Harry: “C’mon, sweetheart, just- just toss it!” He yelled excitedly, from where he stood about ten feet away— he was teaching you how to throw a baseball— “O-Okay.” He laughs a your unsure voice, waiting patiently for you to throw the ball. You weakly smile, before bringing your arm back, and throwing the ball, after the ball leaves your hand, you shut your eyes tight. Squinting them open about a minute later to see the ball about six feet away from Harry, you let out a huff of air, kicking the grass below you. Harry hated seeing you so disappointed, quickly he runs toward the ball, picking it up, “You did it!” He screamed, as he picked you up, twirling you in circles.
Niall: He giggles at your failure attempt of trying to kick a football, you huff a breath of air out, before turning to meet his eyes. His giggling subsides instantly, and he smiles innocently at you, you couldn’t help but crack a smile at your silly boyfriend, “Uh, here.” He speaks, walking slightly in front of you— about ten feet away— “Now, just kick it to me.” He smiles softly, and you do what he says, letting your foot collide with the football, it soars, and, let’s just say it hit him where 'the sun don’t shine.' Niall bends over in pain, one hand holding his manhood, the other having a thumbs up sign toward you, “You got some power, princess.” He groans as you giggle.
Louis: “C’mon, baby.” He urges, awaiting for you to throw the football, “I can’t do it.” You groan, “Aw, come on, you know you can!” He says like a parent encouraging their kid at a sports game. Smiling sarcastically, “Alright,” You say- unsure of yourself, holding you hands with the laces, you bring your arm back, before releasing the ball, shutting your eyes, almost instantly you here an, “Oof.” Followed by groaning, squinting an eye open, you see Louis laying on the ground, his hand latching hold of his face. You scramble over to your boyfriend, you kneel down next to his body, “Oh gosh, Lou, I’m so sorry.” You say softly, he smirks, “I think a kiss will make it better.” He pouts, you giggle, softly kissing your boyfriend.
Liam: “How do you do it!?” You exclaim, watching your boyfriend get yet another hole-in-one, “Let me help you, sweetie” He smirks, as he walks behind you. “Such a dude move.” You murmur to yourself, and thankfully Liam doesn’t hear you, wrapping his arms around you, placing his hands on top of yours— your hands are securely wrapped around the head of the club. “You see,” Liam speaks, bringing the club back slightly, “It’s all in the wrist.” He taps the ball smoothly, and just like Liam had done multiple times before, it went right into the hole. You giggle loudly, turning around to plant a kiss on Liam’s lips.
Zayn: “Don’t be so stubborn.” He mumbles, watching as you huff, throwing the football to the grass, “How could I not? I stink!” You exclaim, throwing your hands above your head. Your boyfriend chuckles at you, “It’s not funny.” You let out a small giggle yourself, and reach for the football, “C’mon.” He claps his hands like you would for a dog, causing you to glare slightly, but a small smile easily makes it’s way to your lips. You sigh, doing the motion like Zayn had taught you, and once you let go, it’s a perfect spiral, and lands right in Zayn’s hands, he smiles brightly, you squeal, as Zayn runs over to you.
