Ashton:
"Throw another one, I dare you." You mocked glared back at Ashton, who stood further down the pathway from you. The two of you were in London, going out for a walk for some coffee. Ashton had decided to be a little shit and throw snowballs at you whilst you trudged ahead in the snow. Another pound in the back plus a fit of loud laughter behind you signalled that Ashton had thrown yet another snowball at you. You turned around to protest when another snowball flew straight into your chest. You cried out, protecting your chest area as you narrowed your eyes at Ashton, who was trying his hardest to look sincerely concerned when you knew all he wanted to do was laugh. "You shit dick," you muttered, leaning down and collecting some snow. Building up a pile of white mush, you aimed for Ashton and threw it as hard as you could and it landed straight into his stomach just before he could turn away. He groaned and raised an eyebrow at you.
Laughing, you broke out into a run and looked behind you to see Ashton had started running after you, laughing as well. You squealed as he became closer and closer and before you knew it he had a hand wrapped tightly around yours, pulling you to a stop and into his chest. The two of you laughed, trying to catch your breath and you grinned up at him.
"That hurt," he pouted and you shook your head, burying your face into his chest.
"You're an idiot," you said, your voice muffled.
"You're an idiot," he repeated, his voice strange and funny and sounding muffled from the tone he was using. You pulled away, grinning, and stood up on your tippy toes to place a peck on his lips. He grinned and you took his hand and led him forward; your body needed a coffee.
Calum:
"Cal, I can't skate for shit," you looked at him and then the ice-skates in your hands. He tugged on your hand gently, pouting.
"Pleeeeaaassssee," he begged. You bit down on your lip. "Ice skating is no fun in Australia. This is actually real. Besides, I'll teach you," he gave you a goofy grin and you sighed, smiling and putting on the skates. Calum cheered and you rolled your eyes with a laugh as you stood back up, wobbling slightly. You held Calum's hand tightly as he led you into the skating rink.
It was super busy that day, a lot of teenagers and little kids skating around. You didn't feel too embarrassed when you saw plenty of other people gripping on to the side of the rink, trying to skate. You felt a little intimidated when you saw others whipping past and some even doing twirls. You swallowed harshly as Calum led you on to the ice and immediately you were wobbling.
You gripped on to the edge of the rink and took tiny skates forward, feeling ridiculous. Calum skated forward before turning to face you, still holding on to one of your hands.
"Don't hold the edge, just hold on to my hand," he said and you gave him a cautious look before letting go of the edge and gripping on tighter to his hand. He grinned and started skating forward, moderately fast, and you slid along beside him, not really doing a lot of the work. "Look, you're skating!" He grinned cheekily down at you and you rolled your eyes, laughing.
"Yeah, I'm a pro," you teased. Calum gave a sly smile.
"Well in that case..." He let go of your hand and skated forward, leaving a small space between you. Your eyes widened.
"What are you doing?!" You said, staying still and praying one of the fast skaters wouldn't run into you.
"Skate towards me!" Calum said and you shook you head fiercely. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to leave you here in the middle of the rink all by yourself..." He slowly started to skate further away and immediately you skated forward, trying to grab on to him. He chuckled. "Wow, you really can't skate, can you?" He teased and you flipped him off whilst attempting to skate towards him.
"I swear to God when I reach you I'm going to kill you," you threatened and Calum's grin only widened. You were almost an arm's length away from him when someone fast skated right by you, surprising you. You stumbled slightly and Calum reached forward, grabbing you before you could fall, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You looked up at him before breaking out into a fit of laughter, shaking your head at how ridiculous you must've looked.
"You really can't skate," Calum teased and you chuckled.
"Shut up," you grinned, leaning forward slightly to kiss him.
Luke:
"This one looks a bit steep," you turned to face Luke. The two of you were on top of an empty road that was going downhill. The pathways were covered with snow and you and Luke had been tobogganing down them, going further up the street until you were at the very top.
"It'll be fun," Luke prompted you, squeezing your glove covered hand slightly. You looked over at him, his cheeks flushed from the cold and his hair rustled from the beanie he wore. He was looking right back at you, blue eyes wide and puppy dog like. You groaned.
"Fine," you said and Luke grinned, preparing the toboggan at the top of the hill and sitting down, spreading his legs open for you to sit in front of him. Your stomach twisted with nerves as you looked down at the bottom of the hill - it was so far down. Luke's arms wrapped around you and gripped on to the rope at the front of the toboggan and you gripped on to his arms, laughing from nerves.
"One, two, three, go!" Luke shouted as he wiggled around until you were moving and sliding down the hill. The already cold air turned freezing as wind whipped into your face from the speed you were gaining going down the hill and you and Luke laughed and cheered the whole way down. You were close to the end when Luke's foot slipped out of the toboggan and caused it to stop suddenly, sending you and Luke off the toboggan and rolling down the hill. You came to a stop, Luke - being so close behind - rolling on top of you and you looked up at him, laughing.
"It's so fricken cold!" You cried, gripping on to Luke tighter as you lay on the pavement that was covered with a thin layer of snow. You could already feel your clothes becoming all wet with each second the two of you laid there.
"I think I can fix that," Luke said, giving a smirk before pressing his lips to yours.
A/N: I'm highly aware that making out in the snow is completely ridiculous and anyone who does this would most likely get pneumonia, hypothermia and probably gang green hahaha.
Michael:
"Why has it got one leaf on its head?" Michael asked raising an eyebrow at the snowman you had made. It was ugly and dirty from the debris and leaves that had mixed with the snow but it was the best you could do. Michael's wasn't any better, in fact it looked like it was going to collapse any minute now. The two of you had decided to make snowmen of each other and you had given your 'Michael' snowman one leaf on its head for his hair.
"It's you in about ten years' time. You know, when your hair starts falling out because of all the products you use," you teased, grinning up at him and he looked down at you and stuck out his tongue childishly.
"You're just jealous your hair isn't as flawless as mine," he flicked his head to the side, trying to flick his hair at the same time, and failed completely making you laugh. You reached up and ruffled his hair, immediately causing him to groan. He grabbed at your hands, catching them, and pulled you close to him, his arms wrapping around you. "I'm so cold," he whined, hugging you close to his body.
"You just want to hug me," you teased and he grinned down at you goofily, squeezing you tightly. You groaned, resting your hands against his chest and trying to push yourself out of his grasp. "You're suffocating me," you gasped overdramatically and he laughed, loosening his grip. You took an exaggerated breath.
"Such a drama queen," he clucked his tongue and shook his head and you rolled your eyes, grinning.
"Shut up, dork," you laughed, standing on your tippy toes and kissing him.
