You strapped the controller to your wrist and prepared to kick ass in Wii tennis. “It’s so on!” You yelled out. Zayn stood next to you laughing, “Babe, you’ll be begging for mercy.” He smirked and the match began. You swatted the air as fast as you could trying not to miss any ball. You both were neck and neck. You hit the shot hard and Zayn’s Mii missed it. “YES! I win! Who’s begging for mercy now!?” You asked doing a victory dance. He pouted his lip and looked at you, “But I was supposed to win.” You took his shoulders in your hands, “Better luck next time.” You laughed a little before he perked up, “How about right now. Best out of three?” He asked setting up another game. “I’m gonna win them all.” You both played again this time Zayn won. You shook it off knowing you got this next one. Turns out you lost the magic touch and lost again. “How!?” You cried out. He laughed and held you in his arms as you tried to get away but laughed in the process and hugged him around his torso. “I’m just too good (Y/N).” He laughed as you swatted at his chest.
