One direction imagines and prefences (request open)

you have a snowball fight

HARRY: You’d just been hit with a small snowstorm overnight, so you and Harry head out first thing in the morning to clear the sidewalks and driveway. He starts up the plow and gets to work on the driveway while you grab a shovel and start revealing the path on your yard leading to the porch. You hear the plow stop somewhere behind you, but pay no mind to it, assuming he’d finished and is putting it back in the garage. Next thing you know, a snowball comes barreling at you and smacks you square on the back. “What the…?” you start as you turn around, spotting Harry standing several feet away with a childish smirk on his face. “Harry!” you scold playfully, sticking a hand on your hip. He bends over and grabs another handful of snow, balling it up as you say, “Don’t you dare.” He ignores this warning and quickly pelts you with the snowball. “That’s it, Styles, you’re going down!” you shout, balling up your own snowball. A full-blown fight is soon ignited and any snow that had been cleared from your driveway is quickly replaced by the stray snow breaking apart at it hits your bodies in your playing.

LOUIS: You’d been watching the snow come down at a steady speed all evening. When Mia starts whining to go out, you and Louis both throw on your coats to go out with her and check out the snow. The dog takes a running start into the snow, but immediately recoils herself when she lands into a mound up to her chest. “Aww, Mia, is it too deep for you?” Louis asks, grabbing a shovel to dig her out a path. You’re paying no attention to him, instead glacing around your backyard at the massive amount of white in front of you. Louis seizes this chance to throw a snowball at you. You scowl at him before worldessly making your own ball of the fluffy white stuff and getting back at him. Louis then takes the shovel and throws a shovel-full at you. “Now you’re dead,” you state, pointing a finger and running at him as quickly as you can in the knee-deep snow. He grabs you when you get close enough and throws you and himself down into a snow pile, both of you laughing wildly. Mia barks and joins the two of you in your ensuing snowball fight that lasts until you’re both freezing and can’t take it anymore.

NIALL: “What the hell are you doing?” you question your husband, coming to stand at the door to the back deck where Niall is bundled up like an oversized marshmallow and standing at the grill. “I’m making you dinner, woman,” he jokes. “They are predicting eight inches of snow and you’re out here grilling… Are you nuts?” “Steaks taste better on a grill, don’t try to deny it.” “I agree that they do, but it’s worth sacrificing the taste if that means you get to keep your toes,” you kid, wrapping the blanket more tightly around your shoulders. In response, he snatches up some snow off the banister and throws it at you. “Niall! You’re getting it in the house!” you scold, unamused. He simply repeats this action, bringing you to cast the blanket aside and join him on the deck, grabbing a handful of snow. You throw it at the back of his head, and he whines, “I’m cooking!” “You started it,” you remind him, shoving a handful down the back of his jacket. “Oh my God! That’s crossing a line!” he jokes, now neglecting the food in exchange for getting even with you. The fight only lasts a minute due to you not having a jacket, but you both spend the rest of the night laughing about it.

ZAYN: Your street is unusually quiet after the snowstorm that had come through the previous day. You and Zayn decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood and check out how pretty everything looks all covered under a thick layer of freshly fallen snow. As you stroll, you can’t help but wonder if the snow is the right consistancy for a snowball. Checking it, you realize it’s the perfect snowball-snow. You toss one at Zayn and catch him off guard. “Hey!” he protests. “What? Afraid of a little snowball?” you tease, forming another one in your gloved hands. “It’s cold,” he states, brushing it off his jacket just in time to be hit by another one. “Grow a pair,” you joke, reaching to grab more snow. Zayn grabs you around the waist before you can make another snowball. He picks you up and tosses you halfway into a snow bank. You scream as you land in the cold mass. Zayn laughs uncontrollably as you manage to push yourself out of the snow. “I hate you,” you mutter, pushing his chest. “You’re covered!” he says through his laughter. “Ya think?!” you bite bitterly. “Oh, come here. I’m sorry,” he apologizes, opening his arms to your shivering body. You step closer, but instead of hugging him, you push him into the snow and then run away laughing before he can retaliate.

LIAM: You wake up one morning to the surprise of snow on the ground outside. Liam is nowhere to be found, so you shuffle to the kitchen, assuming he’d be there. When he’s not, you set out looking for him. You finally track him down in the backyard. “What are you doing?” you call out from your perch at the back door. “I’m building a snowman! Come join me, babe!” he tells you, grinning like mad. You fetch your jacket and boots, donning your gloves and hat as well. Liam has already formed the snowman’s bottom and midsection. “You wanna roll his head while I look for some sticks for his arms?” he asks. You nod and begin your task as he scampers off towards the trees a few feet away. As you roll the ball and it begins to grow, you smirk to yourself as you’re hit with an idea. You pick it up and sneak up behind your husband. You aim and throw it right into his back, directly hitting right between his shoulder blades and the back of his head. “Uhhhh!” he groans as some of it slips into the back of his coat. He turns around to see you biting back your laughter. “That was supposed to be his head!” is all he says to you, a smile playing on his lips. “Oops,” you mock with a shrug. He shakes his head at you before collecting up a snowball of his own. Your poor snowman never does get finished.