Harry: “I think I’m starting to get blisters,” you groan as you pause, holding up the rake with one hand to let your arms rest for a bit. “Stop being a baby,” Harry laughs, picking up some leaves and dropping them on your head. “Harry!” you exclaim, running a hand through your hair to make sure that they were all gone. “You’re such a pain.” You pick up some leaves and throw them in his face, laughing as he shakes his head and wipes his face with the sleeve of his sweater. “I have an idea,” he says. “Let’s stop doing this and just lie down in the pile.” “That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said.” “Hey!”
Liam: “Oh no, I think we lost the second rake,” you say, trying to make it sound like you were upset. “Guess I can’t rake the leaves with you. Darn.” “You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Liam rolls his eyes, handing you a broom. “Get the leaves out of the driveway and then you can push the leaves I rake on to the street.” “Oh no, we lost the broom too,” you continue, hiding it behind your back. “Guess we can’t rake today. Or ever. Darn. Let’s go inside and make hot chocolate now.” “You’re impossible.”
Louis: “Wow Lou, you’re doing a great job,” you sarcastically praise him, glancing behind you to see him sitting in the middle of the driveway. “Look at that big pile of leaves you made.” “I know right,” Louis grins, looking up from his phone. “I’m so manly, look at all of the work I did. I’m just taking a break right now, I’ll start again in 5 minutes.” “Good to know,” you shake your head, going back to raking the leaves in the front yard. “Don’t shake your head at me,” he scolds. “You’ve been doing a great job, (Y/N), I don’t want to mess you up.” “How considerate.”
Niall: You watched from the front steps as the boys threw leaves at each other, their rakes abandoned as they ran around the yard. “Wow, you’re all so skilled at raking,” you remark, walking up with a plate of cookies. “Are those for us?” Niall asks. “Because we did such a good job of raking?” “Of course,” you agree. “I thought that since you were doing so much physical exercise that you might get hungry.” “Thanks, (Y/N)!” all of the boys exclaim, running up to hug you and grab a cookie. “Get back to work,” you roll your eyes as you push them away.
Zayn: ”Almost done,” you groan as you slowly walk over to the last part of your backyard that needed to be raked. Zayn ran in front of you, quickly pushing the leaves towards the huge pile in the middle of the backyard, grinning widely when he was finished. “I win,” he smirks, letting the rake fall the ground. “We didn’t even say that this was a race!” you protest, letting your rake fall to the ground as well. “Doesn’t matter, I still won. That means I get to jump in first,” Zayn taunts, walking towards you. “Or we could jump in together?” you suggest. “Nope, I won.”
