BelladonnaBlade

Your favorite artist was playing at a massive club in Las Vegas, so, naturally, Niall decided to fly you out. You had already gotten on to him multiple times for it but couldn't be more thrilled.
On the night you were supposed to go, you went to open your suitcase to bet out the dress you were supposed to wear. However, the zipper got caught on the fabric and when you tried to yank it free you created a massive rip. Niall was fixing his hair when he heard you curse.
"What is it babe?" he asked, looking to your hands to find you holding the ruined garment.
Falling back on the floor and using one arm to cover your face, you held up the dress. "It's ruined."
He really wanted to laugh, but held it in. You started tearing through what little other clothes you had left. In the midst of your search, Niall picked up a pair of shorts and set them on your shared bed. He then looked in the bag from shopping earlier that day and picked out a shirt you had bought as a joke(you both always laughed at the saying). He put it in front of your face, and, sighing in defeat, you changed. After you were done Niall held up a pair of shoes that you put on as well. He took a look at you, then went to his own luggage to pull out a snapback that he put on your head.
"There," he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Perfect."
You smiled, then proceeded to leave the hotel to go to the club.

When Liam had told you that he was taking you on a vacation with just the two of you, you imagined Venice, or even the beach. You certainly didn't think he would you'd be going to Vegas. You didn't complain, though. After you were at the hotel for a while, he told you to get ready. You thought you were just going out to dinner, but you were more than surprised when he led you to a large casino.
You looked up at him confused, but he stared ahead while smirking and pulling you inside. He walked over to one of the tables, and you watched as he won every single round. This continued on for the night as you stood behind him, amazed. After winning yet another large sum of money, he looked up to you, beaming.
"You didn't think I could do this, did you?" You laughed and shook your head in response. He asked if you wanted to try, but you refused, not wanting to ruin his winning streak. After about another three hours of casino hopping and getting something to eat, you both walked down to a club. You could feel the bass throughout your entire body just by standing outside.
"Hey, babe?" you called.
He smiled down at you. "Yes?"
You should plan vacations a lot more often."

You sat at the bar at the after party, your ring being your only entertainment. You had danced with your friends for a while, but they all found a guy to dance with and you decided to go take a break. The music was loud and you sang along under your breath as people got drinks and mingled amongst themselves.
You sighed. You really did want to get up and have fun, but for some reason you couldn't find any real inspiration to get up from the stool.
A guy stood beside you and opened a beer bottle, then left the cap on the bar top. You eyed it, then the trash can near you. Picking up the cap, you placed it between your fingers and flicked it skillfully into the trash can. You smiled, feeling accomplished.
"Impressive," a voice said.
Turning around, you noticed that it was none other than Zayn Malik. "Thanks," you replied, smiling.
"Care to teach me?" he asked, showing off a crooked smile, a glint in his eyes.
''Sure," you agreed, ordering a few beers for the caps and going on to demonstrate and explain how to do it. He made an attempt, and after missing you corrected what he messed up on.
As he was aiming for the trash can, he stopped to say, "You know, I'm a big fan of your work and really want to get to know you. Do you want to go do something later?"
You blushed and giggled slightly. "Perhaps. I don't know when I could fit something in, though."
He smirked. "How about this-if I make this shot, I'll take you out for dinner tonight?"
You contemplated the decision, trying to figure out if this was a set up and he had purposely messed up the shots or if he was legitimately a beginner. "You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Malik." You decided that either way, you didn't care.
His smirk grew, and he flicked the cap towards the trash can, making it in. He turned to you. "Do you want to walk or drive?"
"In these shoes? Drive."
"Okay, but I'm paying."

Everyone was getting excited for the MTV Movie Awards. Your Twitter was being blown up with congratulatory messages for your nominations for your new action movie and mentions from people telling others to vote for you. When you logged on one day and were looking through your DM's, you saw that Louis Tomlinson had sent you a message.
You opened it and read, "First, congratulations on your nominations! The lads and I are huge fans and you have our full support." Your stomach leaped with excitement at the statement, and you kept reading when you got to a certain line. "If you've heard, we like to bring Nerf guns to the red carpet, and seeing how amazing you were in your last film, we were wondering if you would like to join in our epic battle?"
Smiling like a fool, you quickly replied, "Count me in!"
Finally, it was time for the show. You wore a jacket with an inside pocket to hide your weapon and arranged your arrival so that One Direction would show up right after you. You were walking down the carpet, currently posing for a picture, when loud screams and cheers announced that they were here. You continued taking pictures and were doing an interview when a dart hit your head. You turned and smirked at the boys, who were all looking around into space, acting like nothing happened. Slyly, you pulled out your own gun and shot at Zayn. He fired back, and Harry, Niall, and Liam joined in.
Louis turned on the boys, shooting each of their foreheads, and ran towards you. He stood in front of you, blocking the oncoming shots. As he stood there, he bellowed, "Have no fear! Tomlinson is here!" He took a shot to the chest, then falls to the ground. "Oh, cruel fate! Why must the handsome die young?" he yelled, earning a few laughs.
You knelt by his side, grasping his hand to your chest. "No! Don't leave me! What shall I do without you?"
He opened one eye and smirked at you. "Perhaps a kiss could heal me?"
You giggled and blushed, then bent down to place your lips to his. He jumped up and placed his fists on his hips while sticking his chest out. The guys all laughed, yelling, "Nothing can stop true love!"
By now everyone watching was in hysterics. The other four walked over to you two, laughing a bit themselves.
Harry spoke up. "You have no idea how long he's wanted to do that!"
Louis blushes and rubs his neck nervously, smiling at you.
You lean up to kiss his cheek. "My hero."

You were a leading actor on a TV show and had been interviewed by Ellen alone and with your co-stars a few times. You found each other easy to talk to and soon you both seemed like family to the other. You had just finished your fifth season, played a role in a show in England, and to top it all off you were offered a movie deal, so she called you back for another interview.
"So, a lot is going on, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," you said, giggling slightly.
"Do you have any time for a personal life?" she asked, then smiled, a glint in her eyes. "Or, more specifically, a dating life?"
You laughed. "I try to focus on my career, but having a guy would be nice. But first I'd have to find someone who shared the same feelings."
"Well, recently, there's been a bit of speculation about you and a certain British boy. And all because of an outfit!" A picture popped up on the screen of Harry Styles, in skinny jeans, a t-shirt, converse, and his beanie pulling the fringe of his curly hair back. Then, right next to it another picture appeared of you dressed very similarly, your hair curled and all.
"Yeah, I got a lot of messages on Twitter asking me about that," you said.
"I could only imagine," she said, laughing, imagining all the fangirls worried that Harry might be taken. "Do you think that there might be a little fashion war between you two?"
You laughed. "Hopefully not. He pulls it off better and would probably win"
Ellen laughed as well. "Did you see our interview with One Direction last week?" You shook your head. "Well, we asked him about the same thing. Let's pull up a clip of it!"
The clip came one, and Ellen started talking. "So, Harry, have you heard about the possible fashion feud between you and [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?"
He blushed slightly, but laughed it off. "Can't say I have."
"People are guessing that she may be trying to steal your style."
All the guys laughed. "I don't think he'd mind much," Niall said. "He'd probably let her win."
"Yeah, 'cause he's such a gentleman," Louis said, laughing.
"And because that's who he's crushing on," Zayn announced, making Harry shove him.
Ellen chuckled. "Well, you know, she's going to be here next week. Why don't you stop by and try to get this sorted out?"
And with that the clip cut off, and a figure jumped over the couch you were on to sit next to you. You looked up to see Harry Styles, smiling and blushing down at you. You couldn't help but do the same.
"Hello," he said.
'Hey there," you replied.
"Now that you're both here," Ellen said, smiling, "why don't we arrange a date? Perhaps Harry and you could work out an agreement."

Your best friend had made it big in the music industry, and she was taking you along for the journey. You would help her write songs and help her with outfits, hair, and make-up, so she decided that you were going to join her onstage for a little bit during her tour. You constantly turned her down, though, so she set up a Twitcam to introduce you to the fans. After getting to know you and hearing you sing with her, they all agreed that your should take her up on her offer.
Little did you know that One Direction was also watching....
It was finally the day of the first concert, You sat backstage getting ready with your friend until she had to go onstage. You waited for a while until she brought you out, making the crowd cheer. You sang for a bit and started up the Twitter questions, all the while just being your normal selves.
Your friend read out a question. "Are you a fan of One Direction? If so, what's your favorite song and who's your favorite? P.S. The gift is for [Y/N]. From, Boo Bear."
The nickname sounded familiar, and your heart started racing with realization as your friend answered the question.
It was your turn now. You told them your favorite song, then said that Niall was your favorite, earning a few cheers. Then, a hat flew on the stage. You friend picked it up, saying "Oh" as she realized that this was the "gift," and flung it over to you. When you caught it, your fingers felt a piece of paper on the inside.
You took it out, and read aloud, "My dearest [Y/N], I hope that you would like to join me after the concert for dinner and a movie. Your's Truly, Niall Horan." The audience screamed. "Hold on!" you said, laughing. "Let's see if it's really him."
A spotlight went to wear the Twitter question said "Boo Bear" sat, and there you saw One Direction. You and Niall smiled at each other, both letting out slight giggles.
"Can we get them backstage?" your friend asked one of the security guards.
You finished the questions and did one more song, wearing the hat, then headed backstage again to meet the guys. As soon as they saw you, all except for Niall cheered loudly and pushed him towards you.
"Hey," he said, blushing and smiling.
You smiled back. "Dinner and Movie?"

You just finished filming your new movie, and had a huge dinner with the cast and crew last night. So, you were now out running. The cool breeze and music blasting in your ears helped clear your mind and you weren't paying much attention to everyone around you, so when a hand landed on your arm you nearly screamed and stumbled.
You took your earphones out, trying to see who the person was who stopped you. It turned out to be Zayn Malik.
"Oh, hi!" you greeted him, noting that the other guys were a few feet behind Zayn. One Direction had been on the soundtrack for the movie, and you remembered that they had watched you film for a bit one day, but you had never had the chance to personally meet them.
"Hey! We all saw you and just thought we'd congratulate you. If you were as amazing as the day we watched you, the movie is sure to be a big hit."
You blushed, still not used to the praise you got for acting. "Thanks. It means a lot."
"Anytime." He smirked. "But in all honesty, that's not the main reason we came up to you..."
Confused, you turned your head a bit, raising your eyebrows and smiling slightly. "Okay, then. What is the reason?"
"Well," he turned back to the guys, who were all chuckling except for Liam, who was standing behind them looking nervous. "I know a certain Liam Payne that would like to meet you."
You blushed even more, and so did Liam. You looked over to him, and he gave you a shy smile. You returned the favor as you walked over and offered him your hand.
"Hi," you said as he gingerly took your hand. "It's nice to meet you."
You could see him begin to relax. "The pleasure is all mine." He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss, making the guys cheer and your heart flutter.
"So..." you said, trailing off. "Do you want to finish running then go get something to drink?"
He gave you a big smile, making his eyes squint in the most adorable way. "I'd really like that."

Zayn and you agreed to get married at the same place he proposed-the beach. The wedding wasn't going to be extremely extravagant, but you didn't want it to be casual either. So, you mixed a few tropical/beach-themed decorations with a few glam ones. Thankfully, you had no problems with the planning process. Everyone collaborated ideas and figured out some of the smallest details, such as where you would stand so that the water wouldn't wet your dress.
Finally, the big day arrived. Zayn and you scheduled the ceremony later in the day so that you could say your vows at sunset, and so that you could sleep in a bit more. After you both went out to eat with the wedding court, you went your separate ways to get ready. You and the bridesmaids went to a little beach house near the your wedding location to get your hair and make-up done, and the whole process was very relaxed. You all blasted music and danced and nearly started a food fight before your mom and soon to be mother-in-law warned you all about getting yourself and your dresses dirty.
Then, it was time to get married. You were nervous about something going wrong, but the feeling of the sand under your feet helped to calm you down, along with Zayn's smile. He held your hand through the entire ceremony, and during the kiss he lifted you up into his arms where you playfully punched the air, making him laugh against your lips.
During the ceremony, the guests all ended up playing in the sand or water. You didn't mind, though, because Zayn and you were strolling down the shore, simply talking. As the night went on you got Zayn to dance, with much convincing. You couldn't help but love how relaxed the entire night was, and knew that everyone there you wanted in your life forever, especially Zayn.

Liam and you both agreed-your wedding was to be elegant, but simple. So when you started looking for decorations and such, you figured that it would be easier than looking for a wedding that would be more extravagant. You were proved wrong, however, when Liam would critique almost anything you found. You asked him multiple times if he wanted to just let the planner take care of everything, or if he even wanted to go full out and have a bigger wedding, but he insisted that he was only trying to make the day perfect for you. Laughing at how cute he was, you continued your search, and bought anything he approved of without a second guess.
When the day arrived, you both stayed in bed just talking to each other until your friends and family came to take you both to get ready. It all went extremely well, and soon it was time to walk down the aisle. As you looked down towards your soon-to-be husband, you couldn't help but appreciate the decision to wear khaki pants instead of a tuxedo, seeing as how he looked absolutely stunning. When it got to the point where you both shared your kiss, you threw your arms around his neck and he put his around your waist. A few seconds into the kiss, he punched one hand in the air, making you giggle.
Finally, it was time for the reception. Liam whispered sweet things in your ear during your first dance, and after you both finished all your dances, he was by your side the whole night. During the toast, you both crossed arms to drink the champagne, and you both fed cake to each other. At the end of the night, Liam joined the guys on stage, where they all sang your song.
As you walked out with your husband to the car to leave, you kept thinking how if this night was any indicator, your future with Liam was going to be perfect.

Ever since you and Louis talked about getting married, you both agreed on one thing-you didn't want the whole planning process to be stressful or the wedding be be dull. So, as soon as he proposed, you both laid out exactly what you wanted to happen and found the best planners to help. Luckily, you had no problems with getting everything ready.
The morning of the wedding finally arrived. When you woke up to an empty bed, you heart started beating a mile a minute. You got up and walked downstairs, where you saw streamers and balloons everywhere and Louis setting the table for breakfast. After you finished eating and gave each other a kiss good-bye, you took off to get ready. When you arrived at the place where you were getting everything done with your bridesmaids, you encountered your first problem-none of their dresses had been delivered. Thankfully though, it was still pretty early, so you all rushed out to the nearest dress store to fix the problem, and you were actually more fond of the new dresses than the old.
Then, after you finished putting on your dress, you were ready to walk down the aisle. As soon as Louis' beaming face came into view, you had to hold yourself back from running and jumping into his arms. Instead, you made a funny face, making him laugh. The ceremony went smoothly, and when it came time for the kiss, he dipped you and gave you a wink before placing his lips on yours.
The reception was amazing! Louis had you laughing throughout your entire dance, and all five guys showed off their signature moves. When it came time for speeches, the guys each ended up telling their own story about the mischief you'd get into, giving everyone a good laugh, and the entire wedding court ended up getting cake in their face. By the end of the night, everyone's stomachs hurt from all the laughter and throats were sore from singing and cheering, and none of you wanted it any other way.