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You Go On A Picnic

You Go On A Picnic

Harry: and he planned it all, down to the champagne flutes that he lifted in hands almost shaking out of hoping it was all perfect. He leant down when you’d finished, against the giant tree trunk, picnic blanket rustled beneath your bodies, “come here, babe," he beckoned over, lazy murmuring, with one hand. You shuffled over, closing the picnic basket lid on your way. You rested by his chest, back to his heart beating softly, and he wrapped arms like the extra rug he’d brought for wind, because he’d checked the weather on his iPhone, “you comfy?" "Yeah, I’m comfy," you smiled up. "Good," he perched lips to the crown of your forehead, “you’re the best thing to have on a picnic, you know that, right?"

Liam: and he nuzzled up to your neck for a sweet kiss, leaning over the food he’d laid out, a cheese platter and grapes, holding your hands long enough to lean the kiss down to your lips. He dropped them when he tore a grape of its stem, easing it up, giggling when he pressed it to your lips, and you opened them, smiling wide and suppressing your own laughter, a blush on your cheeks that lasted as long as you swallowing. “You’re adorable when you blush like that," he brushed a fingertip down your cheek, taking another grape to his own lips, “so adorable, babe…" "You’re pretty cute yourself," you fluffed the collar of your jacket, “setting all this up…" you took his hand and threaded fingers, “thank you, Liam…" "Anything for you, (Y/N)," he smiled, squeezing, “you’re my girl, remember?"

Louis: and he refused to quiet his voice, serenading you when a family of four strolled past, bemused father with a shocked face and a mother covering her kids ears because Louis was singing dirty lyrics that made you laugh and hide your eyes, reaching up to pull him down into the blanket rug until they passed. “I can’t believe you," you giggled against his ear, holding him down until he could manage himself up, “you’re gonna get us thrown out of the park…" "Am not," he shuffled up, slicing a hand through his hair to get back to looking at you, leaning over to kiss you. "This was an awesome idea, Lou…" you took his face in your hands, “the picnic, everything, thank you…" "You’re welcome, (Y/N)," he murmured against your lips, leaning you down and knocking the empty plastic plates aside that you’d already raided, “anything for my girl, most beautiful girl in the world, right?"

Zayn: and he let you lean against his chest as you both lay, sun so lazy in the sky, dipped in honey and he pecked your forehead as you both watched it fall, hands scrunching the picnic rug you were laying on. He had you scooped in his arms, his hands in the pockets of your hoodie, holding your middle. “You full, love?" He skimmed around to your cheek, grazing lips there along the skin. "Yeah, it was delicious," you giggled, blushing down, “thanks, babe…" "Just glad I can make you happy, babe…" he smiled ahead, muscle in his jaw jumping as he swallowed, “life gets so crazy sometimes…" he narrowed his eyes, “I’m just glad I can… get you to smile. That’s what it’s all for."

Niall: and he scrunched his body up close to yours, eyes a little nervous as he looked to meet yours, handing you the sandwich from being neatly wrapped in foil. He bit his lip, so you blushed and pressed a hand to his cheek, raising his head from bowing. “Now, babe, I made this myself…" he pressed the bread slices into your hand, “please, tell me if you hate it. I’m not a very good cook…" "It tastes delicious," you murmured with your mouth full, voice a little muffled because you took such a big bite, “Niall, this tastes awesome…" "Really?" He knocked his knees into yours, “good, I really didn’t want to poison you." "You did good," you held his cheek again, “you did really good, babe." He took the sandwich from you, and bit in himself, groaning out when he was chewing then swallowing, “all for you, babe," he grinned with his mouth still full, “all for you…"

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