Louis: “Go Ewie, go!” your three year old sister cheered, jumping up and down the edge of the dock. You let out a hearty laugh at your little sister’s “nickname” for your boyfriend – which was partly due to her inability to pronounce it, and the other because, well, all boys had cooties – momentarily loosing the rhythm you had with your paddle. From the corner of your eye you saw Louis steadily gaining the lead, his arms rippling from each of his strokes and his brows pulled together in concentration. “You did it!” your little sister screamed happily, watching as Louis climbed out of his kayak and into the dock. He grinned and hoisted her up, resting her against his hip. “And what is my prize, Princess?” he asked, raising an exaggerated brow at her. “A kiss? Or perhaps I can have your very special, limited edition, Barbie collection?” You smiled at his comment, slowly paddling over to the two. You tied his and your kayak to the dock, while hearing you little sister say, “No, something even better, Ewie.” You stood in front of them, watching as she leaned forward, a serious expression on her face. “I’ll let you marry my sister.” She declared, making you sputter in surprise. Louis faced you, grinning. “Did ya hear that, [Y/N]? Your mine.”
Harry: “Come on in, the water feels fantastic!” Harry called, waving his arms wildly. You rolled your eyes, but nevertheless, got up from your chair to join him in the lake. You began to wade in; however, you stopped once you were standing on your toes. “I can’t go any further, Harry.” You say, huffing. With Harry being well over 6 feet tall, and you a measly five feet, there was a large distance between the two of you. “Just swim over, babe!” he says, pretending to doggy paddle. “I can’t! Haven’t I already told you I couldn’t swim?” you said, sticking out your tongue. He merely shrugged, but began to walk towards you, eyes glinting in mischief. You squealed, feeling his arms hooking under your knees and around your back to carry you bridal style. “Alrighty babe, today I will be your personal floatation device!” he declared, walking towards the deeper end of the lake. He began to spin in circles, letting you glide through the water, your combined laughter filling the air. You smiled, looping your arms around his neck. “This is nice.” “Maybe we can come back here after our tour,” Harry said softly, looking down at you. “We can come here with the boys. Niall could grill something. Liam would make sure things wouldn’t get out of hand. And well…Zayn, he can’t swim either. And you just have to be really careful with Louis, he might do something weird like pulling people’s swimming trunks down.” You couldn’t help but laugh, hearing the adoration clearly evident in his voice. “They’ll love you, [Y/N]. They’re my family, and I want them to meet the girl I’m in love with.” You tightened your grip around his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss, your ability to speak forgotten. And it was okay, because Harry understood. You loved him too.
Niall: “Niall!” you shriek, feeling yourself being catapulted backwards as Niall flipped your tube over. You came up from the water sputtering, your hair plastered to your face. Niall laughed merrily and climbed over your tube, sitting where you were just moments before. You pushed your hair away from your face, and with a determined look, pushed with all your might to flip the tube over. “No fair!” you laughed, tucking your shoulder under the tube as a leverage to topple him over. But he still didn’t budge. “You’re so heavy!” you grunted, pushing once more. Niall was cackling, his cheeks flushed from his laughter. “Nice try, baby.” He teased, touching the tip of your nose. You glared at him, the wheels in your mind turning as he began to drift away. With a smirk, you dove under the water, and swam under his legs. You emerged from the water, a coy smile on your lips, twirling his swimming trunks in your hand. “Missing something, baby?” you asked, satisfaction coursing through your veins as his cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “Have fun on your way back to the house,” you called, turning to swim back to land. Hmph, serves him right.
Liam: “I haven’t been up here in ages,” you say, running your hand against the smooth wood of the tree house that was just meters away from your parent’s lake house. “When I was little, my brother and I would pretend that we were sky pirates,” you continued, a giggle bubbling out of your lips. “We would always fight over who would be the Captain of the ship.” You sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Time sure flies… Who knew the next time I’d be up here it would be during my brother’s wedding party with a someone I just met…” you glance at the quiet boy next to you, his lips pulled into a straight line, his brown orbs swirling with an emotion you couldn’t seem to recognize. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” you apologize, tucking your legs underneath you. Liam grabs your hand and kisses your fingers. “No, keep going. I want to know everything about you.”
Zayn: You slid out of bed, wondering what in the world was the noise coming from your window. You swing them open, and see Zayn, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck with one hand, and the other clutching small pebbles he’s found scattered throughout the ground. “I, ahm, decided that since you’ve never properly snuck out of your house while you were younger, tonight would be the perfect night to.” He said, giving you a small smile. “Come on,” he urged, waving you down. “I’ll catch you.” You muffled your laugh with your hand, and swung your legs over your window, eyeing the awaiting boy below. You jumped, and his arms braced your fall. “Zayn, this is crazy.” You whisper, letting him tug you down to the lake. “I’m only wearing my pajamas, I have no shoes, and my Mum might – “your protests die on your lips as you see boxes of fireworks neatly piled together. “Oh Zayn,” you breathed, taken back. “It’s probably going to get us caught, but I remember how you said you’ve always wanted to light fireworks on the beach? I know we’re not exactly there, but – “you cut him off with a tender kiss. “Zayn, this is perfect.” You say, bending down to grab a box of sparklers. “I still can’t believe you remember that,” you laugh, opening the box up to pull out two of the sticks. Zayn stopped you, his warm hand wrapping around your wrist. “I remember every single detail about you, [Y/N]. You’re my world.”
