Harry: “Baby, be careful.” Harry spoke, uneasily as you walk across a beam. Where you were obviously harnessed in, you weren’t or any of the other boys going anywhere. “Whipped.” Niall coughed with a smug smile. Harry sent to boys a glare, who were in laughing fits. He rolled his eyes, making his way across the bar towards you. “Baby, be careful.” Louis mocked, before giggling.
Niall: You sat on Nialls lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands delicately around your torso. “Fast and furious!” Liam suggested, making you gag. “Yeah, that movie sucks.” Niall scoffed, placing a kiss on your shoulder where his chin once was. “But, yesterday you said it was the best movie you’ve ever seen.” Harry chuckled. “It’s okay guys, we’ll let it slide. He’s obviously whipped.” Louis shrugged, Niall turned beat red. Muttering incoherent words, then whispering. “I’m not whipped.”
Louis: "You can sleep in my bunk tonight." He smiled, you shook your head. "Louis, I cant take your bunk. I’ll sleep on the couch." Setting down the blankets, Paul happily gave you. "I insist." Louis sighed, taking ahold of your hand and led you to his marked bunk. "Ya sure?" He nodded, "Goodnight sweetheart. I love you." He whispered so the boys wouldn’t here. "Whipped." Zayn yelled from his bunk.
Liam: “Damn!” You yelled in frustration, seeing as you have got your luggage. That’s not yours. “How could they be so incredibly idiotic!” You continued, running fingers through your hair. The boys stood in the door way, enjoying your tiny meltdown. “Babe,” Liam cooed, with a chuckle. “You can just borrow some of my shirts.” “Thanks.” A couple days later when you go your luggage back, Liam wouldn’t let you wear anything but his shirts.
Zayn: “Jus admit it! Your whipped!” Harry yelled, cutting Zayn off short of his ramble of how pretty you were, or how your eyes sparked a certain way when he came around. “I’m not whipped, I just happen to be almost in love with someone of the opposite sex.” Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling sarcastically. “More like in love, mate. Come on, what guys spends almost an hour telling me about his girlfriend?” “Me.” Zayn grumbled, maybe he is whipped?
