Niall:
Cinderella
Niall considered himself hopeless for love. While all his friends were out with their girlfriends, he’d be sitting at home watching derby with his trusty right hand. All until one night his friends decided to throw him a party where he could try to meet someone he’d like and not mope around all the time.
At the same time, your best friend Eleanor snuck you out from your stepmother’s home to the party.
“I’m really not sure about this El,” you mutter, trying to keep up with her as you walk through the club. “If my stepmom finds out I snuck out I’ll be up to my neck in chores.” As if you weren’t already.
“Oh hush. For one night don’t worry about your bitchy mom and excessive chores. Besides your stepmom is out for the night doing who knows what with your stepsisters,” she points out. She drags you up to the VIP section where a group of guys sit. Each one of them has a girl on their lap and Eleanor goes to join her boyfriend Louis. “(Y/N), this is Niall. Niall, this is my friend (Y/N).” You go to the only boy without a girl on him. He’s quite the looker, you think, with his blonde wispy hair and shocking blue eyes. Niall’s bored eyes don’t even look up to you, being that every girl so far has uninterested him. It isn’t until Louis nudges him that his eyes finally fall on you.
His eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets as he stumbles to stand up to properly greet you.
“Hi,” you say, looking down at your feet as your cheeks flush. Niall takes your hand and lifts it up to his mouth, kissing every knuckle while not removing his gaze from your eyes.
“Hi, I’m Niall and you just took my breath away.”
Liam:
Hercules
He was the kid no one believed in. Liam was always bullied and an outcast in his younger years. The kid who had big hopes and dreams, but didn’t match to his nerdy weak exterior. However, as he began to mature he became more defined; mentally and physically. His muscles bulged and abs defined as he walked with much more confidence. Almost every girl would practically throw themselves at him at every turn.
Liam would turn every one of them down with his sights on one girl; you. You rolled your eyes as yet another group of girls had Liam surrounded on your day out. Of course three years ago they would’ve gossiped about how unruly he looked, not bothering to give him the time of day. Soon Liam comes back to join your side.
“Well Superstar, another day another bag of broken hearts,” you comment, continuing on your walk in the park.
“I told you to stop calling me that,” he groans, playfully shoving you. “And I’m not interested in girls like that: with their breasts poking out and live at the tanning beds. You know me.”
“Sure Superstar, sure.” Liam groans again. “I know you so well because I’m the only one who knows you’re still the same comic book nerd who loves Batman from elementary school.” Liam smiles and throws his arm around you in a friendly manner. You hold backs shiver.
You try to ignore the racing in your chest, reminding yourself that Liam is only a friend, your best friend. You’d never admit to him or anyone else your true secret feelings for him.
Zayn:
Beauty and the Beast
Zayn has always been a bit cold hearted, keeping his distance from others. His face terrified people because of how dangerous his eyes glared and jaw always clenched. He only cared about his wealth and looks; nothing more nothing less. That was until you came and brought something…different.
You were assigned to be his study partner for English, seeing as the only class he can’t buy his way through with money and charm. That charm that isn’t present when he’s around you. Zayn found out quick you weren’t moved by his looks or his money, which gave him a deep irritation for you quick.
“Hey, are you alright? You’ve been quiet today.” Zayn made it a point to try to insult you at every chance he had. None of them bothered you, but he didn’t care. He’d try anything to get under your skin. He shrugs, going back to studying his book. Weird, you think, but go back to studying.
“I don’t understand any of this,” hr grumbles, shoving the book towards you. “Read it for me.” You glare at him before pushing the book back and moving your chair closer to him. He stiffens. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not reading it for you, but I will help you decipher it. Shakespeare can be difficult to read at first.” He’s surprised now at the sincerity in your voice. Both of you can feel the air changing as Zayn puts his arm around the back of your chair as you help him. There definitely is something there that wasn’t there before.
Harry:
Princess and the Frog
From the first look at him, you knew you wanted nothing to do with Harry. You were born as a hard worker. You didn’t think of the easy way out for anything. Instead you worked hard day after day, saving up every penny you got your hands on. Just like your parents had worked their way from the ground up for their home. If you wanted to get there, you’d get there with your own hands, not with someone just giving it to you.
Whereas Harry was born in a wealthy lifestyle. He had everything spoon fed into his mouth ever since he was born, never worked a day in his life, spent money as if it were nothing, got any woman he wanted. Every woman except you.
“How about dinner tonight?” He asks, with his cocky smirk.
“I thought you stopped trying days ago,” you mutter, weaving around him to give another table their orders. “What? Find other girls to screw around with?” His smirk drops slightly, letting you know you were correct. “I knew it, you are just a womanizer and another rich conceited asshole.” You’re about to walk away, when he grabs your elbow.
“I’m not rich, okay? My parents are, but they cut me off. I don’t have anything. They sent me to this town to get my head straightened out,” Harry admits in a low whisper. He looks back to your face, smirk back on his face. “So how about that’s date? I already talked your boss and he is more than happy to give you the night off.” You look at him wearily before sighing.
“Pick me up at seven, but if you’re even a minute late-“
“I’ll make sure to be ten minutes early,” he reassures. Before Harry leaves he gives you a quick peck on the cheek. “See you tonight, love.”
Louis:
Tangled
Your whole life consisted of protection. Your parents never let you out of the house much, even as a teenager you only left the house mostly for school. You only had the company of your rebellious neighbor, Louis, with you. Louis helped you escape more times than you could count from your balcony and brought you out to explore the world.
“There’s somewhere special I want to go today,” he says one night. You ignore the tingly feeling that comes with his hand holding yours as you travel through the dark forest. “You’re gonna love it.” It didn’t matter where Louis took you. You trusted him with your safety and he hasn’t failed you yet.
You gasp as you come to a clearing. There’s a big lake that expands out far as you could see. A small boat is docked at the shore with fairy lights sprinkled all around the edge and a blanket laying on a seat.
Louis takes you over and sits you down across from him. He begins to row out to the middle of the lake. Louis lays down on the blanket and gestures for you to lay next to him. The boat is small, so you have to lay half on top of him.
“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, not wanting to break the beautiful scene before you. You’re far enough from the city that you can see all the stars in the sky. You turn to face Louis and see him already staring back at you. “Thank you.” You feel his arm sneak around you before pulling you on top of him. Louis hesitantly licks his lips while staring at yours.
“Can I?” He whispers,combing back a piece of hair from your face. You lean in closer until your lips touch.
