One Direction Preferences

#55 - Hide & Seek In An Empty Arena

Niall: "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" You shout, whipping around and scanning your eyes over the empty seats of the arena. These seats would be filled with fans in a few hours and Niall had plenty of important stuff to take care of, yet here you were, playing a children's game when you should be getting ready for the concert.
"Hm, where's my boyfriend.." You say, hoping he can hear you wherever he was. This was truly challenging. More than you originally thought. Where was he?
"Niall? Niaaall?" You sing, skipping through the aisles.
You covered almost half of the arena, but you didn't find the silly blonde boy you were searching for. "Humph, well, if I can't find my boyfriend, I'm gonna have to date someone else! Like maybe one of his bandmates, I guess!" You say in false disappointment.  Right on cue, Niall pops into view. "Excuse me?" He states, like a teacher to a student. You giggle and whip around to find him standing in the middle of the aisle. You run towards him, engulfing him in a bear hug. "Found you." You whisper.

Harry: Your boyfriend, Harry, had just finished rehearsing with his band. You were seated in the front row and watched, as they finished. He came down by you and plopped down, his body making a thumping sound against the chair. You take notice of the beads of sweat on his forehead, and dark stains on his shirt. "Ew, you're so sweaty!" You groan. He smirks, and you can almost see the light bulb appear above his head.
He begins to inch towards you, and you try to lean as far away from him as possible without falling over, avoiding his body odor. But, try as you might, you failed to escape his grasp when he wrapped his moist arms around your torso. "Harry, stop! You smell!" You suppress a smile.
You eventually get free and are able to jog away from him, loosing his contact. Harry frequently turns in circles, looking for any sight of you. But, you hid good and he walked around for so long until you started to really get on his nerves.
"Y/N! It's not funny anymore, come out!" He groaned, slapping his arms against his sides in defeat.
He was actually only a row in front of you, very close to discovering you. If he kept looking for a little bit he would have found you for sure.
You pop up from your crouching position and say, "I win." Pecking his cheek and running away for round two.

Louis: "Hey, wanna play hide and seek?!" Louis perks up, like a kid on Christmas Day. You look at him strangely. His bandmates were setting up not so quietly in front of you, and Lou had to begin rehearsing soon. Why did he get the sudden urge to play a children's game?
After minutes of convincing, you agreed to play his game.
He turned you around and made you count to fifty.
"...fourty-nine, fifty!" You shout finally, your voice echoing throughout the arena. You and Niall, who is lightly strumming his guitar on stage, exchange looks and you raise your eyebrows like, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
As if Niall read your mind, he points at a row of seats. You skip to him, and you catch sight of the brown haired boy who hadn't known he had lost yet. Using this to your advantage, you scream, "Boo!"
Louis jumps up immediately, covering his ears, and wincing.
"I hate you." He jokes, pulling you into a hug.

Liam: It started off fun and harmless. Just a little game of hide and seek, since you were both bored and the show hadn't started yet. However, when you began this game you didn't expect it to become as serious as it did. It made you two accuse each other of cheating at the game, sillily shouting your defense at the other as your voices bounced off the walls of the vacant arena.
That's where you found yourself right now.
"Okay, Li. No more fun and games. I'm winning this wether you like it or not." You say flatly, jogging up the stairs searching frantically for your boyfriend, as if he was your child and you had lost him in a candy shop. The score was tied up, you both had three points. This was the last round. If you find him, you win. If you give up, he wins. And giving up was not on your agenda.
Liam was surprisingly good at this game, because no matter how much you searched, you couldn't find him.
An idea rose in your head, and you whip out your phone. You smirk and unlock your phone, finding Liam's contact quickly. You tap the message icon and send him a text, and focus on hearing the ding of his phone. At first, you hear nothing, but then you hear a beep! followed by your boyfriend cursing under his breath.
You try your best to track where the beep came from. Maybe to your left, and a few rows up? You nod, as if confining your suspicion. Glancing at your feet, you hop up the stairs to find you boyfriend crouching and tapping at his phone, perhaps composing a text meant for you. "Hey, Liam." You spoke nonchalantly. His head spikes up with wide eyes that focus on you. You smile in victory as Liam pulls himself up.
"Woo! I won, you lost!" Leaping around the empty seats, you sang.
He hides a smirk behind his hand. "Whatever," he says, then grabs hold of your hand, interrupting your victory dance. "Rematch next concert?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
"You're on."

Zayn: It arose from boredom, this game of hide and seek. You both had nothing to do, and we're waiting for the show to begin. So, you decided to play hide and seek after your intense game of rock paper scissors.
It was his turn to find you, and you quietly hid behind a long line of chairs. You could barely see him from your position, but you could slightly. You had a clean enough view that you could see him remove his hands from his eyes and look around to see if he could find you. Before he was finished counting. You furrow your eyebrows in false anger as you resist from jumping up and accusing him right away. You wait until he lays eyes on you to spring up and shout, "ZAYN! YOU CHEATED!" You cross your arms strictly.
"Whaaaat? I have no idea w-what you're talking about?" He says in fake question. He obviously knows he cheated.
"Well, I win because you cheated." You stick your tongue out at him.
He scoops you up in his arms, and starts tackling you with kisses. "All is fair in love and war." He states, setting you down gently in a seat.
You pause, thinking that through. "Which one is this?"
He shrugs. "Both."