Zayn: You were sitting outside your class, waiting for the one inside of it to be released and because the area was quiet and you were alone, you closed your eyes to try and sleep for a bit. Then you heard rapid footsteps approaching you then turning and then coming back towards you, pausing, and continuing on. You couldn’t figure out what they were doing, but when you opened your eyes, you saw the most beautiful man you’d ever seen walking towards you. He looked panicked and confused, turning to look in every classroom window that he passed. “Do you need help?” You asked finally a when he reached where you were sitting. “Where’s room 2034?” His voice was soft and shy like he didn’t want to seem stupid. “Right here.” You pointed at the door a little to your right. “It’s my next class too. Don’t worry, you’re not late.” With a sigh of relief, he collapsed down onto the floor beside you and held out his hand. “I’m Zayn.”
Louis: Usually when Louis went “missing” someone knew where he was, even if they wouldn’t say. This time though, absolutely no one knew where he’d gone. One minute he was onstage with the rest of the boys for sound check and then he was ducking backstage. After that he was gone. Paul was furious and considering sending out a search party for the “pain in my arse” You weren’t aware of all of this; you were just casually playing a game on your phone while tucked in the back corner of the stadium, as far from everyone as you could be. Then there come a boy wandering into sight, looking at the doorways and everything, but he was frowning. When he spotted you, a grin broke out on his face, “Hey, you wouldn’t have any idea how to get back out to the stage would you? I’ve gotten a bit turned around.” You recognized him of course so you jumped at the opportunity to be his heroine. Their security members were ready to kill him when the two of you walked giggling onto the area just behind the stage.
Harry: The textbooks sat open in front of him, pen clinched between his teeth, and a line seemed permanently etched between his brows. “Why are you frowning, Harry?” You sighed, reaching out for the notebook of yours that he’d stolen to try and help you with your coursework. “This doesn’t even make sense to me. How do you get that answer from all of these letters and numbers?” He raked a hand through his already messy hair and dropped the pen from his mouth onto the table. You laughed at him, “Sometimes I forget that you dropped out of school early. Did you never learn this?” It was basic calculus and sometimes it did make you feel like your brain was exploding, so you couldn’t imagine how lost he was feeling. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about this, right? You go sing and live your dreams I’m doing just fine with maths and studying.” He frowned again by you leaned over and kissed him until the crease in his brows disappeared.
Niall: It was your turn to choose a date and you picked one of your favorite places. You were there first since Niall had to come from rehearsals. You knew he might be a bit late because with all of their messing about, practices usually ran over time a little. When he was an hour late and there was still no word from him, you sighed and fiddled with the cutlery set out on the table. An hour and a half after he was supposed to be there, your phone finally rang. “I’m so sorry! Rehearsal fan late and I’m lost. I’m sorry, babe.” Niall’s accent was always thicker when he was worried so right then, he was barely understandable. You sighed, “Just come over to my place. I’ll meet you there.” You left the restaurant behind, glad that it wasn’t a fancy one that would be angry with you for not actually buying anything. Niall apologized again and again, but he made it up to you later.
Liam: He can be competitive at times. Mostly when there’s money on the line, but a lot of the time, he just really wants to win. When Louis began betting on the game of Mario Karts that you were playing against Liam, that just encouraged Liam’s video game road rage. Louis was betting that you would win, Niall and Harry sided with him whole Zayn bet against them that Li would win. The final round resulted in your victory and three boys coming over to hug you in their joy. Liam was angry, face tinged pink as he stood up and left the room. You followed him to apologize or placate him or something but when you found him in the kitchen, he pressed you back against the cabinets and crushed his lips to yours in the first heated kiss of many. All because he lost a game.
