One Direction Preferences

187-He's the first to...

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Louis: ...say "I love you". He'd just blurted it out one day. You halted your movement, pulling away from his body for a second to stare into his eyes, your own filled with confusion and fear. "You don't have to say it back" he whispered, "I get it if you don't, I know you're scared", a smile spread across his lips, reassuring you. His lips pressed to yours softly, chastely, and those same words had spilled from your lips as well. 

Harry: ...kiss you. Walking down the hallway to your freshman geometry class, your boyfriend of three weeks appeared in front of you, taking your hand carefully in his as you walked together, you sharing about the chemistry test you were sure you'd just bombed. You arrived outside your classroom and his lips were suddenly on yours, and your eyes fluttered shut in surprise, your heart racing in a flurry of emotion. As he pulls away, a cute little smirk tugs as his lips as he saunters away to French. 

Niall: ...tell you that you're beautiful. He'd said it on the third date, when you opened the front door of your flat in sweats and a sleeveless t-shirt. You'd rolled your eyes and walked into the living room, him trailing happily behind you. "What?" he asked and you ducked your face behind a curtain of hair, scarlet rising to your cheeks. "has no one ever told you that?" he asks and you shake your head, no. "What? How?" he asks, tipping your chin up to face him and pressing his lips to yours, "you should be told every day that you're beautiful, 'cuz you are" 

Zayn: ...make love to you. You were scared, and underneath his soothing voice, so was he. You were trembling as your bare body slipped under the covers and he hovered over you, his lips brushing your with every word as he murmured, "I love you. I love you so damn much, please, tell me if you want me to stop" but you didn't. You nodded and his lips met yours. 

Liam: ...be there for you. Maybe you're crying because you got in a fight with your best friend, or the fans are sending you hate, or you miss your dad, but in an instant, he's there. He's by your side, gripping your hands in both of his, staring directly into your glossy eyes, pressing his lips to trails of tears on your cheeks. And maybe he's not saying anything, or maybe he's murmuring something about how he's there for you and it's okay, but he's there and that's what counts.

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