Ashton:
"So how are you and (Y/N)?" You heard Calum ask in the living room. You were in the kitchen getting a drink and were intrigued by what Calum was asking.
"Yeah, we're good. But we haven't kissed yet. I don't know what's wrong man. We've had moments where I think it's gonna happen but then it just doesn't," Ashton answered.
It's true - you hadn't kissed yet but you thought it would just happen in time.
Before you could move to the fridge two arms wrapped around your waist. "Hey," he kissed you on the cheek. You turned around in his arms and put your lips to his hastily. You leant back and looked at his happily shocked face.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"Nothing," you lied as you continued to get your drink and sauntered back into the leaving; leaving him staring at you in awe.
Calum:
"Hey, (Y/N)?"
"Yes Calum?"
"What ever happened to that Jake guy?" He asked.
"Jack?"
"Same thing."
You laughed. "He was fun but not really boyfriend material."
"Feel my shirt," he commanded as he jutted his chest out. You stroked his shirt and he smirked before saying: "that's boyfriend material."
You hit his chest playfully. "You're an arsehole."
"But you love me," he smiled wildly showing his teeth.
'I do.'
"Haha yeah," you teased.
"Do you really love me?" He asked seriously.
"What?" You glared at him in disbelief.
"Ah fuck it," he mumbled and before you could ask him what he was doing he was kissing you. He pulled back and smiled, "because I think I might just love you too."
Luke:
Sitting on the bed in his hotel room, you're tucked under his arm with your head on his chest whilst watching some random movie. You're not really paying attention and you keep sneaking glances at Luke.
"What?" He asked as he looked down at you.
"Nothing," you said innocently and turned back to the TV.
"Seriously, what?"
"You just look so....good?"
"Good?" He laughed.
Handsome. Hot. Cute. Kissable.
You and Luke had been on a few dates and hung out but you didn't really know what you were. Friends? Dating? In a relationship?
Before you could avert your gaze back to the film, he was leaning in towards you slowly. His lips stopped just millimetres from yours and his eyes scanned your: face searching for that yes.
You didn't reply but instead pressed your lips to his.
"You look good too," he giggled again before kissing you once more.
Michael:
It's your third date with Mikey and you two are at the beach. You're walking along, holding hands, in a comfortable silence.
"I don't wanna leave next week," he complained.
"Why not? I'd leave to go on tour around the world."
He laughed lightly. "I'm gonna miss you, though. I really like you and just don't want you to forget about me when I'm gone," he gripped your hand tighter an began rubbing his thumb over yours.
"I could never forget about you. I'll still be right here when you get back. I promise," you leaned in and kissed him lightly at first but he soon snaked his arm around your waist and deepened the kiss.
"I definitely don't wanna leave next week," he smiled and you giggled.