One Direction Imagines

Imagine #1: Kylah and Niall

I had just finished getting ready for my date with Niall since he had been back from tour and I was waiting near the door, fiddling with the hem of my skirt. I heard him run up the steps and ring the doorbell. When I opened the door I caught my breath and my heart sped up just like it had on our first date. He was wearing jeans, a blazer, and a simple snapback and he had a shy smile on his lips. "Hey." I whispered.

Niall pulled his right hand out from behind his back, revealing a red rose. "Hey babe." he replied, handing the rose to me and leading me outside.

I started to tug him towards the sidewalk, but he kept hold of my hand, pulling me into his chest so that our lips were only centimeters apart. "I missed you Kylah." he said, molding his lips to mine.

I kissed him back and he put his big hand on the small of my back, pressing my body against his. I trailed my hands up from his chest to behind his head and tugged lightly on his brown roots. I heard him groan in the back of his throat and I smiled against his lips.

Imagine #2 Ashley and Harry

I was just another fan in the crowd. Another pretty face at another long signing. But then Harry gave me his number. Louis had whispered to him as I shuffled forward in the line, reaching my merchandise over to Niall, the boy closest to me. I couldn't believe my eyes and as soon as I knew that Harry had left the signing I dialed the number with shaking hands.

"Um...Hello?" Harry asked in that slow, deep voice that gave me shivers.

"Hi." I answered quietly. "Um...I'm a fan. I was at the signing. You gave me your number." I explained, getting more and more unsure of this with every word out of my mouth.

"Yeah...I um...I remember. It's not like I give this number to millions of fans a day." he chuckled.

"Right." I said. This was becoming awkward.

"So...uhh. Do your want to meet up for coffee, like, tomorrow...or something?" Harry asked.

Oh. My. God. I was about to start fangirling so I quickly blurted that I was free and he should text me the details. As soon as I hung up I threw myself down on my bed and screamed into my pillow.

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In the late afternoon of the next day I dressed in the sundress that I had chosen the day before, grabbed my phone and my purse, and headed out the door. There was a cute bow in my curly brown hair, and my steps were light and excited as I walked to the nearest Starbucks. Harry met me there, and we both got a coffee to go and headed to his hotel room with the boys. They had an interview today, but Harry wanted to meet up before they left New York, so he invited me over for dinner with him and the boys.

When we walked into the hotel room I was greeted with enthusiasm fromthe boys. Niall immediately jumped up from the couch where he was eating takeout and hugged me, leading me into the main part of the suite.

"Vas happenin? Does our little Hazza want to 'get some' tonight?" Zayn said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Surprisingly, Harry blushed, but I replied, smirking: "We would, but given the

current sleeping arrangements, we wouldn't want you boys to feel uncomfortable. Hazza here looks to be the loud type in bed."

Niall burst out laughing, almost spitting out the takeout that he was eating.

Where did he get all this food? No one else was eating anything...

About an hour later, after Niall and the rest of us had eaten way more food than was normally healthy, we were watching a random TV show on Comedy Central and everyone was bored. I had told my mom that I was at a friends house and the boys didn't have anything scheduled before eleven the next day, so we could all stay up all night if we wanted to. During what felt like the millionth commercial break in the past hour Louis leapt up off the couch and yelled: "Truth or Dare time!!!!" All of us agreed, mainly because we didn't have anything better to do, and Liam tweeted the fans asking for good questions and dares.

"Niall," Zayn asked, "Truth...or Dare?"

"I'll do truth," Niall answered, and Louis yelled "Party-pooper!" loudly in his ear, making him wince.

"Ok. Your question is...Have you ever kissed or had sexual contact with a fan?"

Niall turned tomato red when he heard the question and answered really quietly, his Irish accent especially noticeable.

"Uhh...Yeah, um she was really hot and stuff and we kind of snogged after a signing in Dublin an yeah..."

"Yeah! Go Nialler!" The boys whooped and hollered while Niall tried to sink further into his seat. I sat there, torn between feeling sorry for Niall, or teasing him with the others. But little did I know that it would soon be my turn to blush. Liam was next, and his dare was to lick Zayn's cheek. Niall and I laughed at Zayn's face, this was definitely good payback for Zayn's previous question. When it was Louis' turn to choose Harry's dare, we all knew that it would be a moment to remember. Liam was already getting out his phone to catch it one video. But Louis' dare was something I could have never predicted.

"Harry," he said, "Your dare...is to kiss one person in this room for at least ten seconds on the lips."

Harry's face paled and then reddened as he turned to me to ask permission.

"Umm..." he said, "Your really fit and cool and I don't want to make you uncomfortable and I can use up my chicken if you want and I promise I'll tell Louis off later for this and you know, you can always say no and..."

"Just kiss me already!" I exclaimed, "I'm not some precious little kitten or something!" Harry's face relaxed and he broke out into a 'Harry Grin,' the type that showed his dimples.

"Ok then...if your sure" he said, moving over me and leaning in. When his plump lips met mine my insides melted and my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, lightly tugging on the curls there. He moaned against my lips and nibbled my bottom lip. Our mouths were moving together and the fireworks I was feeling were too bright for him to not feel anything as well. We continued to make out, completely forgetting about his bandmates who were watching until they started to let out really loud whoops of encouragement and yells of "Go Harry!" or "Ten seconds guys, ten seconds!"

We pulled apart, and the slightly dazed look in Harry's green eyes told me that he had definitely felt something as well. Maybe I would become more than just a fan to him.