Louis: Louis holds the surf board as you climb back on shakily, sitting on your knees. “I can’t do it, Lou," you say. He shakes his head, smiling. “Yes, you can. This is your wave." You look behind you, seeing a wave swelling up a few yards back. You get on your stomach, watching intently. Louis puts his lips to your ear. “If you can make it up and stay up you can kiss the sexy lifeguard with the hot bum," he whispers, referring to himself. You nod in agreement, biting your lip in concentration. The waves comes and you feel the board moving slightly. Louis released the side and tells you to paddle. You do so and pull yourself up as it starts to move up the small wave. Instead of losing your balance, you set your feet up and are sliding easily down the wave, towards the beach. Louis is cheering behind you, as if he was a proud father. You reach the end of the wave and bail, jumping into the water. Louis hugs you tight, still whooping. “Hey, do I get my prize now?" You ask, winking. Louis smirks and nods, puckering his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and bounce on your toes, pressing your mouths together in a celebratory kiss
Harry: The two of you had just finished snorkeling and were taking a rest spot on a private beach. Harry was watching you with a smile on his face as you napped on the warm sand. His fingers began drawing lazy designs into your back as it rises and falls with each breath. His hand inches to your hair, running his digits through it carefully as if it were to break any moment. He cherishes moments like this. Moments only the two of you will know of, precious and loving moments. Harry places a kiss to your cheek and lies down on his side, propped up on one elbow to watch the love of his life sleeping peacefully.
Niall: You threw the ball at him, and it flew over his blonde head. Niall shook his head, laughing. “Aim, will ya?!" He called as he retrieved the football from the waves. You splashed at him, giggling. “Told you I was had at sports!" Niall tossed it back and it landed right in front of you, sending a spray of water to coat your front. You gasp and pick it up, throwing it as hard as you can. It hit the water and bounces away from Niall, making him slip and dunk under. Whilst you laughed at him, he picked up the ball. “Aim so I don’t have to run so much." He passes it back and you catch it. “You could use the exercise," you tease. By the look he gives you, you know that comment was a bad decision. Niall sprints after you, and though you try to run, he wraps his long arms around your waist, lifting you up out of the water and dunking you in playfully. Somehow you end up in his lap in the shallows, your hands cupping his face and pecking his lips softly as the sun began to set.
Liam: You and Liam had just gotten in the water. He had to drag you in because it was awfully cold to you. “It’s not that bad," he chuckled, holding your hands as he pulled the two of you deeper. “Not for you! You have leg hair to keep you insulated!" You claim. Liam tugs on your hands, making you fall forward onto him and into the freezing lake. You were about t get after him for doing so, when something white caught your eye. You turn and see a girl in a white dress standing at the water’s edge, kissing a man in a neat tux. A wedding. On the beach. Your heart stings with want, for that was your dream wedding. Liam’s hand cups your chin, making you look at him. “Hey, you’ll have your turn. And you can have it on any beach you want," he says softly, moving the hair from your face gently as he gazed into your eyes. He kisses your forehead. “It may not be your dream to get married to me, but its mine to be married to you. Wherever you want. I want our day to be special," Liam murmurs quietly.
Zayn: Zayn has a sketch pad opened on his lap, sitting on your blanket while you try to coax him into the water. “Pleeeeease, Zayn?" You whine, splashing around a bit and smiling sweetly at him. He grins and shakes his head. “I need to finish this. Just give me a moment." He sticks his tongue out like he always did when he drew or was concentrating hard. His gaze flicked up to you, testing to see if you were still there. You sighed, turning around to gaze out at the horizon. As much as you loved Zayn, it was starting to feel like his drawing was always more important than making memories with you. He always had it around. But you had to admit his drawing face was adorable. Zayn lifted his head up, motioning for you to come over. With another heavy sigh, you did. You plopped next to him on the blanket. He turned the sketch pad for you to see, revealing a beautiful drawing of a beach with a girl standing knee deep in the water, smiling. “I draw every time I’m with you so I don’t forget anything. I want to remember all of it. All of you. All of us. But this moment, right now, is something I’ll surely never forget. I love you. And I’m sorry I only realized it now."
