Harry: "I'm starting to think you're cheating," you laugh, as he reaches his hand off of the blue circle to spin the spinner. "No way!" Somehow the game had ended up with you two nearly twisted together. "The game IS called twister," he tells you, grinning. "Right foot yellow!" he reads off the spinner. You try to move your foot but fall, landing right on top of him. "I win," he says, brushing his hand across your cheek. "I think I won, since I'm on top of you," you tease. "I think I win because YOUR on top of ME," he replies with a cheeky grin. "Why don't we play our own game of Twister?" you suggest, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
Liam: "This is so scary," Liam whispers, staring at the Operation board game. He reaches with the plastic tweezers to remove one of the guy's plastic body parts. The buzzer goes off and you shriek, Liam jumps back. "This game is going to give me a heart attack!" you laugh. "Let's promise neither of us will become surgeons, yeah?" Liam laughs and kisses your forehead. "Why don't we play UNO instead? Less stress and heart attacks," you grin. "UNO it is. You always kick my ass at UNO, but not this time!" he tells you. "Oh yeah? Prove it?" you say, tossing the pack of UNO cards at him.
Louis: "THIS IS SPARTA!" Louis shouts, tossing down a card. After getting bored on a rainy day, you'd dug out an old deck of cards and begun to play the classic card game, War. "HYAAA!" you shout, tossing down your own card. You'd both begun shouting as if you were actually in war, and not in fact wearing your favorite pajamas and curled up in front of the fire place. "I win! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!" you tease, grabbing the cards and adding them to your ever growing deck. "You're a fesity little warrior, but I will not be defeated!" he laughs, speaking like a Spartan warrior. You both toss down cards and you win again. "Black magic! Witchery! She's a witch! She's casting a spell!" he shouts, tossing his cards on the ground. "Yeah? Then I use my magic for a kiss!" you shout, grabbing him by his pajama bottom strings and pulling him closer. "You don't need magic to get that," he replies, pushing your hair out of your face and leaning in for a kiss.
Niall: "We're the best at scrabble," you laugh, placing your letters across to spell "PENIS". Niall laughs at your letters than places his own letters down to spell "SHIT". What had begun as a somewhat innocent game of Scrabble had become who can spell the dirtiest words. You continue placing letters until the whole board is nearly filled with vulgar and inappropriate things. "My, aren't we lovely?" you laugh, as he snaps a picture of the board with his phone and tweets it. "You did not just tweet that!" you choke between laughs. "I did, I did indeed," he laughs, kissing your nose.
Zayn: "I'm about to go broke!" you moan, handing Zayn your last bit of Monopoly money. You only have ten monopoly dollars left! "Give me your money, fool," you say with the most threatening tone you can manage. He laughs and holds up a bit of the colorful paper money. "I'll give you some if you tweet a picture of your creepiest derp face," he replies. "Done." You tweet the photo with the caption "The things I do for money #MonopolyProblems". The game eventually turns into giving each other Monopoly money for tweeting or doing the craziest things. The game finally ended when you were both laughing so hard, you could barely breathe.
