GIF ON THE SIDE LINES!!! THANK YOU TO ALL MY FANS!
Harry: You and Harry are in his house, watching Liam while he was sick. He just sits there, his nose in a book not listening to you too, so you start getting closer.
"Harry! You half to take the plastic off the cheese before you can cook it!" You laugh staring at Harry's 'grilled cheese'. Suddenly it bursts into flames, Harry makes a gasping/Shrieking noise and whacks the flaming sandwich with a towel.
"Set the damn house on fire will yah!" You scream hiding behind him.
Liam walks in nonchalantly trying to figure out what the ruckus is about. He groans, grabs a cup, fills it with water and dumbs it on the blazing pan. It sizzles and the fire stops immediately, all that's left is a soggy sandwich covered in melted plastic. You three stare at it before Liam turns off the stove.
"You'd think I was babysitten them for christs sake." He mumbled stomping back into the living room. "Niall would still eat it!" Harry countered. You shook your head throwing out the mushy mess.
Niall: "No! It's mine!" You hissed. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the chip in your hand.
"If you eat it, you might get fat, you wouldn't want that!" He challenged, you scoffed.
"I'd rather be fat than hungry!" You countered. You slowly moved it towards your mouth, Niall made dramatic protesting noices. You bit into it, he cried out, as if in pain. Then in a instint lunged forward across the couch, on top of you, tickiling you, so you you were gasping.
"GIVE IT BACK!"
"NEVER! I ALREADY ATE IT!"
"PUKE IT UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU!"
"YOU WILL NEVER MAKE ME!"
"DAMMIT!" He cried, rolling off and onto the floor. You looked down at him with smug satisfaction.
"Was it a good chip?" He whispered.
"It was awesome." You replied, patting his back while he pretended to sob.
Louis: You were staring at your wardrobe, still deciding what to wear. Louis came waltsing in, knowing right away what was at stake.
"Don't worry love, Louis' here to save the day!" He called. He opened the wardrobe, pulling out clothing, throwing it everywhere.
"Too red."
"To purple."
"To preppy."
"Trying to hard."
"Not trying hard enough."
"LOUIS! This isn't a episode of dish on (Y/N)'s clothing!" You said. He turned around, a cheeky grin on his face.
"You know what I like most on you?" He whispered, his voice full of lust.
"What's that?" You asked smiling like a chessy cat.
"Absolutly nothing." He said, playing with your shirt strap.
"That can be arranged."
Liam: "Do you have sunscreen?" He asked for the thired time. You rolled your eyes, sliding your scandals on.
"Liam, for the thrid time, Yes!" You laughed, he looked you up and down, as if trying to remember something. Then he brightened.
"Do you have moonscreen?" He asked seriously. You did a double take, trying to decide if he was serious.
"moonscreen? The fuck is moonscreen?" You asked.
"It's a cream you put on at night to stop moonburns, I wouldn't want you getting one-"
"Liam." You broke in.
"I 'm going to the beach, I don't think I'll be getting any 'moonburns' okay sweetie?" You said softly stifling a laugh. He turned around, grabbed a bottle and handed it to you, the label read MOONSCREEN.
"Just in case!" He assured, to shut him up, you put it in your bag.
Zayn:
You were sitting in your boyfriend Zayns' living room reading the evening paper, his band mate, Niall was sitting across from you reading as well.
"Sugar muffin!" Zayn called from the bathroom.
"Yesss!" Niall smirked replying, you slapped his shoulder and he laughed.
"I wasn't talking to you! Your nick names stupid face, remember!" Zayn scoffed, Niall muttered something returning to his book.
"Pruny Pie!" Zayn sung making you huff.
"Pruny pie?" You asked.
"Fine, Hotbuns!" He retorted.
"Yes Itty Bitty?" You called back. Niall burst out laughing immediately.
"HEY! I'm not small at all! You didn't seem to mind last night, did you cutiekinz?" He countered. Niall's facial expression turned into pure horror in a matter of seconds. You started turning red.
"Shut up Gorgi Porgi!" You laughed. Niall then pretended to gag.
"Sick, sick people!" He cried running upstairs. Zayn walked out, in absolutely nothing. You made a "really?" face and he shrugged.
"I was gonna ask you for a towel." He defended plopping down beside you, pulling the paper from you hands and kissing you passionately. His wet hair was tossled around and you fixed it, smiling.
"Thanks Poochie Pants." He said, poking your nose.
"No problem, Noodlehead."
