Louis: Most mornings you would wake up with him, legs and arms tangled together, bare skin pressed tight together, and you were happy. But on the other mornings, like after a fight, you would wake up alone, the bed cold and unwelcoming. You would walk to the living room and find him wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, trying to keep himself warm, but honestly the only way either of you was really comfortable sleeping was in bed, naked with each other. So those mornings after a fight, you would strip down in the living room, peel the blanket away from his skin, and slip under, either accidentally waking him up or feeling him snuggle closer to you depending on how bad the fight had been the night before. That's how you always make up.
Zayn: As any fan can tell you, Zayn can't swim. He doesn't really like the water much. When the two of you began dating, you became determined to change all of that. You brought him back to your house one night, to the backyard where the in-ground pool sat waiting darkly. "What are you doing, Y/N? You know I don't swim." He folded his arms, but watched as you began tugging your pants down your legs and you threw a smirk at him. "I was thinking we could change that tonight." Your top was swiftly pulled over your head and you stepped backwards into the deep end. When you surfaced, he was standing at the edge of the shallow end of the pool, one bare foot dipped into the water while the rest of him was completely clothed and dry. Not suitable at all. "Zayn, come on! I promise you won't regret it!" He lifted an eyebrow at you as you soon threw a wet piece of material out of the pool. "Please?" You begged, removing your last piece of clothing. After you taunted him a little bit more, he gave in, quickly undressing and then standing there next to the shallow end in all of his naked glory. He wouldn't go any further than the edge of the drop off, so you swam over to him. Zayn tugged you closer, running his hands over your body and he leaned down to kiss you, murmuring against your lips, "I like this. A lot."
Harry: It had seemed like he'd grown out of that naked phase that he'd had on the XFactor. You'd been friends with him for a while and never once had you seen him naked. Even when you started dating, you didn't see his bare skin although you were at his house all the time. But finally one day you walked in unannounced to find him standing butt naked in the middle of his kitchen. "Oh my God!" You screeched, covering your eyes, but admittedly peeking through a gap in your fingers. You sneakily watched him walk from the kitchen to go put on some clothes. When he returned he had put on some boxers but other than that he was still bare. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you." He apologized. "No it's my fault. So, uh, why were you eating naked?" He chuckled. "It feels freeing. You should join me sometime." You rolled your eyes but two days later when you walked in and found him laying naked on the sofa you figured you should probably get used to it and he managed to convince you to take your clothes off as well. At first you were uncomfortable but quickly you grew accustomed to the feeling of the cool air and his burning gaze on your skin. But he was right. It felt liberating.
Niall: Your family was all together and it was the start of summer break. You'd just gotten home from school and your brother had already been home for a couple days, settling in from his time away on his new job that you'd heard almost nothing about. You were putting everything in your room and since it was already such a warm day and you'd been so sweaty, you decided to take a shower. The bathroom connected your brother's room to yours and you'd had to share it your whole lives. Also at your school the bathroom was right on the other side of the thin dorm walls, so you'd grown used to the sound of a shower running at all times and normally tuned it out. On this particular occasion that was a bad, very bad thing. You had stripped down naked, grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom only to hear and feel your skin smack against another completely nude masculine body. He grabbed your arms before you could fall and you looked up at the face you would recognize anywhere although you'd never seen it in person before. Niall Horan was standing in front of you, both of you completely naked. "What are you doing in my bathroom?" You asked, because seriously why is there a naked celebrity in your bathroom, not that you were really complaining about it. "Didn't Y/B/N tell you that he worked on tour with us? He's like my fifth brother now." Suddenly he seemed to become aware that our bodies were still pressed together and he backed away, wrapping a towel around his waist. You did the same. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Niall." He laughed and looked you up and down. "You too." Later when you emerged from your bedroom to go down to dinner, you couldn't suppress the blush when Niall winked at you.
Liam: He didn't strike you as the cocky guy when you first met him, but soon enough he was proving to you that he would go to any lengths to get you to go out on a date with him. After repeatedly turning him down and saying that you just wanted to be friends with him, Liam seemingly gave up for a while. Until one day when you were at a pool party that he was hosting. You went looking for him through his house to let him know that the party was pretty much over as most people had started leaving after he vanished into the house. Of course you left his bedroom as the last place to check and that's where he was waiting for you, as if he'd known that you would show up. The lights in his bedroom were low, there were candles lit on every possible surface and he'd even sprinkled rose petals on the bed where he was posed completely naked, only a bouquet of roses covering his manparts. "Oh!" You spun around in the doorway. "Wow, Liam, I have to say you got me this time." Normally you would have some witty response to his attempts to romance you, but this time you were sort of speechless. "How long have you been lying there?" You asked as you finally composed yourself enough to turn around. "Almost an hour now. Is everyone gone?" You nodded, keeping your eyes from trailing down his strong body to the roses. "Well, then are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to do something about this?" He moved the bunch of flowers slightly and you blushed, "Fine, Liam. I'll go out with you. But this is not going to be our first date." He pouted but got up anyway, keeping the roses in front of him as he side-stepped over to his closet to get dressed and take you out on a real first date.
