Liam: “She was like, like choking on the meatball and…” You lost your place in the story as you erupted (again) into a fit of laughter. Liam shook his head, eyes crinkling and smiling wide as he stared at you. “‘S not even that funny!” He reminded you after awhile, you looked up at him, eyes lit up in a perfect way, and scoffed. “‘s hilarious.” He shook his head, “I dunno, think maybe your just a scary person who laughs when other people are choking..” Your face dropped as you looked up at him, “Liam, I am not a scary person who when other people are choking. She’s fine anyway so.” He hummed in response while simultaneously shaking his head and leant down to kiss you, finally ending the laughing attack.
Harry: You and Harry had decided today was the perfect time to hike at a mountain near your house. It had rained the day before, but the weather was as stable as it’d been all week. You heard running water as you ascended the mountain, and regretted the decision to go up. As you began to propose turning around though, Harry refused. “Noooo, babe, we’re in the great outdoors, we’re wilderness survivors, we can survive.” You shook your head, but listened to him and continued to move towards the body of water. Despite the running water, the stones to walk across it were close together. “Harry, maybe we should just turn back, I don-” He clicked his tongue as he turned to you “I’ll go first, yeah, prove it’s safe.” Before you could respond he made his way into the middle of the river, proudly standing on a rock. “See, babe-” He pivoted to talk to you, and in doing so the not so-stable rock moved, ending in him falling into the shallow body of water. He glared at you, but you couldn’t really focus over trying to silence your laughs.
Niall: He took the beer from you, raising his eyebrows in question of whether it was okay. As you gave a quick nod of approval, he drank about half of it. You watched him, one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around the bottle, his hair messed by the wind. He brought the bottle away from his mouth, the liquid resting on his tongue as he began to speak. Rather than words existing his mouth, though, he just let out a garbled sound and never-swallowed beer, and immediately after he began to giggle in a ‘school-girl’ like fashion. “I can’t-” He laughed, sucking in a deep breath, “I forgot to swallow it!” You stared at him, eyebrows raised in question as you asked how much he’s had to drink.
Louis: It was cold, both your and Louis’s hair tousled by the wind. Cheeks flushed, and hands dug into pockets seeking any amount of warmth you could. You sat on a stairwell outside, the air crisp around you, the ground covered in a new sheet of ice. Louis daringly brought his bare hand out of his pocket to face the frigidness, and wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You both sat like that for awhile, staring at the barely moving tree ahead of you. In the distance, you saw two runners, clad in multiple jackets as they jogged up the street. Louis clicked his tongue, “who’s crazy enough to run in this weather? ‘s insane.” You gave a slight nod in agreement. The runners were passing you, one turning to wave as they went by in a neighborly fashion, when a small shriek was let out, and skidding across the ice, the jogger fell. You began to laugh immediately, unable to hold it back. Louis scoffed, teasing you about how awful a person you have to be to laugh at someone’s pain.
Zayn: It was 4 AM. You and Zayn had been watching a movie, when he fell asleep. His hair was a mess and he gave slight snores because of the oncoming cold he had. The movie had ended 20 minutes prior, and, in your sleep deprived state you had begun flipping through channels when you found “Oobi” a children’s show about a hand puppet, you watched, fully engrossed, when Zayn gave a soft groan. “Babe,” he asked, eyes half closed as he began to sit up, “wha’ time ‘s it?” You glanced over at him slightly, about to answer when he saw the show. “What the hell are you watching?” He asked. “Oobi…” You dragged out before erupting into laughter as he stared at you, half amused and half concerned as he spoke “God, we need to get you to sleep, c’mere.”
