Harry: “Get that one, it looks good,” Harry says, gesturing towards an apple that was in your reach as he lifted you up to let you pick some apples you liked. You pluck it off the tree, admiring the deep red color before spotting the rotting hole on the other side. “Oh gross,” you frown, dropping it to get another one for your bag. “Ow!” Harry exclaims, almost dropping you but catching you before you crashed to the ground. “You hit my head with the apple!” “Sorry babe,” you laugh, stretching up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Now we’re going to have to buy apple cider to make up for it.”
Liam: “We’re here!” Ben exclaimed, squirming eagerly in his seat as Liam slowly pulled into a parking space. “Here!” Leah repeated, drinking her apple juice from the juice box happily. “You guys ready for some apples?” you ask, unbuckling your seatbelt as Liam turned off the car. “We need to get a lot this year since we didn’t come last time,” your son points out to you as he unbuckles his seatbelt and wriggles between you and the car to get out. “Of course we will, Benji,” Liam reassures him, handing him a plastic bag. “We’ll have enough to make 100 apple pies.”
Louis: ”Stop looking so miserable, Lou,” Jay scolds him as he slumps out of the car. “It’s drizzling and cold, I have a right to be miserable,” Louis grumbles, somewhat hiding behind you in case his mother decided to start yelling at him. She simply rolls her eyes and links her arms with Dan, leading all of the girls off into the field. “Cheer up, babe,” you say to him, turning around and adjusting his jacket a bit. “Apple picking is supposed to be fun; just you, me, and your family.” “I know,” he sighs, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I just don’t like the cold.”
Niall: ”These bags are heavy,” Niall huffs as he carries two back to the car, trailing a bit behind you and Daniel. “Mummy, can you carry my bag for me?” Daniel pouts, offering it to you as his arms shake with the weight. “Of course, Danny,” you agree, taking his bag from him, easily carrying it since there weren’t many apples in it. “(Y/N), can you carry mine for me?” Niall jokes, pouting at you as he barely manages to hold up the bags. “Sorry, you’re on your own,” you chuckle, taking the car keys out of your coat pocket and unlocking the car.
Zayn: “You locked the car, yeah?” you ask Zayn as the two of you head away from the apple trees and slowly walk towards the farm area that had a barnhouse, a pony ride, a corn maze, and more autumn activities. Zayn hums in agreement, walking over to a cart selling candy apples and buying one for the two of you. “I love this time of year,” you sigh, taking a seat on a wooden bench as Zayn munches on the apple. “Yeah, I get see you in my sweaters,” Zayn remarks. “What could be better than that?”
