Zayn: "Babe, this is unnecessary, it's a silly stuffed giraffe that I really don't need," you wrap your fingers around his arm and eye the carnival game that he'd been unsuccessfully playing for the past ten minutes. "No, no," he steps forward and slaps another bill on the counter. "I'm going to win it for you, I swear." With a sigh of defeat (and let's face it, admiration), you watch as he grabs a plastic ball and aims it at the milk bottles in the neat pyramid. He throws it and it hits them, but only one falls. "Shit," he mumbles, grabbing the next ball. But this time, he hits them dead center and the tower comes crashing down. "Good job, mate," the worker smiles, handing you the giant stuffed giraffe. "Thank you," you beam, leaning over and giving him a kiss over the plush toy's head.
Louis: "Lou," you sigh as he slides another bill into the claw machine. "No, no, I got it this time," he promises, moving the trigger as he tries and once again fails to pick up the stuffed lion for you. "Lou, we're going to be late for Liam's party," you sigh, smiling a little as he retains the boyish look in his eyes and the desire to win. "All right, all right, last try," he swears, sliding in one last bill. "A little more to the left!" you tell him, watching the claw hover over the plush. "Got it!" Louis cheers, watching as the claw moves over towards the prize slot and drops the lion inside. "Victorious!" you laugh, giving the lion a kiss and then giving one to Louis. "Now let's get going," he says finally, wrapping his arm around your waist.
Harry: "That's adorable," you muse, walking by the brightly light whac-a-mole booth at the fair as you lean close to Harry's side. "What?" he asks, pausing and looking over. "The penguin?" You nod and go to continue walking but he doesn't move. "Where are you going?" you ask, watching as he walks over and hands the guy a few bills. "To win it for you," he says simply, shrugging off his coat and setting it on a stool. "You don't have to," you tell him, shrugging it off. He shakes his head and the worker starts the game--him versus a few other guys trying to win things for their girlfriends or themselves. You watch with absolute admiration as his muscles flex and his brow furrows in concentration with each whack inflicted on the plastic moles. "Winner!" the worker calls out, grabbing a stuffed penguin from the display and handing it to Harry. "Thank you for the penguin, and the gun show," you tease, patting his biceps. He laughs and shrugs his jacket back on, wrapping his arm back around your waist. "Any time, m'dear."
Niall: "These things are rigged," Niall frowns, moving the joystick of the claw machine with frustration. "What are you doing?" you'd gone to the restroom but returned to find him perched in front of claw machine with concentration prevalent across his face. He looks up at you and waves, sliding another bill into the machine. "I saw this stuffed bunny in this machine and it reminded me of you...plus I was getting bored," he admits, failing to win the plush once more and sliding in another bill. "Oh," you watch him with amusement as he finally grabs something--but not the bunny, a turtle. "Damn it," he frowns, taking the turtle from the prize slot and holding it up to you. "It's no bunny, but..." You shrug and take it, leaning over and giving him a quick peck. "It's lovely, thanks. I'll name it Bunny to make up for the lack thereof," you joke, smiling as his eyes light up and his laughter fills the air.
Liam: "I've always wanted one of those way-too-big over-sized teddy bears, you know?" you admit, grabbing a handful of cotton candy and passing it back to Liam. You notice him automatically walk towards the teddy bears and reach for his wallet. "Stop, I hate when you buy me things and spoil me like that," you frown, reaching for his hand. "This isn't buying, it's winning something?" he offers, a small smile across his lips. "Liam," you protest, watching him hand the worker a crumpled bill. "Please, I'll just play once and if I win, I win and if I lose we'll just keep walking," he promises, giving you a peck on the cheek. "For good luck." You smile and shake your head, watching as he picks up the over-sized mallet and raises it over his head. Hello arm muscles and biceps. He slams it back down and the colorful lights move up, up, up all the way up to the 'Super-Winner!' level. "Damn, you're strong, Payne," you compliment, watching him gesture towards a giant blue bear and the worker handing it to you. "Thank you," he beams, flexing his muscles jokingly and helping you hold the bear.
