Louis: “(Y/n) you are the absolute worst at this game,” Louis complained. “Well if you would have taught me how to play,” you whined. “I’m just pushing random buttons,” you admitted as you’re continued to push “x” and watched Louis score yet another goal. “It’s pretty self-explanatory and you would think being my girlfriend, that some of my awesomeness would have rubbed off on you.” You rolled your eyes as the game finally finished. “Anyway back to this,” you pulled the computer over so you guys could see what the fans were saying. “Look they feel sorry for me because you are an asshole of a boyfriend,” you raised your eyebrow jokingly. “Not true, I’m mean because I care. I want her to improve,” he defended himself. “Teach me then,” you showed him your controller. He placed one hand over your wrist and used the other to point out the buttons. This one is for passing he pointed and this one you use to shoot. You use this to sprint, he continued to go through all of the buttons, but you were having a hard time concentrating on the words coming out of his mouth since his face was nuzzled next to yours so you could both see the controller. “Oh no, now I’m the asshole,” you pointed to some of the girls getting angry after seeing the soft side of your relationship. “Nothing I do can please you people,” he pretended to be flustered. “First I’m too mean then we’re too chummy, I think it’s probably just getting time to wrap this up.” He was staying close to you even though he was done teaching and traced shapes on your back. “I know that makes you mad too, but we’ve got things to do,” he said probably ready for some privacy. “Sorry,” you said hoping to make up for what must have been a depressing Twitcam.
Harry: “It’s not working,” Harry said pushing buttons on your laptop frustrated. “Let me see,” you pulled it over to yourself so you could troubleshoot the problem. “It was supposed to start one hour ago,” he panicked. “Well Harry when you haven’t done one for years, you might be a little rusty,” you teased figuring out that his issue was pretty easy to fix. “Is it working,” he asked excited. “I don’t know, I just pushed that button, is that what you did,” you asked since it was the obvious thing to do. “Oh I didn’t see that,” he said surprised. You looked to him shocked and laughed at how pathetic he was. “Are you kidding,” you choked out through your laughter. “Nope, hey look the fans are saying that it is working,” he cheered looking at the tweets. “Shit,” you muttered turning the computer to face him. “Don’t want them to see you,” he questioned teasingly turning it back toward you. “Stop, you promised,” you covered the web cam and gave him a warning look. Your hair was just thrown into a messy bun and you were not into being seen by all of his fans. “Fine,” he gave in turning the computer to himself and greeted the fans. You were looking at the tweets, like Harry had asked you to. “What do we have for questions,” he asked. “Not very many questions actually, they’re all about how much smarter I am than you,” you sassed. “Oh yeah,” he asked stealing the phone. “Yeah, but that’s my job,” you took it back. “Give me my phone (y/n),” he demanded. “I’ll leave if you take my job away,” you threatened. “It’s a risk I might have to take if you keep teasing me,” he countered. “No you won’t they like me,” you showed him all of the tweets about how they liked seeing him flustered.
Zayn: “Will you be in the Twitcam with me,” Zayn asked as he started setting it up. “I’d rather not,” you responded honestly. “Join the club,” he was pretty ornery at the moment. “What are you doing in it,” you tried to lighten the mood. “I don’t know I was just planning on doodling and chatting I guess,” he was clearly dreading it as he sprawled his colored pencils out. “Well that does not seem too bad,” you said optimistically. “So you wouldn’t be against joining me?” He smiled at you so hopefully. “Only because I wouldn’t mind doodling myself,” you picked up the black pencil and started making the boxes for your comic strip. Zayn started the Twitcam. You just continued to draw as if nothing was happening and when he introduced you, you just nodded politely. “We’re drawing a comic for you guys,” Zayn informed them scooting into your drawing zone and making the next square. It was something that you were used to, you two liked to play a game where you would take turns drawing a scene and then see where the story would end up going. You chose to only set the setting in the first picture so that Zayn would have to start the plot. He was drawing you, you could tell because he had done it before. He put you in a cape so you must have been the super hero. You decided to make him the damsel in distress as payback. “Hey,” he shoved your shoulder. “You made me smear the line,” you pouted. “Sorry,” he said insincerely. “Answer some questions,” you said spitefully wanting to finish it on your own. “All right,” he said searching for one. “They all want us to finish it, they want to see,” he informed you. “Well then it’s your turn,” you slid him the paper and looked for an actual question for him to answer.
Liam: You were having a fun time watching Liam answer questions. He always was so cute when he interacted with the fans. As your next song choice came up you could see his face drop. “Turn it,” he cringed. “No this is one of my favorite songs,” you refused. “This song sucks, don’t you agree,” he asked the fans. “Haha they said that they’re considering turning off the Twitcam,” he teased. “I don’t believe that,” you insisted. “Are the numbers falling,” you challenged. “No they are growing,” he confirmed. “Well then you are welcome, leave the music to me and answer the dang questions,” you refused to let him win. “Who do you guys think it is,” he asked as he scrolled through all of the questions about who was picking the music. He started bopping his head when the song finally changed. “They know it’s you,” he looked to you with a smile. “Let us see (y/n),” he read one of the tweets. “I’m one of those anonymous DJ types,” you shook your head sternly. “They’re being pretty persistent,” he continued to scan. “Too bad I have to focus on the music,” you flipped the song to make it look like you were busy. “It’s our song,” he cheered, “may I have this dance?” He held out his hand for you to grab it. “Since when do you dance,” you asked suspiciously. “Since I’m trying to please the fans,” he looked you in the eyes to assure you it would be okay. You wanted to refuse, but you had yet to get the opportunity to slow dance with him. You were afraid if you turned him down the offer would never come again. “You may,” you said taking his hand and he slowly led you into camera view.
Niall: You finished your shower and strolled into the kitchen to get something to eat. Niall was still in the middle of his Twitcam he was on the chair facing the kitchen so you were safe from the laptop view. You held your towel as you reached for the left over pizza. You plopped it in the microwave then leaned on the counter, Niall seemed to be having a good time. He was telling a story and you chuckled a little bit at his enthusiasm. That caused him to lose his track of thought a little bit. He was looking to you speechless for a bit till he regrouped and then continued. That’s when the microwave beeped. You took it out and pulled a chair over so you could continue to eat and watch him. The smell distracted him even more. “Can I have a piece,” he asked cutting his story short. There were only two pieces left and you were hungry. You sighed, “fine,” you whispered and then went over to hand him one figuring you could order in once he was done. “Yay,” he cheered taking his first bite then looking at the questions. He started answering them with food spewing out of his mouth. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you scolded leaning on the counter and sliding your plate to that side now. “Oh (y/n)’s here,” he said reading the tweets. “They want to see you,” he informed with a big smile. You returned it with a glare. He looked you up and down chuckling a bit. “Sorry guy’s I don’t think that is a very good idea,” he shook his head taking another bite. “Good choice,” you mouthed, but he owed it to you for sharing.
