Louis: “What are you doing?” Louis asked in a sing-song voice and plopped down across from you. “Homework,” you said not looking up from your computer as you took another sip of coffee. “What kind of homework,” he pried. “I’m writing an essay on the childlike behavior of people who got famous before they got a taste of the real world.” You smiled sassily in his direction. “What are you doing Tommo?” You continued typing only giving him half of your attention. “I never did finish school, but I’m concluding that your essay is not on that topic.” “Figure that out all on your own did you,” you acted like you were surprised. “Yeah just like I figured out that you need more sleep, cranky pants,” he rolled his eyes at your behavior. “I have to submit this paper by 5 am or my life is over, sorry if I’m not being the ray of sunshine you were hoping to see,” you flipped the page in your book and started transcribing the last quote you needed. “Do you think you’re a ray of sunshine most of the time? Sorry, but not even on a good day sweetheart.” You took a deep huffy breath, “so I’m not the bubbliest, prettiest, most proper girl in the world. You know what?” You were in the process of submitting your paper. “What,” Louis was excited to hear you continue. “I don’t want to be. I don’t give a shit what anybody thinks of me. I like who I am. If other people don’t like it then they don’t have to hang around me. That includes you,” you added slamming your computer shut, happy that you finished with one minute to spare. “You’re an idiot,” Louis insulted. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” you huffed getting up to go to your bunk. He reacted quickly standing up to grab your arm and yanking you closer so he could scold you quietly. “First of all you’re a guest on this bus and if anyone is leaving it’s you. Second of all you’re an idiot because I stayed up all night worried about you finishing that damn paper. So when you started drifting off I came over to help you wake back up, and you still think that I hate you. When in all actuality I love your pain-in-the-ass personality more than I have loved anything ever!” “Wha…aahhha…whaaa…what,” you stuttered as your heart did flips. “Get some sleep,” he smiled into kissing your disoriented lips. “We’ll need it,” he added pleased as he crawled into his bunk.
Harry: “Let’s play dodgeball,” Niall cheered. “Do we have to,”” Harry whined. “Don’t be a party pooper dodgeball is fun,” you tried to be optimistic. “Yeah, like you would play even if we did,” he chuckled. “What is that supposed to mean,” you asked knowing where this conversation was going to go. “There would be no point, the second the game started you would be out. Might as well save the trouble. Not like anyone would pick you for their team anyway.” You glared at him, “I’m more athletic than you could even dream of being Styles.” That got him angry, “You wish. I have more talent in my left pinky than you have in your whole body.” You rolled your eyes, “Prove it.” He looked at you conflicted, “no,” he begrudgingly responded walking away. “Why not,” you stormed after him upset that he had made a scene in front of such a big group of people. “Forget it, you can play, but I’m not going to watch,” he waved you off. “What is your problem? Why are you being like this?” “Because I’m not going to throw a ball at you,” he stated the obvious. “Yeah, okay. But why?” He stopped where he was and mumbled under his breath, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” “Why?” You wanted him to repeat it because you could not hear him. “Because,” he turned around, “I like you and I don’t like seeing you in pain.” You smiled at his blushing face. “I can handle myself,” you assured him. “Do you really want to play,” he asked clearly hoping you would say no. “I really do,” you responded honestly. “Besides if I get hurt you can kiss it better,” you tried to be persuasive. “Ugh,” he groaned walking back over to the group. “No head shots and (y/n) is on my team,” he instructed and everyone agreed. “I thought you said no one would want me on their team,” you reminded him. “Just shut up and stay behind me,” he scolded protectively. You obliged but the first ball that came at you Harry jumped in front of and took it straight to his manhood. You collapsed in hysteria and took a ball to the head in the process. “I said no headshots,” Harry managed to growl through his pain. “Calm down hero,” you said putting your arms under his pits to help him up and get him to the sidelines. “Want ice,” you asked sitting next to him. “Nah, but you could kiss it better,” he offered. “Shut up,” you said punching his shoulder and not smiling until you looked away.
