Louis: He'd always had a thing for scaring you; he couldn't help but find your reactions cute even if you did threaten to "beat the shit out of him" for laughing at your fear. On this night in particular, the storm rages outside, the wind knocking on the satellite on the television as well as the power. Immediately a small whimper had left your lips and when he stood from the couch, you knew you were in for it. "Lou?" you call out, no answers returning to your ears. He's gone for more than ten minutes, worrying you, but before you can locate your cell, he's jumping over the back of the couch, startling you enough that you fall to the floor with his contagious laughter bounding off the walls
Harry: The power's gone out, the only source of light available being a few candles he managed to locate around his flat, his mum's doing surely. He knows how uneasy you are about the storm, watching as you jump each and every time a clap of thunder reverberates off the walls only to be followed by a flash of lightening, casting an eerie shadow over the objects in the living room. He cuddles you up next to him as close as he can manage, his plump lips pressing kisses to your temple ever so often. "It's just a storm, love, you'll be okay," he promises
Niall: "This game s'not fair!" he yells, pushing the board back away from him. "I don't wanna play anymore." You giggle at the sight of him so aggravated over a game of Monopoly. The thunderstorm outside had been raging for hours and when he'd complained about being bored, you'd pulled out your board games. Needless to say, Niall was a sore loser, and whenever he was losing horrendously, he'd pout like a child, yet it was undeniably cute. "Alright, Niall, what game you wanna play now, then?"
Liam: Anytime the weather has gone sour, he takes it as an opportunity to act like complete idiots. With you in one of his t-shirts, and him in only his underwear, you dance around his flat like nobody's business, neither of you caring who hears as you sing at the top of your lungs. It puts a smile on his face at just how much fun he can have doing almost nothing, but he loves the joy he sees in your eyes as you laugh at his stupid dance moves.
Zayn: You both sit in silence, him consumed by the comic book held tightly in his hands while you have your own nose stuck in your favorite book. Thunderstorms are typically a time where you both are at peace and you love that he loves his downtime just as much as yourself. Occasionally you'd catch him staring over the pages of his superhero world, a grin on his face as he watches you but you'd pretend not to notice. That is until thunder scares him and he's jumping from his own chair, yelling profanities while you laugh at him. You both sit in silence, him consumed by the comic book held tightly in his hands while you have your own nose stuck in your favorite book. Thunderstorms are typically a time where you both are at peace and you love that he loves his downtime just as much as yourself. Occasionally you'd catch him staring over the pages of his superhero world, a grin on his face as he watches you but you'd pretend not to notice. That is until thunder scares him and he's jumping from his own chair, yelling profanities while you laugh at him.
