Louis: "No! No!" you squeal, thrashing around as Louis tickles you. "You started this, Miss (Y/N)!" he laughs, as you start tickling him back. You had both been watching a really boring movie when you'd begun tickling him for something to do. It'd resulted in a full-on tickle war. "I...can't...breathe!" you gasp through peals of laughter. He pauses above you and smirks. "Do you surrender?" he asks, pushing a strand of hair from your face. "I surrender!" you huff, sticking out your tongue. "I am the Champion!" Louis shouts, climbing off of you and helping you up. "Whoa, whoa! Did we interrupt a hook-up?" Niall comments as he and the boys enter the living room. You and Louis look at each other--both of you have messy hair and messy clothes from the fight and it does look awfully suspicious. "Oh, yes, of course," you say jokingly, blowing Louis a kiss. "Yeah...we were obviously hooking up," Louis teases, a glint of disappointment in his eye. The boys laugh but still look suspicious. "So...uh, who wants some popcorn?" Liam says quickly, breaking the awkward silence. "Yeah! i'll help you make it," you say quickly, trailing the brown-eyed boy into the kitchen.
Liam: "These pillows suck, they're hard as a rock and the fabric is scratchy!" you complain, the fabric scratching your cheek. "I know, I've been meaning to get new ones," Liam shrugs, tossing the pillows to the ground. "But I want a pillow, I want to take an nap," you mumble sleepily. You'd been at school all day and it'd been rough--three exams and you hadn't slept well last night. Liam had picked you up and you'd both come back to his flat to hang out. "Here, use me as a pillow," he offers, leaning back on the couch and shrugging. You hesitantly snuggle up against him ,resting your face on his chest. "Wow, you should become a professional pillow," you murmur, noticing how surprisingly soft his abs are. He laughs and lets out a yawn. "I'll take that into consideration." You both wake up to the sound of four familiar boys whistling and banging around in the kitchen. "Looks like I won the bet, they totally hooked up," Harry sing-songs, taking a sip of soda. "Did not!" you exclaim shyly, moving from Liam. You'd both totally fallen asleep together on the couch. "Well, it looks awful suspicious," Louis sings, nodding towards where you were both intertwined. "Um...we just kinda fell asleep...pillows..." Liam mumbles, running his fingers through his hair. "Riiight," Zayn says skeptically, snatching Harry's soda can and taking a gulp.
Niall: "We're going to get sick," you giggle, dipping your finger in the bowl of cookie dough and licking it off. Niall laughs and does the same, shrugging his shoulders. "It'd be worth it, cookie dough is the best," he chirps. You playfully stick a chocolate chip on his nose and he triies to lick it off, making you laugh. "Don't laugh! I bet you can't touch your tongue to your nose either," he grins, taking the chip and tossing it in his mouth. You raise your eyebrows in response and shrug. "I can't, but at least I'm not dumb enough to try," you tease. Niall chuckles and leans close. "Hold still, there's some dough on your cheek," he says softly, running his thumb gingerly across your skin. "WHOA! ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING HERE?" Louis yells loudly, suddenly, bursting into the kitchen with the three boys in tow. "Nialler! (Y/N)! Were you two kissing? Aww!" Liam coos, clapping his hands together. You both pull away from each other quickly and Niall's face turns red. "No! I just had some dough on my face, he was just getting it off..." you explain quickly, causing Zayn to roll his eyes. "Right. Seems legit," he says sarcastically, grabbing a chocolate chip from the bowl and tossing it in his mouth. "It's true!" Niall protests, although the boys aren't quite believing either of you.
Harry: "Mmm....that feels so good," Harry purrs, as you run your fingers through his curly hair. You laugh at how he reminds you of a kitten when its ears are scratched and he smiles. "You're so strange, Harry," you comment, ruffling his curls. "Not strange, I just happen to like when people play with my hair," he laughs, resting his head on your leg. "Mmm..." he sings, closing his eyes with pure bliss. "Harry the noises you're making sound so sexual," you tease, biting back a laugh. "Ooohh, mmmmm," you imitate him jokingly. Suddenly, four boys burst into the room with wide-eyes. "Whoa, whoa! What's going on in here?" Niall asks curiously. "We heard some, erm, noises..." Liam mumbles, his cheeks turning pink. You and Harry look at each other and burst into laughter, shaking your heads. "(Y/N) and Harry were totally being sexual and hooking up and we almost caught them!" Louis says finally, tossing his hands in the air and walking away. "Yeah, of course, obviously," you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Erm..yeah, we weren't," Harry mumbles, biting back a smile.
Zayn: "Get off! Get off! You're all wet!" Zayn laughs, struggling to get free of your grasp with. You'd just gotten out of the pool and he'd been tanning, so you'd tackled him in a wet, chlorine hug. "Nuh-uh!" you giggle, soaking his skin. He stops struggling and finally spins around and picks you up in his arms. "Put me down! Put me down!" you squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm going to toss you in the pool! Revenge!" he exclaims, lifting you near the edge of the blue water. "My top is falling off!" you exclaim, holding your swimsuit up on your chest. Zayn blushes and looks away politely. "Whoaa! Zaynie! Wait until you get inside to take off her clothes!" Harry shouts as he and the boys enter the pool area. "Did we interrupt some wet and steamy hook-up?" Niall chuckles, the Narry pair giving each other a high five. Zayn carefully lowers you to the ground and you both blush. "Um..can you tie my top?" you say shyly, still holding your swimsuit protectively on your chest. "Yeah!" he says quickly, fiddling with the strings and tying a tight knot. "No, no! Don't stop for us! Resume the hooking up," Louis calls, making you and Zayn blush even harder. "Want to go get ice cream?" you offer quickly, nodding towards the stand. "Yeah! Yeah! Ice cream sounds great!" Zayn says quickly, breaking the awkward tension in the air.
