Harry:
"Make a wish," he blurts out, pointing excitedly to a shooting star and closing his eyes. You close your eyes with him, a wish forming in your mind. He presses his lips to yours, "What'd you wish for?", he asks. You grin and shake your head, "Uh uh, Styles, if I tell you it won't come true." He just chuckles and scoots closer to you on the blanket laid out on the cool grass under the stars. "Fair enough," he smiles, "but when it comes true will you tell me?" His green eyes shine in the moonlight and you find yourself agreeing as you intertwine your fingers with his, "I promise."
Louis:
Louis helps pull you over the fence surrounding the pool and grins silently as he starts to pull his shirt off, the lights shimmering under the water doing nothing but enhancing the mischievous glint in his eyes. "We're going to get caught," you whisper, looking around at the abandoned pool deck. "No we're not, come on babe," he takes your hand, pulling you closer to the water. "It'll be fun," he says, letting go as he jumps in. "C'mon," Louis encourages as he shakes out his soaked hair, "the water's nice." You sigh and quickly tug off your t-shirt and shorts, joining him. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you," you warn him. He laughs and splashes you, "deal."
Zayn:
You sigh contentedly as you tilt your head towards Zayn, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel as he drives through the empty streets with all the windows rolled down, the late night air running through your hair. He glances towards you and smiles. "It's not polite to stare, 'ya know?" Laughing, you take his free hand, squeezing softly. "I can't help it. You're just so good looking," you tell him. He chuckles and raises your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. His cheeks darkening ever so slightly with a blush. "I love you," he murmurs, glancing towards you again, "so much."
Liam:
You tuck your head against Liam's chest, breathing in a scent that is strictly his, warm, and masculine, and all Liam; mixed slightly with the scent of the campfire you were sitting next to earlier this evening. He yawns and pulls you in closer- if that's even possible in this this tiny sleeping bag. "I love you," he whispers, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear, and grinning through the dark. "I love you too," you whisper back, unwilling to break the quiet. The peaceful quiet that the two of you so rarely get when you're anywhere that isn't home. You relax against him, feeling happy and letting your breathing slow to match his as you drift off to sleep.
Niall:
You sit beside him on the porch swing, handing him a cold beer and taking a swig of your own. "It's too late to be this hot," he complains, wrapping an arm around your shoulder despite the heat. "I know," you sigh, letting your head fall against his shoulder. "It is beautiful though," you say nodding towards the fireflies, flitting around just beyond the front porch. He nods, smiling at the oddly entertaining bugs. "It is," he agrees as he pecks your lips. "C'mon," he suddenly bursts out, setting his beer on the ground and reaching for your hand, "let's go catch some." You laugh, but set your drink beside his and follow him out onto the grass.