Zayn: "Wow! What is this?" You carefully follow Zayn up into the tiny wooden treehouse, your hands gripping the thick and rough oak branches. "This," he smiles, giving your hand a squeeze and pulling you up. "Is my favorite secret hiding place." You look around at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the low wooden roof and the faded Marvel posters on the walls. "This is so cool, I always wanted one of these as a kid," you admit, running your fingers across the splintery wood. "My dad and I built this when I was little," he smiles, sitting down in the corner and pulling you onto his lap. "I used to come here to get away from my sisters when they were bugging me." You smile and rest your head against his chest. "It's cozy in here...I like seeing your hometown. It's like uncovering more tiny pieces of you," you sigh happily. He laughs and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear. "I like that," he nods, kissing your nose. "Maybe I should get a puzzle piece tattoo with your name on it...."
Louis: "And this," Louis holds out his hands in front of him and his face brightens. "This is the stage where I made my first performance and did Grease." You watch as his face floods with happy memories and you slowly follow him onto the stage. "You must've been a really good Danny," you muse, your heels echoing across the wood. He'd been showing you around his hometown and the first stop was his old high school. "I was a great Danny," he says, giving you a wink. "I wish you had been my Sandy." He wraps his arms around you in a hug and kisses your cheek, making you giggle. "Summer lovin' had me a blast..." he whisper sings, his breath tickling your ear. "Louis, I'm not singing Grease songs with you," you reply, messing up his hair. "C'mon! Please?" His blue eyes sparkle and he pouts, so you eventually give in. "Summer lovin' happened so fast...." you sing quietly, his face brightening as he twirls you around.
Harry: "And this is the bakery I used to work at," Harry opens the door and ushers you inside, his voice reminiscent. "It's absolutely adorable," you grin, running your fingers across a table and eying the menu. "Ay! Harry! My boy!" the owner of the bakery comes over and wraps your curly-haired boyfriend in a bear hug. "Boss man! Nice to see you again," Harry grins, gesturing towards you. "This is my girlfriend (Y/N), I was showing her a bit of Holmes Chapel." He wraps you in a hug and nods. "Ay, Harry, she's lovely. Hold on to her!" You shoot Harry a wink and he nods. "She's certainly a keeper." They both show you the rest of the bakery, pointing out the best desserts and all of Harry's favorites and allow you to try a bit of each one.
Liam: "This is the strangest place I have ever had a date," you smile, looking around at the track and grass surrounding you. "But it's surprisingly romantic and nice." Liam smooths out the edge of the picnic blanket and laughs, passing you a chocolate covered strawberry. He'd taken you back to his hometown, Wolverhampton, and you knew he'd been dying to show you his school's track where he'd spent so many great times running and racing around. He'd surprised you with a picnic on the track itself at sunset and it was absolutely perfect. "And, you see those bleachers up there?" he points to a row way far in the back and you follow his gaze, nodding. "Andy and me once hid up there and tried to toss water balloons on Maz," he laughs, smiling at the memory. "But Maz snuck up on us from behind and sprayed us with a water gun." You listen to him retell all kinds of stories from when he was in High School until the food is nearly gone. "So, maybe one day I hope you'll show me your old High School and tell me your stories," he says honestly, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Maybe," you reply, leaning on your tip-toes and kissing his cheek.
Niall: "And that's the sidewalk I tripped on once and I had to get stitches on my wrist and that's Sean's old house and that's where I learned to ride my bike..." Niall says, not pausing to take a breath. He points out all kinds of big and small things as you both walk hand-in-hand around Mullingar. "That's where me and Sean and our friends used to go swimming in the summer," he laughs, pointing to a rather dingy looking lake. "Not our best idea." You smile and lean against his shoulder, his arm shifting to wrap around your waist. "You've got so many memories and stuff, I love hearing you talk about them...your eyes just light up," you muse, admiring his baby blues. "Yeah, well...I love being here and being with you...." he smiles and looks at his watch, tugging at your hand and you both break into a run. "C'mon! I'm taking you to go see my old school's football game and it's about to start!" he calls out, both of you laughing as the wind whips through your hair and your feet hit the pavement.
