Liam: "I can't believe I'm at my first awards show!" you cried, tugging Liam across the red carpet. He laughed, turning you around to face him. "It's definitely a lot more fun with you here," he whispered, "But I have to go take some pictures with the boys!" You nodded, content to wander around and celebrity watch by yourself. After a few minutes, you stopped to adjust your shoes. It was certainly a dilemma, attempting to lean down with nothing to hang on to AND not flash everyone at the same time. As you were tugging on the back of your dress, a warm chuckle came from beside you. "Need some help, love?" Nathan asked. You smiled, recognizing the youngest member of The Wanted. "Please?" you said desperately, and he slipped one arm around your waist as you held on to his shoulder. "So," he began as you fixed your heel, "I sure hope you voted for The Wanted tonight!" You giggled, nudging him in the side as you stood up. "It was a bit of a conflict of interests, but as long as you don't tell-" "Her boyfriend," Liam said menacingly, coming up behind Nathan. You tried not to laugh as two of the sweetest teenage boys alive tried to stare each other down. You let out a strangled noise, and the two boys turned to look at you, immediately bursting into laughter at your expression. All tension disappeared as Nathan waved goodbye, leaving the two of you to enjoy the rest of the evening.
Louis: A bead of sweat dripped down your back as Louis pressed up against your chest. The two of you were in the middle of a rather packed club, the beat of the music pounding through the floor. Suddenly, you felt two hands grip your waist from behind. Twisting your head back, you saw a very flushed and mischievous looking Tom Parker. A giggle drifted out of your mouth as Louis pushed closer to you, throwing a dark look at the other boyband member who was purposely riling him up. As the two of them battled it out through the power of dance, you couldn't help but smile. After all, who were you to complain if you happened to find yourself in the middle of a sexy man sandwich for the night?
Niall: "Oh my gosh!" you screamed, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. "What's wrong, princess?" Niall asked, worry creasing his eyebrows. "That's Siva from The Wanted," you squeaked, digging your nails into your boyfriend's arm. He released a slow sigh, gently pushing you towards the caramel-skinned Irish. Gathering up your courage, you tapped him on the shoulder. "Siva?" you asked softly. "Hello, love!" he replied brightly. A relieved smile spread across your face as you distractedly handed Niall your camera, asking him to take a picture. A look of shock passed across Siva's face when he noticed who it was, although he quickly masked it. You nervously fixed your hair and went to pull a tube of lipgloss from your purse when Siva wrapped an arm around your waist. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes drifting across your face. A blush bloomed across your cheeks, although you were interrupted from replying by a blinding flash. "Done!" Niall exclaimed cheekily, grabbing your arm and starting to walk away. You quickly waved goodbye and snatched your camera from Niall's hand to look at the picture. You exploded from laughter when you saw that the majority of the picture was obstructed by Niall, close up to the camera and giving a thumbs up. He grinned, pointing out that you could still you and Siva staring at each other in the corner. After a sweet kiss, you both agreed that the picture had been improved immensely.
Zayn: "Psst!" you heard from behind you. Ignoring it, you looped your arm through Zayn's, assuming it was just paparazzi. "Psst," it came again, more insistently this time. Before you knew it, a warm body was pressed up against yours from behind. You swallowed a shriek as a familiar voice began speaking softly. "Your dress is ripped," Max whispered, "And I think you'd rather have shots published of you getting fought over by two boyband members than of your knickers being broadcast to the world. Zayn's eyes widened as he saw Max's position, but he nodded, apparently having heard the story. "I can take over, mate." Zayn whispered, moving behind you. Max stood his ground, a goofy smile spreading across his face. "It's alright, man. This position is actually very ideal." Max quickly began to shuffle you towards the bathroom, as a moody Zayn followed closely beside you. You slipped inside, and 1D's stylist quickly delivered a new dress to you. Let's just say that when you came back out, Max was nowhere in sight, and Zayn had an oddly smug smirk splayed across his face.
Harry: You couldn't help but laugh, clapping along to the boys' singing from backstage. They were performing their newest single, and Harry had been absolutely smashing it! Tonight's lineup had been amazing, and according to the program, The Wanted were up next. Speak of the devil, Jay McGuiness casually walked up beside you at that exact moment. "How about a kiss for good luck?" he teased, quirking an eyebrow. You laughed, quickly feeling Harry's strong arms wrap around your waist. He dropped a quick kiss on the top of your head, his eyes not leaving Jay the whole time. "Sorry, mate!" you said casually, grabbing Harry's hand and walking away. "I've only got room for one curly-haired boy in my life!" Jay gave a good-natured wave, and Harry softly squeezed your fingers as the two of you went to celebrate.