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#80: He Takes You to Disney World

#80: He Takes You to Disney World - huzzayn

Liam: “Have I ever told you that you‘re absolutely gorgeous?” Liam asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple. The two of you were sitting in the shallows of the wave pool at Typhoon Lagoon, content to laze around and spend the day in the lapping coast of the huge pool. You giggled at Liam, settling back into his arms, letting the waves lift you up and bring you down gently every few seconds. “Only every day, Mr. Charming,” you giggled, letting out a squeal as his nose tickled the back of your neck. You opened your mouth to say something when a thundering sound came from the deep end of the pool. You furrowed your brow, closing your mouth shut. “What-” Liam began to say, but the words died in his throat as a seven-foot monster of a wave took over the far end of the pool, swallowing the little dot-like swimmers in that area. You felt Liam snake his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as the wave drew closer, still large and barreling with a ferocious sound. “Hold your breath, love,” he whispered, and not two seconds after you drew in a gulp of air, the wave overtook you both, sending you back into Liam’s chest as he tumbled over in the wake, his body curling around yours to protect you from the rough floor. When the wave receded, you threw your head up, gasping for air. You choked out a laugh of glee, smiling as Liam spluttered. You turned to face him, a wild look in your eye. “When the next wave comes,” you said, placing a hand delicately on his chest. “Let’s go a little deeper and let it overtake us as we kiss.” Liam looked at you in shock - this type of behavior was not normal for you, but he soon mirrored your grin and placed a hand on the back of your neck. “Or we could just kiss now and continue until the wave comes,” he said, raising his eyebrows cheekily. You giggled and attached your lips to his, losing yourself in the kiss. You didn’t even realize the next wave had come until you were knocked to the floor of the pool, sprawled on top of your boyfriend as bubbly laughter poured from your submerged mouth.

Zayn: “What’s the plan for today?” you asked Zayn. “We’ve already been through the Magic Kingdom, so where next?” Zayn smiled at you and held your hand across the table. The two of you were having breakfast in your suite at the Polynesian Resort and Spa at Disneyworld. He had surprised you with this trip - he tried to convince you that it was because you needed a break after finishing the latest semester of school, but you know that he needed a vacation, too. “I was thinking EPCOT, today,” he said, taking a sip of his tea. “World Showcase and all, maybe a little Test Track later tonight?” he asked, referring to the different attractions the park offered. You giggled, his several tattoos blazing in your head. “Well, Zayn, I suppose we’ll be needing to find a tattoo parlor,” you said, trying hard to stifle your laughter. “There are eleven countries in the showcase, after all.” He playfully glared at you before almost jumping right across the table, reaching for your face and locking your lips in a passionate kiss. “The cheek on you,” he whispered as he pulled away, letting his fingertips linger on the side of your face tauntingly, and leaving your mind empty of all things but your boyfriend.

Louis: “Louis,” you whispered, clutching his arm. He didn’t reply, he was far too interested by the Twilight Zone video playing on the screen in front of him. “Lou,” you tried again, this time giving his arm a short tug. Without looking away from the film, he pressed a finger to your lips, murmuring a quiet ‘shhh.’ His hand trailed down the side of your body, eventually connecting with you waist, where it stayed put. With a sigh, you took in your surroundings again, looking for a point of reassurance. Louis had convinced you to accompany him on the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. You gave into him despite you fear of heights, and now, you were regretting it. Everything about the ride was aimed to inspire fear in the hearts of its riders. The elevator car was rickety with paint-peeled walls and grimy stains lining it’s floor. There wasn’t one safe element about this thing - except your boyfriend, who was more interested in the explanatory film than in your mental security. The film shut off, and with lights flickering, the ride began. Your hands searched to attach to Louis, and clinging to his arm, you let out a shriek of fear and he laughed in exhilaration as the car plummeted downward.

Niall: “Oh, my God, he’s on fire. Niall, he’s on fire! Holy crap, the man’s on fire…” you trailed off, clinging to your boyfriend’s arm. Niall had the biggest smile on his face, openly laughing at your awe. “He’s wearing a fire suit, babe. I promise, it’s just special effects.” You scowled, hitting him playfully on the arm. “Niall! Don’t ruin it for me. The show is called Lights-Camera-Action, I know its just movie magic,” you said pouting. Niall grinned at you again before leaning over to kiss your cheek, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact of his lips against your skin, but shot back open as you heard the deafening ‘ooh’ of the crowd. A new guy had appeared on the set, dressed like Indiana Jones, and he was speaking to the crowd whilst avoiding various obstacles and dangerous traps. You had a great view, sitting right up and close to the action. “And so, I took this,” he proclaimed, pulling a glowing green skull from his bag. “I hope you were all paying attention - yes, I’m talking to you, blondie and girlfriend. I saw that little moment - you cant get anything past Indiana Jo-” he cut himself off with a shriek as he leapt out of the way of a swinging blade, scowling back at you. “See what almost happened? Now stop distracting me and pay attention - this is important,” he said, carrying on with the show. You hid your face in Niall’s arm, half embarrassed and half excited that this man had spoken to you out of a crowd of eight hundred. You picked up your head and settled against your boyfriend, his arm around your shoulder, and watched the rest of the show.

Harry: “Are you mad?” you asked Harry, only half-jokingly. He grinned back at you. His hand had a tight hold on your wrist, and as he pulled you through a throng of people at top speed, you couldn’t help but question his sanity. “As a hatter!” he yelled back at you, answering your question with a wide smile. You shook your head wearily, tumbling into him as he stopped short in front of one of your favorite rides - Mad Tea Party. You grinned at him, regaining a grip on his hand as pulled you into the last empty teacup, panting in exhaustion. “Now you have to spin this thing, Harold,” you teased him. “You can’t expect me to do all the work, can you?” “Well, I would think not, you are the lady. May I join the two of you? Everywhere else is full.” You turned sharply in the direction of the voice, to see a grinning young woman in a blonde wig and a blue dress. “Alice!” you gasped, opening the teacup door. “Please join us! It’s an honor to meet you,” you giggled, beaming. She daintily shook the hand you offered as Harry introduced the two of you. “Where are the two of you from, now?” she asked curiously “You have such lovely accents.” You grinned, sending Harry a evil look. “Well, Harry, here is from Cheshire.” Alice gasped, putting a hand to her heart. “Really? Well you simply must meet my friends, then. Do you know the Cheshire Cat? He’d love to hear how it is back home.”