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#148: He's Trying Not to Smile

#148: He's Trying Not to Smile - happyhorann

Harry: "I swear, I have no idea what they were talking about!" Harry crosses his arms over his chest, and you pull at his forearms playfully as you beg him to explain while Zayn and Louis were talking about some ‘party’ being thrown for you. "Is it a surprise party? Is it, Harry?" He rolls his eyes and his eyebrows shoot upwards, "Look, I have no idea why they said that! Really, they’re weird!" Harry keeps a straight face to make you believe his lies. You watch as his lips get sucked into his mouth and his teeth clamp together. "HA! You do that when you are trying not to smile!" You accuse, pointing to his face. "Do not!" "Do too! I just know you that well," you bat your eyelashes, "so, Styles. What how should I dress for this party? Casual or classy, hm?"

Liam: "And-and then, he just took them! And he didn’t give them back to me after I asked so nicely!" You sobbed into Liam’s torso as you retold your shopping incident. Liam squeezed your shoulder and bit back a smile at the overall situation. You had been shopping for candy cravings and a man had snatched the last of your favorite from the shelf candy before you could. Being pregnant and hormonal did not help in that case. "It’s just not fair! It’s not fair, Liam. Can’t he see that I’m a pregnant woman just trying to buy some candy for myself?" He pumped his fist in the air before saying, "I’m gonna go beat him up!" You nodded and sat up, wiping away tears. You finally caught a glance at Liam who was fighting so hard to not laugh. "What?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes. He let out a loud laugh finally- and soon enough, you were laughing alongside of him at your overreacting! 

Niall: "Hi, I’m here to take my drivers license photo," Niall says, handing the librarian his ID. She scans his information for a few seconds before coming around her desk and pulling down a white backdrop from the ceiling. Niall released your hand and stood in front of it. The librarian adjusted the camera to align with his smiling face. She fixed her glasses on her face while saying, "Sorry sir, no smiling." He shrugged and his smile dropped, but that was when you butt in. You began doing many different dance moves from behind the woman (and even a few hip thrusts into her bent over figure) to make Niall laugh. It worked. He make strange noises and faces trying to hold down his laughter. The librarian turned around, to see you mid-high kick, and frowned. "If we could get this over with Miss, that would be lovely." Her tone of voice was dry and annoyed. At last, she captured a non-smiling picture of Niall Horan that he would use for his new drivers license.

Louis: You cheered from your bed as you watched as Louis scored yet another goal at his soccer match. He was amazing! You couldn’t be any more proud of him. He had won the game with that goal-and his team was holding him above their shoulders. You couldn’t wait to see him when he arrived home and to congratulate him. After waiting and waiting, you heard the front door finally open and a sweaty, but happy, Louis waltzed in. “Babe!” he called, racing up the steps. “Hi!” You greeted, hugging him tightly. “Oh, Louis, I’m so proud of you! You did amazing!” He blushed and looked down  at the carpet as you continued complimenting him. “I think your the best on the team-No! The best football player out there! You’re so-” He cut off your rambling with a long kiss. He pulled away and grabbed your hand. “Why are you so good to me?” Louis asked, smiling proudly. “What can I say? I’m your number one fan!” 

Zayn: Zayn shook his head as he walked out of the bedroom to find you singing to yourself. Quite badly, in fact. He picked up on the song you were singing which was Change My Mind, and giggled as you sang barely any of the words right. His presence didn’t cease you from singing. You actually thought you sounded really good-but to others..maybe not. Zayn stared at you as you sang half of his verse and moved right on to the chorus. His lips quivered as he tried to stop them from curving upwards. “What?” You ask, closing the dishwasher. “I think I have a little bit of a competition,” He says, finally breaking out in laughter. You blushed and turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arm and stops you. “Well, your singing voice is lovely..but I think if you would like to become a singer you may have to learn the words first!”