CREADIT TUMBLR
Harry: ”Not fair” Harry pouted, throwing his controller to the other side of the couch, “You cheated!” You shook your head and fought back, “Nuuh! I did not! It’s not my fault that you’re a terrible player!” His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at you. “What was that?” he questioned, although he did understand what you said. But you repeated it for him. “You. Are. A. Terrible. Player.” But his reaction wasn’t as expected, because suddely the corners of his mouth turned into a cheeky grin. You gave him a confused look and were about to ask him about it, when all of sudden his hands moved to your waist. With a loud laugh you threw your head backwards into the pillows as he kept moving his hands up and down your sides. “Do you still think so?” he questioned. You tried to push him off of you, but you weren’t strong enough and gave in. “N-No” you laughed, “P-Pleaaase stoooop, Har-ry” He chuckled to himself and let go of your body. You tried to catch your breath as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Thought so.”
Niall: ”Hey, can I join you?” you asked Niall, flopping down onto the couch next to him. “But I thought you hate video games” he murmured and furrowed his eyebrowns, keeping his eyes on the game. “Just a few. But I used to play ‘Mario Cart’ very often when I was younger. So let me play, pleeeease?” you begged. He chuckled and paused the game, turning into your direction. “Let’s go then” he said and handed you the controller. You started the game again, but already after 10 seconds the screen flashed ‘Game Over’. “He killed me” you groaned, earing a laugh from Niall. “Well, you were supposed to kill him first” he chuckled. “Not funny” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “Aww, princess” he cooed and left a kiss on your temple, before standing up. “I have ‘Mario Cart’ laying around here somewhere. Let me get it and we play it instead, yeah?”
Liam: ”Okay, what do I have to do?” you asked as Liam passed you one of the controllers. “Just kill the enemys by pressing the ‘x’ button” he told you. You scrunched your nose and furrowed your eyebrowns, not expecting it to be that easy. “That’s it?” You asked. He nodded his head and said, “Yep. I’ll do the rest. It’s to difficult.” You raised and eyebrown at him, “What? …Do you think I’m that bad? …I’m probably better than you.” He laughed, “Suuure. Let’s start the game, love.” He shook his head from side to side, still laughing. “Liam Payne!” you smiled in disbelief, “I bet I am better than you!” He took the challenge. “Let’s bet then! The winner gets whatever the winner wants, okay?” He held his hand out to you and you shook it, “Deal!” After about 15 min. you beat him with a headshot. But it was really weird, beacuse you saw Liam playing before and he was better than you, you just wanted to challenge him. You knew he lost on purpose, otherwise he would have killed you in the first minute. But well, your win was a win for him, too. If you know what I mean.
Louis: ”So, you have to press the ‘x’ to speed up and the ‘square’ to stop” Louis explained to you. “But you always change your vehicles. How are you doing that?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrowns, not completely aware of that game. “With the ‘triangle’. Press it and you leave your car. Then go to another car and press it again to enter it” he smiled. You sighed, still not understanding completely, but grabbed the controller from him. You pressed ‘play’ and started to drive through the streets of LA. To your surprisingly you did really good. You were just drving across the high-way to your next mission, when you heard police sirens. “You need to shot them!” Louis shouted, although he was only sitting a few inches next to you. “Oh god” you breathed, pressing random buttons, “How am I doing that? Shit! Louis? Oh! Fuck!” And withing seconds you were arrested and the screen flashed, ‘Game Over’. But after a few hours and some teaching from Louis, you were really good in that game and beat his ass more than one time.
Zayn: ”Oh c’mon Zayn! Just one game! Pleaaaaaase?” you begged, folding your hands and kneeling down infront of him on the couch. “Babe. What does my t-shirt say?” he questioned and pointed to logo of his t-shirt. “Cool kids don’t dance” you read out loud and sighed. “Exactly” he pointed out. “So, I’m not cool, because I like to play ‘Just Dance’, mmh?” you argued, raising an eyebrow at him. He frowned, “That’s not what I meant [Y/N]. But I just can’t dance and I probably look like fool, because you can do way better.” You hit his arm playfully and laughed, “But you did dance in that video with your friends too, silly.” He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking wether to do it or not. “C’mon! One game! For meee?” you tried to convince him and poked his cheek. “Okay” he gave in, “For you.” You cheered and gave him the second remote as you both stood up. You eventually agreed on a song and started dacing, showing your moves. Let’s just say that he was better than he said he is.