1D Preference: "Can I Kiss You?"
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Zayn: Your both sprawled out across the coach, a plush blanket drawn over your tangled legs, a movie you had seen many times over shoved into the DVD player, the neon lights on the edge of the player showing it was around halfway through the movie. And despite seeing the movie playing on the flat screen over fifteen times, you were still glued, eyes focused in on the figures moving across the screen. Zayn wasn’t as interested, his gaze wandering to the side of your face, inspecting your little reactions to every happening in the movie. His gaze lingered on your parted lips for a moment, stirring in his seat. “Hey, uh, Y/N," He poked your thigh under the blanket. “What?" You whispered, turning your head ever so slightly. “Can I kiss you?" Your eyebrows raised, “Why would you have to as-" He cut you off by smashing his lips quickly to yours, grinning childishly. “Sorry, carry on."
Liam: Tears were streaming down your cheeks, pooling, and then darkening across the grey of Liam’s shirt. You burrowed down farther into his embrace, fingers gripping onto the fabric to latch yourself onto him. “You know, he’s not worth your tears," Liam murmured into your hair, smoothing it down your back to leave a lingering kiss against the top of your head. “Hey now, you’re okay. I’ve got you. It’s time to stop crying, love," He pulled you away from him by your shoulders, using his thumb to swipe away the tears. His eyes lingered at your parted lips, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. You drew in a startled gasp. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes darting to yours for permission. “Can I kiss you?" Your heart fluttered in your chest as you leaned against him, “I thought you’d never ask me that.."
Niall: You nervously fiddled with your fingers, gaze casting down to your twiddling digits. The soft sound of the car engine filled your senses, your mind trying to focus on that rather than the fact that you were being taken home from your first date with Niall, by Niall. The nervous, fidgety feeling hadn’t died down the whole night, your cheeks staying flush without any makeup, your words coming out with a stutter, stumbling over your own feet, shaking fingers. It didn’t help when he pulled into your driveway, tagging along behind you to your front porch in the darkening night hours. “I had a good time tonight," He stated quietly, crystal blue eyes boring into yours. “I did too," You answered. For the first time in the entire night he looked nervous. “Can I, uh, kiss you?" You opened your mouth to protest, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips as he pulled you closer to him, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “I’ll be careful.."
Harry: His fingers outstretched, narrowly avoiding the loose fabric of your t-shirt as you darted past him in a fit of giggles, shuffling quickly down the hall. You continued to throw glances over your shoulder, picking up your pace as he came closer. A bright laugh left your lips as you threw open the back door, jogging out into the soft grass of the backyard. “Hey!" He caught the door before it slid completely closed, jogging out after you. “Stop running from me!" You grinned at him over your shoulder, enjoying the chase. It wasn’t long after breaking into a sprint that he caught up to you, arms linking around your waist to pull you up into his body. You thrashed, child like giggles erupting from your lips as he turned you in his arms, smirking down at you. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He murmured softly, lips inches from yours. “Y-you don’t have to ask-" His lips moved over yours to silence you, arm pressing you against him.
Louis: "You suck at cooking," You giggled. Perched on the island counter top, you watched as Louis tore around the kitchen like a small tornado, yanking pots and pans from the cabinets, tearing ingredients in and out of the pantry. He grumbled out a response, squinting to read the small text on the printed out recipe. You sighed, snatching your phone into your hand, “Why don’t we just order some take out?" He sighed in defeat, slapping the recipe back down onto counter. Partially cleaning his mess, he dusted his fingers off on a dish towel before moving to stand in between your legs. Hands gripped onto your thighs, forehead pressing against yours, sea blue eyes flicking to your lips. “Can I kiss you?" His nose nuzzled against your cheek, waiting for your answer. “Please."
