louis, slamming the door to your apartment shut and making your way to the living room before dropping your bags and collapsing onto the couch where Louis was sitting, playing FIFA. “How was work?” he asks, pausing the game and placing the remote on the table. “Exhausting and self-esteem damaging,” you sigh, crawling into his open arms. “There is something about photographing a Victorias Secret model that just eats at your self confidence” you share. e presses a kiss to your temple, “baby” he coos. “They’re so freakin’ perfect!” you swear frustrated. “I don’t think they’re perfect,” he counters. “Liar” you laugh, reaching back and tugging a hand through his hair. “Nope, you’re perfect” he smiles, kissing you.
Liam:
“This kills me every time” you tell Liam, holding up the magazine from August 2013, featuring the band with none other than Rosie Huntington- Whiteley. “And I don’t know if it’s because I’m jealous of her or you” you add, looking down at one of your favourite models lying across the lap of your boyfriend. Liam just laughs at you, snatching the magazine from your hand and examining the cover. “I have a prettier girl sitting on my lap every day” he tells you. “ Is that so?” You smile, getting up from the couch and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Karen from security” he deadpans, earning a half-hearted shove to the chest and laugh from you. “In all seriousness baby, she has nothing on you. But, that’s not to say you shouldn’t don a pair of wings sometime and give me a private show” he winks, earning another gentle shove to the stomach.
