One Direction Preferences

12. Your first kiss

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Louis: You and Louis had been on a few dates before, this was your fourth to be exact. You really enjoyed being with Louis. You felt no pressure when you were around him, unlike all your previous relationships. You decided to go to the annual Yorkshire carnival, because Louis was determined to one day win you a stuffed bear. Finally, the moment had come for him to do so…the moment of truth, if you will. You were standing at one of the strength games. The carney had given Louis a huge mallet, and after doing some dramatic preparation,  Louis slammed down the mallet as hard as he could. You weren’t very surprised to see that the weigh went straight to the top, making the bell sound loudly. “What do you know, we have a winner,” the carney said in a sarcastic voice. Louis picked out a stuffed bear bigger than his entire upper body. “I got this for you, babe!” he says, turning to you with a large grin on his face. You accept the plushie, with an equally enthusiastic grin. You stuff it under one arm, and hug with with the other. You looked up at him, smiling so much it hurt. He gave you a small kiss; Your first with him. “Let me carry that for you,” he said, “You look like you’re having some trouble there.” He carried the plushie all the way to the car, then up your door step and to the sofa in the living room for you. 

Harry: You and Harry had been dating for a few weeks now. Despite what everyone said, he didn’t have a whore bone in his body. He’s quite the opposite actually. He made it clear that he wanted to take everything slowly…he values your relationship and doesn’t want to screw it up by going to fast. So three weeks into your relationship, you haven’t even kissed yet. Harry said he was waiting for the right moment, and that was fine by you. You too were cuddling on the couch in his flat, watching his favorite film, “Love Actually”. He kept whispering all the lines in your ear, and you kept shushing him. “Harry, I can’t hear the movie if you’re talking,” you complain. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll stop, I swear,” he promises. You didn’t believe it for one minute though. Sure enough, ten minutes later, he was saying the lines aloud again. “Harry Styles! If you don’t stop, I’ll tickle you! I swear!,” you threaten. “Oh no, not the tickles!” he mocks. You climb on top of him and begin tickling his sides. your fingers danced up and down, and Harry couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay! Stop it, please! Pleaseeee!’ he begs, tears streamed down his face from laughing so hard. You pin his hand above his head, and he stays there, even though he could easily break free. “Okay, babe. What’s the deal? Are you gonna quit saying all the lines?” you say teasingly. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he says, breathless. “I’m listening,” you nod. “I’ll stop talking if I can have a kiss,” he bargains. You pretend to think about it, even though your mind was made up the minute it came out of his mouth. “Hmmmm, okay. I suppose that’s a fair deal,” you agree. You let go of his hands, and he moves them to rest on your hips. You lean down slowly and press your lips against kiss. It was perfect. It was everything you imagined and more. You pulled back and smiled. “Wow, if you kiss me like that every time, I swear I’ll never speak during a film again,” he coos. You peck his lips one more time before cuddling up to his side once more. Love Actually is your favorite movie now, just because it reminds you of the first kiss you had with Harry.

Zayn: "Hurry up Y/N! Before it's gone!" Zayn had a firm grip on your hand as he tugged you through his house and toward his backyard. "But it's just a butterfly! I don't see what's so special about a stupid little... Oh..." your tirade was cut short by the fluttering of delicate blue wings in front of your face. The little creature had perched itself on the tip of your nose and your eyes were wide with wonder. "It's so pretty," you whispered softly, eyes glancing to your best friend only to find him smiling at you with a certain fondness in his eyes. "I knew you'd like it," he replied, a little smugly seeing that he could make you smile like that. And maybe a little too loudly since the butterfly hopped off your nose and flew off into the crisp summer air. You waved a small goodbye to the receding dot in the sky before turning to Zayn and wrapping your arms around him. "That was the prettiest butterfly I've ever seen in my life so thank you for dragging me through your house to see it." And with that you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. That had been the August of your fifth year. But even now, every time you kissed your boyfriend, you still got those proverbial "butterflies in your tummy."

Niall: "Can I kiss you?" It was an out-of-the-blue, spur-of-the-moment question and his cheeks flamed right after asking it. You laughed a little. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything but we've been dating for a while now and I just really want to kiss you but I don't to pressure you or anything so I'll be okay if you don't want to but I just thought it would polite to ask in case you aren't the type who likes surprise kisses and I don't even know why I'm still talking because I'm sure I've just made a fool of myself and you probably want to break up..." What a rambler this boy was. You cut him off. "Niall," he looked up at you, blue eyes wide and full of a cocktail of emotion, "just kiss me." He reached out very tentatively and cupped your face in his hands. He slowly leaned into you and his lips barely ghosted over yours. You felt, more than heard, the deep breath he took to steel himself before swooping back in to capture your lips. He tasted of a combination of the soda and candy he had had a few moments before mixed with something undeniably Niall, some kind of spice, possibly cinnamon. He pulled away and looked right at you, "Was that okay?" You simply wound your arms around his neck and pulled him back down to you by way of response.

Liam: You were both standing on the doorstep to your apartment, clothes dripping wet from being caught in the sudden downpour. But despite being completely chilled to the bone and disregarding the fact that you were probably going to get sick if you didn't change out of your wet clothes, you were both laughing, almost hysterically actually. "The cab driver was ready to strangle us," you wheezed out in between giggles. "I can't believe you asked if you could pay him in hard candy!" "I can't believe he agreed!" "He seemed genuinely upset when you told him all you had was butterscotch though." This set you both off into a another fit of raucous laughter. When you had both calmed down significantly he tugged on your hand and pulled you out onto the sidewalk. "But Harry," you cried, "it's still raining." "Yes Y/N, I can see that," he stated coolly, "but I wanted to dance with you." He spun you around slowly before pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled and draped your arms around his neck. You two just swayed on the sidewalk to the wordless tune he was humming. Suddenly he just stopped. He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. They were cold and chapped from the night air, but satisfying all the same. He pressed his forehead against yours. "I've always wanted a kiss in the rain."