One Direction Preferences

#56 - Fun

Niall: "Hmmmm." You sighed, trying desperately to get the attention of your boyfriend. He sat, focused specifically on a blank paper in front of him as he searched his mind for any lyrics he could fathom. You felt guilty for trying to get him to stop writing a song, but it's been hours since he did something with you. And man, were you bored.
Again, "Hmmmm."
He didn't move a muscle.
You flopped onto the couch in defeat, pondering the situation. You wanted Niall to put away the paper and pen, and do something, anything, with you.
You found a notepad lying on the table in front of you, and an idea sparked into your brain. Leaning forward, you grabbed it and ripped a sheet out. You smirked whilst crumbling the paper up in your hands.
Then, you tossed it Niall's way, and it landed square on the blonde mess of his hair. He immediately glanced up, and looked at you smiling back at him.
Niall reached for the paper and threw it back at you, never breaking eye contact.  You caught it, and tossed it back at him, creating your own game of catch.
"Stop," Niall barely smiled, and threw the paper into the trash bin.
"Sorry, but I'm so bored! I wanna have fun." You frowned. He scooted over and patted the space next to him.
He spoke, "Well, this is fun to me. Come join." He invited you, and continued to do patting motions. You hesitated, what did you know about song writing? Nothing. But hey, if that's what it takes to get Niall's attention.
"I'm having trouble writing a  chorus for this song... Help me?" He says, wrapping his free hand around your waist. You scoot closer to him, and list words or phrases that could possibly fit in the song. Yep, this was fun. Simply being around Niall was all the fun you could ask for.

Harry: You hadn't asked for this. In fact, you had begged Harry not to drag you here. Despite your desperate attempts, you still wound up tapping your toe rapidly against the hot cement at your most feared place; the amusement park. The unfortunate events that led you to this was that Harry was on tour and was currently in your city. You both knew you wouldn't be able to see one another for long, so you wished to spend as much time around each other as possible.
When Harry was suggesting the places and things you could go to or do, Six Flags was not in your agenda.
Yet, there you were, a tornado swirling inside your stomach, destroying all your calmness whatsoever.
It was bitter, stomach clenching calamity.
Harry stood in line next to you, with an excited grin displayed on his face. Your heart beat at an unsteady pace as you watched the roller coaster zoom through the sky, slicing the air in front of you.
"Babe, I don't want to be here." You grabbed Harry's arm and leaned into his side.
He attached his hand to yours. "It's okay, Y/N. Look, we're almost next, you're going to have fun."
You stood on your tip toes to see the progress of the line. Oh, great. You were nearly next.
Beads of sweat generate on your hands, scenarios flood into your brain of the machine stopping, or it breaking down.
You reasoned with yourself as the people on the roller coaster were smiling and having a good time.
Your thoughts come to a halt when the roller coaster stops in front of you; its your and Harry's turn.
You groan, and when the gate opens, you and Harry take a seat next to each other and buckle. Your stomach is basically a gymnastics champion, as it kept flipping over and over.
"You'll be fine." Harry says after an employee secures your buckle. In reality, you knew there was no real danger.
The cart starting moving, and soon enough you were off. After about a minute, it was over. All of your stress and worry, over. A rush of adrenaline pulsated through your veins and you found yourself wanting to go again.
You turned over and looked at Harry, who was smiling back at you. "How was it?" He asked.
"So fun! Let's go again!" You said, tapping your palms against the safety restraint across your chest. He laughed, and when you got off, you dragged him around and went on all the rides.

Louis: "Spin." You grinned, talking to your boyfriend, Louis.
A dull morning (three in the morning to be exact), and you're sprawled out on the carpeted floor with a Life board game in front of you. Currently, you were kicking Louis' butt at this game. See, you had made a bet with him; first person to fall asleep had to do whatever the winner said for a week straight. There was no way you were going to loose.
You yawned, catching Louis' attention. He smirked, "Someone getting tired?"
You cleared your throat and furrowed your eyebrows in disagreement. "No way, Tomlinson."
His gaze remained on you, forcing out the real answer. "Okay fine, yes, I am growing tired. Now, don't get me wrong, this game of Life is exhilarating, but can we do something else to keep me awake? Something fun?"
And you could almost see the lightbulb appear on top of his head. Slowly, he crawled over the gaming board and over to you. Then, he pounced, tickling every inch of your body. You desperately tried to push him off, as it was more painful than fun.
"Lou, no!" You laughed, finally getting him off you.
"Making you tired, huh?" He chuckled, attempting to wrap his strong arms around you to tickle you again. But, before he could grasp you, you slipped out of his reach and into the bedroom, hiding in the closet. A fun game of tickling became an even more fun game of hide and go seek.

Liam: "I'm sorry." You say for the umpteenth time that hour. See, you and Liam were planning to go out to a party, when you suddenly felt nauseated, which sparked a worry in him. Being the boyfriend he is, he stayed home with you to keep an eye on you and tend to your every need (while still in his party attire).
"Babe, I say this in the nicest way possible, but shut up." He light heartedly chuckled, handing you your heating pad you had timidly requested. "It's not your fault you got sick. I'd much rather stay home than be somewhere without you, especially when you're ill."
You sighed, "But I know you were gonna have a lot of fun. This," you gestured to the garbage can by your bedside in case of sudden nausea, "is not fun."
Liam grabbed the television remote, and turned on Netflix. "Are you kidding?" He said, flipping through the movies until getting to your favorite. "This is all the fun I need." He flopped down on the bed beside you.
You smiled to yourself. "Get out of those fancy clothes and get in your pajamas, dork."

Zayn: Something in the air during summer made your heart speed up and your fingers tap. Especially today, for today you found yourself in and out of the pool, jumping in and crawling out. The smile didn't dare to fade off your face as the salty water soaked you. But, you were missing one thing, one prominent person that would make this complete; Zayn. Your busy bee of a boyfriend was inside doing God knows what, as you were floating in the water, soaking up the sun and the cool breeze.
You decided to call for him, "Zayn! Zaaaayn!" After getting no response, you screamed louder. "ZAYN! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME ZAYN!"
Minutes later, out he came, with a tad bit of annoyance in his eyes.
"Having fun?" He smirked, pulling up a sun chair and flopping into it.
You smiled, "Yes. Are you having fun, cooped up in that dark, humid house? What are you even doing in there?"
"Working. I'd much rather be out here, though." He squinted from the sun.
"Well, c'mon. You deserve a break, baby." You said, making patters in the water with your fingers.
"Eh, I don't know."
"Zayn, don't make me force you."
He was still hesitant. You grinned, "Just for ten minutes."
After luring him in, ten minutes turned into two hours, and his nice tan turned into a sunburn. Luckily, next time, you reminded him to wear sunscreen.

A/N: Hello, dear reader. Recently, I began to write and upload One Direction preferences again but it has come to my attention that I have a severe case of writer's block. So, please leave me suggestions and requests as to what you want me to write next.

-S