Louis: You yelped as your own coffee flew from your hand, toppling to the floor. Through your own shirt your skin burned a little as hot coffee seeped through your shirt. Out in front of you none other than Louis Tomlinson rambled on, apologizing with an empty cup in his hand and his cell phone in the other, still on the line with whoever he was talking to. When he realized what he’d done he hung up quickly, reaching out for you. “I’m so sorry.” He muttered, you’re the scorching liquid cooled by now but still having ruined your shirt. “Let me buy you another shirt to drink. I mean another coffee to wear.” He stumbled over his words, clearing his throat as he finally got it right. “Let me get you another shirt to wear and I’ll buy you another coffee.”
Harry: Harry wanted a cake so that’s just what he’d get. You both worked around the kitchen, passing eggs, mix, and butter back and forth, making your batter. Harry stuck his finger in, licking some of the chocolate from his finger, moaning in delight. With a spoon he spread it into a round pan, ready to put it in the oven. Just as he lifted it from the counter, moving to the other side of the kitchen, you slammed into each other, batter sloshing from the pan and to your stomach. Your mouths dropped open in shock, Harry’s laugh loud as he reached to your shirt, dabbing his finger in the batter that covered you and sucking it off his long finger, muttering. “Delicious.”
Niall: You still had no idea how it happened. You sat in the middle of the bed across from Niall, both of you eating noodles off of paper plates. It was a casual day of lounging, movies, and munching, a dinner of chicken Alfredo. Your plate sat in your lap, balanced on a pillow as did Niall’s, until he decided he needed the plate a little closer to his face. The heaviness of the pasta on the flimsy plate made it bend once he’d picked it up, the chicken and noodles falling onto your legs, the pillow, and even into your own plate. Completely shocked, you and Niall both stared at each other for a moment, giggling as his plate still sat in his hand, folding backwards in half. Still laughing, you stood, heading to the bathroom to clean yourself off, only to return, finding Niall having stripped the bed of it’s dirty sheets, eating off the plate that held you food and now some of his.
Liam: You were having quite an interesting first date with Liam. Sure, you had a good connection with him but he still seemed nervous. As you sat across from each other, talking and laughing, finally getting him to relax, he reached out a hand, hoping to take yours but instead knocking his drink over, spilling it across the entire table and onto your lap. His mouth dropped open, unable to believe he was making such a fool of himself. As he worked with a waiter to clean up the mess, you excused yourself to the bathroom to wipe your dress and legs. Horrified that your date had gone to shreds, he kept his hands in his pockets once you left, walking to the town house you stayed in, standing on your doorstep. “I’m sorry that tonight didn’t exactly go as smoothly as I hoped. Hopefully I’ll get to make it up to you someday.” He looked down, seeming that he only wanted the disaster date to end. Instead you smiled at him. “The date was fine but you could make it better.” You stood on your toes, the goodnight kiss you shared wiping away the memories of every blunder that night
Zayn: You and Zayn were in a game, one where you taunted each other to no end. You’d been walking around the house all day in what you knew was his favorite t-shirt for you to wear, hanging just a little loose off your skin, the hem stopping right at your hips. He paused as he walked in the kitchen to find you bent over the stove, pulling out dinner for that night. He cleared his throat, walking to the fridge to grab a water bottle. “You’re terrible.” He sighed, stepping towards you. “Fine, you win.” He smirked, giving up and stumbling a little, the water spilling on your shirt, your nipples hardening as the chill hits your skin, making the fabric cling to you. You were sure he’d done it on purpose but he held to it being an accident as he grinned down at the appearance he’d just made so much better. “Oops.”
