One Direction Preferences

196-Paintball

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Harry: "I knew it wouldn't feel like fluff but I didn't know to be shot would hurt that much" Harry frowned, letting himself fall down onto the couch. "That's why you're supposed to get yourself not be shoot" you chuckled, picking up the bag he just threw to the side. As you got out the sweaty clothes, Harry let out a loud groan beside you. "Look at that, [Y/N]!" Harry had his shirt pulled up to his chest, revealing a big purple bruise near his belly button. You gasped, "That really looks painful." "It is" he whined and fell to the side, buring his face in the pillow, while you already made your way into the kitchen to get him some ice. When you got back into the living-room, you took a seat next to him and placed the icebag on his stomach. He let out a deep sigh with relief and thanked you, rolling onto his back. "Lemme just wash that nasty clothes" you spoke, getting off of the couch. But Harry was quick to grab your wrist and pull you back down. "No, no, no. You're intended to cuddle with me now."

Niall: "So" you spoke up as you sat with your husband and teenage son at your kitchen table, having lunch, "Have you anything in mind for your birthday party, yet?" Your son digged into his food, shrugging, "Well, I thought we could go playing paintball and have a bbq here after." Niall nodded, pouring some more sauce onto his plate, "Sounds good. Your mom could prepare some salads while we grill." You took your last bite and stood up, placing your plate in the dishwasher. "Yes, I could make your favorite potato salad" you smiled, picking up more empty plates. "Yeah, I'd like that" your son grinned, and Niall chuckled. "I'd like that, too, actually." You smiled at the boys' love for your potato salad and already mentally wrote your grocery shopping list, telling, "Well, then lemme just clean the kitchen so that we can go to the paintball arena and book a hall there."

Liam: "[Y/N] GO HIDE BEHIND THAT BARREL WHILE I GET THAT FLAG" Liam shouted over the loud gun shots. While you and the other girlfriends visited the boys on tour, you decided to go all for a day out and play a game of paintball. You and Liam were in the same team and decided to help eachother to not be shoot. But Liam was being stubborn and choose to get the flag of the other team on his own while you just hide from the others. Certainly you weren't so keen of his idea and used the other way to try to get to the flag as well. As you made your way to the spot of the flag, nobody took a glimpse of you and you were able to quickly capture the flag. Your team won the game, but there was no sight of Liam near the flag spot. Confused, you made your way off of the field with the other remaining players, just to find Liam sitting on the bench of eliminated players. You started laughing, while he just threw a death glare in your direction. "Don't say anything."

Louis: You, Louis and a few common friends of yours went to play a game of outdoor paintball. Louis and you were in separate teams and you were sure you would win against him when you started the game. But after only 20 minutes into the play 5 of your 7 team mates were eliminated already and you started to doubt your victory. You and your 2 remaining team mates were discussing your next step over headsets when you were distracted for a second and suddenly got shot by like 15 balls at once. You gasped at the sudden pain that rushed through your body and cringed, letting your gun fall to the ground. But Louis was quickly by your side and took you in his arms, helping you off of the field. "Are you alright, baby?" he asked, after he took off both of yours helmets and sat you down onto a nearby bench. "Yeah, I am. I think I just need a lot of ice and cuddles later" you chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I guess I can do that" he said, pushing a strand of hair behind your hair, as all the other player came over to you. "Since you're hurt I hate to say this now... But we won!"

Zayn: You woke up from the spot on the couch where you fell asleep when you heard the opening of the front door. You just sat up as Zayn appeared in the doorway. "Hey babe" he greeted, pecking your lips, "Have you been sleeping? Did I wake you?" You stretched your arms, yawning, "Yes, but it's alright. I shouldn't be sleeping anyway." He nodded, understanding, as your eyes found the bags in his hand. "What's in there?" you asked, pointing at them. "Oh" he breathed and got out the content, "This is a painball gun." You knit your brows. "You're going to play paintball now?" Chuckling, he shook his head, "No. I need it for my next art project." You smiled at his love for art and asked him further about that project and he begun to explain his idea to you. "Wow, that sounds amazing, Zayn" you raved, making him chuckle in a tight spot. "Thank you, darlin'." You looked down and fiddled with your hands, smiling, "So... do you need any help with that project?"

(Just a few more preferences then book one will be done. I have already started book 2 of the preferences so go check out the second one and add it to your readings.)