Louis: Your first kiss with Louis wasn't planned, it was abrupt and sudden, fitting to his personality. You and Louis had been dating for about a month now, officially, but he had yet to kiss you. You were over at his and Harry's flat along with the rest of the boys, playing a bit of football (soccer) in their backyard. The teams were you, Harry, and Niall, versus Liam, Zayn, and Louis. Harry passed you the ball and you dribbled towards the goal, about to have a wide open shot when you slammed into a muscular, and familiar, body. Stumbling and nearly toppling backwards, Louis' arms caught your hips and before you could yell at him for disrupting your shot, he pulled your waist flush with his and pressed his soft, slightly minty lips against yours for a few seconds. He pulled away and gazed into your eyes grinning wildly before winking and kicking the ball towards the other goal, leaving you stunned.
Harry: You and Harry had been best friends for a few years now and you had always wanted to be more, but didn't know if he felt the same. You were at his and Louis' flat having a Christmas/Louis' Birthday party with the boys and their girlfriends. It was nearing midnight on Christmas Eve and most of the boys were piss drunk. You and Harry were under a blanket on the couch watching the Polar Express when Harry got up and strode across the room. When you asked what he was doing he motioned for you to come over. Being too tired to question him, you yawned and walked to wear he stood. "3...2....1 Happy Christmas (Y/N)" he counted down before pulling your chest against his and kissing you tenderly, his lips tasting of peppermint. As he pulled away, you both smiled and you questioned him with your eyes. In response, he smirked and pointed to the ceiling above you. Mistletoe, the sneaky bastard.
Niall: Yours and Niall's first kiss couldn't have been more cliche and classic, yet romantic all the same. It was your fourth date with Niall and you weren't technically his girlfriend yet but you could tell he wanted you to be. As he drove you home from the diner that chilly autumn night, he walked you to your front door, being the gentleman he is. You slipped off his black cardigan which he lent you, but he insisted you keep it. You smiled gratefully and hugged him, you wished him a goodnight and turned to unlock the door but he turned you around, lifting your chin with his thumb as his mesmerizing blue eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes. Before you knew it, his slightly chapped lips were on yours, his arms hung lazily around your hips. As he pulled away, he gave you his signature crooked smile, his hand still laced into yours, before pulling away, unlacing your fingers and disappearing into the frigid October night.
Liam: You and Liam had been dating for about two months and to your dismay, he was taking his sweet time in taking the next step. Tonight was the MSG performance and you stood backstage with the other girlfriends as the boys performed. Liam was performing perfectly and he kept glancing your way after every song as you smiled and gave him a thumbs up. After they were finished the boys came roaring backstage, jumping up and down and screaming. Before you could register what was happening, Liam was running straight for you, knocking people out of the way and wrapping you in his arms, lifting you and spinning you around. You laughed as he set you down but he silenced you by saying, "thank you, so so much (Y/N) you have no idea how much it means that you're here with me" he says. "Of course Li, you were great, I wouldn't miss it for the w-" but you were cut off my Liams soft, slightly wet lips on yours as he lifted you again, his hands beneath your thighs as you wrapped yours around his neck, lightly gripping on the collar of his shirt. "thank you" he repeated against your lips as he set you down, before connecting his lips to your own once more.
Zayn: "Zayn I don't know if i can do this anymore" you said, tears silently slipping down your cheeks, your laptop open and tossed into the corner of the room, twitter open, your mentions filled with hate. You sat on the bed, knees curled to your chest, arms wrapped around them. Zayn stood in the doorway of your room, holding in tears. "(Y/N)..." he started but you cut him off with a loud sob. "I can't" you repeated over and over again. It two quick strides, he was at the foot of your bed, before crawling in and pulling you into his lap, facing him. You hung your head, trying to hide your tears but he dipped his head down under yours, pressing his lips against yours, gently but passionately. After a minute or so he pulled away and you gazed into his hazel eyes, still glistening with tears. "Please, please try" he whispered and you found yourself nodding. He smiled and leaned in again.