Niall: He warned as you snatched the last slice of pizza from the box. You had a playful smirk on your face, ready to take a bite when Niall tackled you on the couch. He proceeded to grab the slice from your hand and did it successfully, taking a huge bite from it. “Never do that again,” he laughed with his mouth full. You giggled, noticing the corners of his mouth were covered in pizza. “Niall, at least don’t eat like a pig!” you snickered, pointing at his lips. He realized what you meant and started smiling at you. “Give me a kiss, darling,” he said and puckered his lips. “Nooo, go away,” you demanded but couldn’t help the chuckles. Niall didn’t listen and crashed his lips against yours. “Yea, tastes much better than pizza.”
Louis: He pointed his finger at you, backing away from you. “No, no. Stay away with that paint brush!” Louis exclaimed. “Come on, not like it’s going to hurt you.” You walked towards him, red paint dripping down from the brush. “Come here, Lou,” you allured. He made a run for the door, to find out it was locked. You paced at him and he fell on the floor on purpose. “Anything but my beautiful face,” he pleaded jokingly. You crouched down quickly and patted few red marks on his forehead and the cheeks. You giggled and rose up, dropping the brush from your hand. “My first piece of art,” you said broadly. He gazed for couple seconds at another brush near him, rolling over to grab it and then dipped it to a blue paint. “Now it’s your turn!” Louis yelled, making you scream. You took the key from your pocket and shoved it to door, making a run for it. “Come here Y/N! It’s on!” You heard his laughing voice behind you.
Zayn: He whispered it with a heartbreaking voice, his both hands clenching to your right hand. “Don’t you dare,” he repeated,”you can’t leave me like this.” Zayn glanced at the heartbeat monitor, his eyes glassy with tears. You were hooked to different kinds of hospital machines and that’s why he absolutely hated seeing you like this. “Come on Y/N, wake up,” his voice drifted, silent sobbing filling the room. He pressed a tender kiss on top of your hand and dropped his head, tear drops falling on the floor. You started moving lightly, a small groan leaving your mouth. “Zayn?” you said with a raspy voice and his head shot up instantly. “Y/N? C-can you hear me? Babe?” He stood up, staring at you intensely. “Yes,” you replied weakly,”where am I?” Zayn’s eyes lighted up as he dropped to his knees again. “You’re in a hospital, but don’t worry about it for now, you’re awake and that’s all that matters,” he cried and pressed another kiss on your hand.
Liam: You shook your head, folding your arms. “You’re not doing it, Liam,” you told, your voice a bit slurry from the alcohol. You, him, his band members and few other friends were all sitting on the hotel floor - playing truth and dare. “But it’s a dare. I can’t say no,” he responded and rose up. Liam started wobbling towards the hotel room’s terrace, sliding open the glass door. He looked down and all of his fans screamed at the sight of him. “I looooooove Y/N!” he shouted and chuckled afterwards, returning back to his place on the floor. “Now, they are all going to question who is Y/N.” You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t matter, babe. We had to reveal our relationship at some point,” he smiled merrily in his drunken state. “But that was the best way? I can already see the head lines; ‘Completely wasted Liam Payne confesses his love to a mystery girl!’ ” Everyone chuckled at your words. “But I’m not the only one wasted. Besides, I love confessing my love to you so I don’t care about the media. Let them write what they want. I love you Y/N,” he finished and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips. “Love you too, Liam. But you’re going to regret it tomorrow.”
Harry: You threatened him and tried wiggling away from his arms, but it was useless since he had a strong grip on you. “You complained it was hot, so I’m just making this easier for you, Y/N,” he said and his grin grew wider as he approached the pool. “Stop, stop right now Harry!” you begged. He shook his head and stopped at edge of the pool. “Here you go!” You let out a shriek when he threw you on the pool. You swam on the top and gasped for air. “Harry Edward Styles!” You pretended to be angry but he saw right through you. He laughed, showing his dimples. Harry backed away before running straight towards the pool and jumped in. Soon he appeared from behind you, draping his arms around your waist. You remained still, not reacting to his touch. “I know you love me, stop trying to be mad at me,” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your neck. Your blank face turned into a smile in seconds, spinning around to face him. “Yeah I do,” you giggled and kissed him again.
