Harry: You're meandering about Harrods, searching through the knit sweaters in hopes of finding several new tops for the winter season when you notice a boy who looks horribly out of place. His black gauged ears are barely hidden behind the gray knit beanie overtop his brown hair and his tattoos peeking through the neck of his long sleeved t-shirt and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere but where he is. You watch a young sales assistant step up to him, a bright smile on her face as she speaks with him briefly. He shakes his head, giving her a simple "thanks but I'm fine" before he's walking towards the back, where you are. You step farther away from him because your mother has always warned you about men with lots of tattoos and lose yourself in the soft fabrics of the sweaters you can't wait to purchase. "Excuse me, can I get your opinion on this?" a voice asks and you look up to find the tattooed boy from earlier holding up a cream sweater for your inspection. "It's for my mother," he adds at your curious look and you smile. "I think she'd really like that, I bought my mother the same one for her birthday and she loves it" you offer with a small smile and he nods. "I'm Harry" he says and you raise an eyebrow. "Alright" you say, glancing around at the other shoppers who have gather around. "You know, you usually tell someone your name once they offer theirs" he jokes with a smile. "(Y/N)" you offer and begin to make your way away from him. "I won't bite, despite the snake bites" he tells you, gesturing to the piercings below his bottom lip. "I don't want to risk it" you say, trying to make it sound like a joke even though you aren't. Harry watches you walk away, a hurt look barely registering across his handsome face before he looks to the sweater he'd used as an excuse to talk with you. Just one glance at you and Harry knew you were too sweet for a guy like him, the kind of sweet he could get a sugar rush from just by looking at you for too long. That hadn't stopped him from trying to talk to you and it didn't stop the sting of rejection when you had walked away.

Liam:

You hurry into the music store as the wind picks up outside, swirling the cold snowflakes around your head as you try to beat the impending snowstorm. Music stores weren't your thing but your brother was a music buff and in need of a new guitar, so here you were. You feel out of place as you wonder around, dressed in your work clothes, high heels, and cream coat in comparison to the jeans, t-shirts, and worn jackets that are wondering around. "Can I help you?" a voice says from the counter and you turn to find a young man leaning against the glass. "I'm looking for a guitar for my brother" you answer, shifting your weight while clutching your Louis Vuitton to your chest when a girl with hot pink hair walks by to exit the store. The man raises an eyebrow at your subtle gesture but steps around the counter. "What kind of guitar are you looking for?" he questions. You give him a quick look over and try to keep the grimace off your face at his black straight-legged jeans, worn black t-shirt that show his half sleeve tattoo and scuffed boots. "I have no idea" you answer, glancing over his lip piercing and pierced ears. "Well... what can you tell me about him?" he questions, turning to walk down a guitar aisle and you glance at his nametag 'Liam'. "He's 18 and in some rock band or something. He has a pierced lip too" you tell him, glancing around and Liam nods. "What's your price range?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder and you shrug your shoulders. "Don't have one really... but he definitely doesn't deserve something too expensive" you answer and he quirks an eyebrow at you. "He's rebelling and giving my mother a heart attack and my father will probably disowns him if he gets anymore ... tattoos," you answer awkwardly, glancing at the tattoos on his arms and he chuckles. "They'll come around, mine did... this is a Gibson, a great guitar and not too expensive" he tells you and you nod. "Alright" you say simply, following him back to the front. "We usually don't get girls like you in here" Liam says, trying to make conversation as he loads the guitar case in the back of your black Mercedes. "What, clean and normal looking?" you ask and he frowns. "Yeah... I guess. You have a nice day" he tells you, covering the frown with a handsome smile. "Yeah... you too" you answer, sliding into your expensive car and drive away back to your high-class world and away from his.

Niall:

You look over the dresses in front of you, fingering the material of each one as you pass them by. Your sister is elsewhere in the store, talking with a sales assistant about the type of bridesmaid dresses she'd like for her upcoming wedding. You love your sister dearly but your tastes in attire were completely different and knowing her, she'd have you in some hideous dress with ruffles and lace. She pulls you away, several dresses in hand and pushes you towards the dressing room. "You have got to be kidding me" you say, poised on the pedestal in a hideous green dress with a ruffled neck line. "I think it's nice" she defends with a bright smile and you hear a short chuckle coming from the left of you. You glance over as your sister walks away to find another dress and see a blonde haired boy chuckling next to a rack of dresses. "And what's so funny?" you demand, hands on your hips and he shrugs. "It looks like someone threw up on you, that's all" he answers, rolling the sleeves up on his white sweater to reveal black tattoos inked on his pale skin and you scoff. "I don't think I'll take fashion advice from you but thank you anyway" you say, storming off to find your sister and save yourself from her awful picks. "Just saying, I could probably find something better than that" he adds, stepping behind you as you glance around. He's got a black eyebrow ring and snakebites and you'd rather wear your sisters pick than whatever he could come up with. "Sure you could" you say, flipping your loose curls over your shoulder and he raises an eyebrow. "Stay here" he says, disappearing down another aisle and you roll your eyes. He comes back with a floor length, one shoulder black chiffon dress that isn't so hideous and you raise an eyebrow at him. "And what is someone like you doing in a wedding boutique?" you question, taking the dress from him and he frowns. "My friend is getting married, I just tagged along" he says and you nod your head stiffly. "Well, thank you for this... I better get back" you say, rushing off back to your sister and he nods. "I'm Niall, by the way" he says and you turn at the end of the aisle. "(Y/N)" you offer and disappear back to your world of fancy things and expensive dresses.

Louis:

You can't help but stare from your seat as the tattoo covered guy walks up the stairs in search of his place. "Please don't let it be this one," you say to yourself as you look down at the empty seat beside of you. Your friend nudges your shoulder as he begins to make his way through the line of people. You glare at her and face your attention back to the pitch, trying to ignore the fact that he was coming up to you. His Manchester United jersey let you know he was a fan, even though he didn't come across as one. As he moves in beside you, your head naturally turns to look at him and you immediately regret it. You smile softly at him, looking over the piercings in his face and quickly turn your head back. He had returned your smile. It was gorgeous, as was he surprisingly, and you found yourself wanting another look. You held back though. His physical demeanor intimidated you so you kept to yourself, concentrating on the game and keeping close to your friend. "GOAL!!" Shouted the announcer and the crowd around you erupted. You were up on your feet high-fiving everyone around you, but once it came to the guy with the tattoos you just stood there, quickly turning back to the pitch. "Want any?" You hear abruptly at the half. It hadn't come from your friend, but the guy on your other side. You look over at him as he points to the vendor standing at the end of the isle. "Oh, no thank you," you answer quietly, trying not to engage him too much. He is silent for the rest of the break, although his legs were bouncing with some sort of urgency. You can't help but focus as his leg twitches next to yours. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" He asks as soon as the whistle for the second half blows. You shake your head and say nothing. "Louis," he follows your gesture with. Your head slowly turns upward to look at him. "I'm Louis," he repeats again to your confused face. You sheepishly smile and nod, turning your head back around to your friend, looking at her with wide eyes. "Well tell him yours," she whispers, nudging your arm. "(Y/N)," you manage to get out, turning your head back around, and looking just past his eyes to render your intimidation. You see his bright smile still, and turn to look at him directly. "Nice to meet you," he responds softly, acknowledging your intimidation. You say nothing in return. Your lips tighten together showing an ever so slight smile before turning your head back. "I've got to go to the bathroom," you say quickly to your friend as you get up from your seat and walk down her side of the isle. "Umm okay?" She stutters. "She's not coming back, is she?" Louis asks your friend. "Probably not," she answers, both watching you walk up the stairs.

Zayn:

It's not every day that London has perfect weather, but lucky for you and your dog the sky was supposed to be clear all week. You slip into your tennis shoes before hooking the leash to your dog's collar. "Come on," you say in a playful tone as you open the door. You take to the street for your afternoon exercise, walking all throughout London, your dog by your side. You stop a few times to window shop once you get in the city. While concentrating on a window full of collard ombre button-ups your dog begins to go mad. Your attention breaks as you look down at her and then up to what she was barking at. "Hey," you begin, bending down to her level and pulling the leash to get her attention, "Shh!" She continues to bark as the guy her attention was on got closer. "SHH!" You try again with no luck. Once he is standing before you she stops immediately, whimpering as she quickly moves behind you. You look down at her with confusion and back up to the guy and realize the reasoning for her actions. He wasn't the nicest looking person you had come across seeing as he was completely covered in tattoos and piercings. "I'm sorry," you say quietly, trying not to make eye contact, afraid of what kind of person he would turn out to be. "It's alright, I don't exactly look friendly," he responds with a chuckle. He bends down and holds his hand out in the dog's direction. She slowly moves from behind you to catch his scent. Once she is fully in front of him, he begins to pet her and she is in love. You smile down at your bipolar dog. "What's her name?" He asks, rubbing behind her ear. "Sophie." "Nice to meet you Sophie. Now what's her name?" His questioning of your dog confuses you, only because this wasn't the kind of personality you thought he would have. He waits a few moments and stands back up in front of you. "She's a bit shy I think," he says with a smile. "(Y/N)," you respond taking the hint. "(Y/N)," he repeats with a smile. "Zayn," he continues, extending his skull covered arm in your direction. You nod slowly, ignoring his hand, and step to the side. "I think it's time for us to go," you say trying your best to leave the conversation. "And why is that?" He inquires, staying in his spot as to not disturb you. "Sophie gets fussy when she doesn't have her lunch on time," you lie. "Well we can't have that," he responds, humoring you. You nod and bring her to your side before walking away.