-1D IMAGINES-

He takes you to the carnival

Liam: "Come on," Liam groaned, looking over the heads of the people in front of him. The two of you had been waiting in the line for the new rollercoaster for over twenty minutes, and Liam was getting anxious. He kept jumping up and down, attempting to see over everyone else to find out how much longer he would have to wait to get on the ride. "Next!" the worker called out, letting in a slew of customers to seat themselves on the ride. He shut the gate right as the two of you reached the front of the line, much to Liam's dismay. "Pull the chest gear over your body until you hear a click," the boy announced, boredom in his tone at repeating the same phrase over and over, "Secure the buckle in the slot. I'll come by and tug on it to make sure it is locked in place. Please keep your legs inside the vehicle for your own safety and enjoy the wrath of The Black Hole." After doing his checks, he slumped back to the panel, pressing a single button and sending the writers hurdling forwards, screams erupting as they climbed the first hill. "It's not fair, we should be on there instead of those people that cut us before," Liam grumbled. "We're coming up, babe," you laughed, placing a kiss on his cheek. He let out a sigh and put a hand on your back. "You're right; I shouldn't be so upset." He gave you a small smile, his eyes forming into little half-moons as he laid his lips on yours.

Zayn: "Of course the ride would get stuck when we're on it," you sighed, feeling Zayn chuckle from next to you. "At least we've got a great view, boo," he smiled, motioning to the night sky where the stars were out on display. "But you know I don't like heights," you groaned, swinging your feet back and forth, the cool wind blowing your hair around you in the breeze. "I'll keep you safe, babe," he whispered, burying his face in your hair, taking in the smooth coconut scent. You let out another sigh, leaning back into his touch. "Here, let's play a game," he said suddenly, "I Spy?" You nodded, motioning for him to go first. "I spy something pink." You pointed to the cage in front of you, the little girl dressed in pink from head to toe. "Damn it," he grumbled. You let out a giggle and looked around. "I spy something light blue." "Your flip flops," he answered immediately. "Drats," you mumbled. "I spy something beautiful," Zayn said, "and before you can guess, I'm going to tell you the answer is you." You smiled up at him, his lips meeting yours as the ride jumped to life. "Just as I was getting used to being up there," you grinned.

Louis: "Why does a carnival even have a jail cell," you mumbled, watching Louis drag his finger across the bars. "Don't be such a sour puss," he said, turning and smiling at you. "We're locked up at a carnival," you emphasized, crossing your arms. "A freaking carnival, Louis." The security guard with his feet propped up on the desk was having quite a joyous time watching the two of you bicker. "Please remind me why I let you convince me to get out of the boat and scare the hell out of people," you grumbled. "You agreed it'd be fun!" he whined. "It was! Up to the point where the security guards came and escorted us out and into this cell!" He crossed his arms, pouting like a toddler as the guard continued to chuckle at the banter, flipping through his copy of Sports Illustrated. "What in the hell did you two do?" you heard. Both of your heads snapped up towards Harry's voice, his eyebrows raised as he stood at the desk, staring at you. The guard crossed the room, turning a key in the lock and pulling the barred door open. You let out a sigh of relief, running and throwing your arms around Harry's neck in gratitude. "I'm your boyfriend," Louis mumbled. "But I'm the one who just bailed your asses out," Harry smirked.

Niall: "Oh my God they have funnel cakes here too?" Niall asked through a mouthful of corndog. He started to make a run towards the cart but you held him back. "Slow down, Nialler," you laughed, releasing his lavender shirt as he grumbled, tossing the stick of the corndog into the trash bin. "You're gonna get sick if you keep eating." "Food has never hurt me yet," he declared, stepping up to the window to order his funnel cake. "Do you not remember that one time when you got to America and-" "That was one time," he interrupted. "Or the time you tri-" "Okay that's enough from you," he muttered, grabbing his food from the vender as you followed him to the bench. "This is nice," you murmured, watching the flashing lights of the Ferris wheel light up the night sky. Niall wormed his arm around your waist, pulling you against his warm side. "This is a normal date that normal people go on to feel normal," you sighed. "That's quite a change for us, isn't it?" he chuckled, his body moving as he did so. "I like normal," Niall smiled down at you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Harry: "You can't keep moving," you said through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry I'm just uncomfortable," he mumbled, trying to keep his smile. "This was your idea," you reminded him. "But you agreed it'd be cute," he said back. The man peered over his easel, coughing and bringing the two of you to his attention. "You guys can move now," he told you, setting down his pastels on the black tray. Harry let out a sigh of relief, his thumb tracing a soft circle on your forearm. The two of you watched him turn the board towards you, letting you see the caricature. "Oh..." you squeaked, your eyes focusing on it. "Well thank you very much, sir," Harry said quickly, pulling you to your feet and handing him his payment in exchange for the drawing. Your face was red once you got out of the artist's sight from trying to hold in your laughter. Harry was the first to crack. "Oh my God that's awful," he chuckled. You burst into a fit of laughter, throwing your head back. "Why are you holding a kite and why am I in a speedo?" he asked. "I don't know but look at your nose," you giggled, pointing to where Harry had a hook nose. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, still shaking with laughter. "Who has to keep this?" you smirked. "Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide," he laughed.