One Direction Preferences

#47 - Spending halloween together

Louis: "You totally did not get an inflatable bum! My ass is not that big!" Louis exclaims, holding back laughter. For Halloween you'd dressed up as him and he'd dressed up Harry--a humorous play on the Larry Stylinson rumors. "Well, my ass was not nearly sufficient enough!" you reply, shaking your butt in your bright red capri pants. He shakes his head and tugs the curly auburn wig over his head, laughing at his reflection. "Ello, I'm Harreh," he purrs, his voice deep and slow. "I'm Louis and I love Yorkshire tea!" you sing, kissing his cheek. "This one's for twitter," he makes a silly face and holds out his phone, snapping a picture of the two of you with the caption "She's a better Louis than I am! I think I'm the new @Harry_Styles :)"

Liam: "The package says to melt the caramels for three minutes over the stove," you read, crumpling up the empty bag and tossing it in the bin. "Keep stirring!" Liam nods and stirs the pot as you shove sticks into the bright red apples. "You know what's odd?" he asks after a moment, taking the pot from the stove and setting it on the counter. "I've had all kinds of foods and weird foreign things but I've actually never ever had a caramel apple." You raise an eyebrow in surprise and shake your head. "Liam James! You deprived child! Caramel apples are basically the best thing you will ever eat ever," you promise, grabbing an apple and swirling it in the caramel. "Really?" he questions, slightly amused. "Yes, of course," you reply, placing the finished apple on the tray. "I can't wait to try one, then. The suspense is killing me."

Niall: "I have a feeling that half of the trick-or-treaters who don't know this is your house will die of a heart attack or case of the feels," you tease, sitting across from him cross-legged with the huge bowl of candy between. "I know!" he laughs, shaking his head. "It's crazy, you know? I'm nothing special, I'm just some Irish lad who plays guitar and sings a little." You snatch a candy bar from the bowl and throw it at him, hitting him square in the chest. "Ow! What was that for?" he grins, unwrapping the candy and taking a bite. "For saying you're 'just' some Irish lad. You're not 'just' anybody." He smiles and picks up another candy bar, tossing it as you and laughing as you catch it with one hand. "Ninja reflexes," you smile, tossing it back.

Zayn: "I feel like such a bad ass," you laugh, spraying shaving cream at your boyfriend's chest. "You are a bad ass!" he laughs, spraying some shaving cream at Liam. You and the boys had decided to do a classically rebellious teenager American Halloween--going shaving creaming. It was a mess--but a really fun mess. "Surprise attack!" Louis shouts, spraying you and Zayn with a can of shaving cream in each hand. "Let's make an alliance!" Zayn decides, taking your hand in his and laughing. "(Y/N), me and Liam against Niall and Larry Stylinson!" he shouts, making Louis roll his eyes with a smirk. "It's on, Bradford Bad Boy!" Harry retorts, using a nickname he knows Zayn hated.

Harry: "I hate scary movies, I don't know how I got roped into a Halloween scary movie marathon," you sigh, leaning against his shoulder. The girl on the screen is running from a ghost and you're pretty freaked out. "Because you la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaove me," Harry sings, quoting the Justin Bieber song that he'd gotten stung in your head. "Harry, if you sing anymore of the 'Biebs' during this movie marathon I'm going to dump popcorn on your head," you tease, nudging his shoulder. "Is that a threat?" he laughs, nuzzling your neck. Suddenly onscreen, the ghost jumps out and screams, grabbing the girl. You jump and grab Harry's arm, eyes wide at the screen. "Want to watch something else?" he asks, slightly amused and concerned at how scared you are of the movie. "Or we could go eat candy," you smile, shutting off the television. "Or do something else."