You Wouldn't Dare

Louis: "You wouldn't DARE!" You screech and begin running away from Louis.

                "No running!" someone shouts, but Louis just laughs and continues his pursuit. You turn around to face him again and you both freeze. He begins slowly moving towards you.

                "Louis.. LOUIS." You repeat, indignant. "Louis I don't want to get my hair wet!!"

                He laughs. "But you look so sexy with wet hair." He grins mischievously.

                "LOUIS!" you scream as he closes the distance between you and throws you over his shoulder. You steady yourself by placing your hands on the wet skin of his back, still screaming his name.

                "I'll make you pay for this you meanie!" you shout, trying to contain your laughter and maintain a fake annoyance.

                "I was hoping you'd say that." He shouts back, laughing, before tossing you into the pool. You scream during your descent, but your voice is quickly muffled by the water. Louis dies laughing.

                "You okay?" he asks, still laughing, when your head pops out of the water.

                "Lucky for you, yes." You reply, partially miffed, partially giddy. "Give me a hand." You say, reaching out for him.

                "Oh, fine." He says, pretending to be annoyed, and reaches down to help you out. Instead of letting him haul you up, though, you forcibly pull back on his hand, making him loose his balance and fall into the water next to you.

                "How very dare you, you cheeky woman!" he yells after he finds his footing and tackles you in an underwater hug. After many bubbles and play fighting, you both surface and he corners you at the side of the pool.

                "You can't be mad because now we're even." You inform as he hovers closer.

                "You know, you're right." He says with a playful smirk, water dripping from his soaked fringe. "So instead of being mad, I think I'll just kiss you instead. Do you think that's a good option?" he asks with sass.

                "Hmm.. yes... I suppose so." You reply, pretending to think about it. He chuckles and begins to kiss you as he lifts you up to sit on the side of the pool. You bend down to continue kissing him as the water trails off your back. He pulls away, extending his arms and resting his hands on either side of your legs.

                "You are an incredible woman." He says, locking eyes with you, but giving you a playful smile. You grin and lean down to kiss him again, then give a small laugh.

                "Um, now is the part where you say how wonderful I am." He informs cheekily. You laugh.

                "Oh right. You're pretty wonderful, Louis Tomlinson." You laugh, your face close to his.

                "Do you really think so?" he asks sarcastically, his voice louder than before. You giggle. You love it when he makes a scene.

                "Yes. Yes I do." You grin and he chuckles as you slide into the pool in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think you're quite wonderful." You repeat as he buries his face in your neck, making you erupt into laughter.

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Zayn: "Vanilla or chocolate?" Zayn asks you as you peer into the glass pane encasing the many ice cream flavors.

"Are you kidding me? Moose tracks!" you exclaim excitedly. "With a waffle cone. In a cup. With a spoon. If it's not too much to ask." You add impishly, batting your eyelashes at Zayn. He playfully rolls his eyes.

"I'll just have chocolate in a regular cone eaten regularly." He informs the guy behind the counter. The guy gives a small laugh and fixes both of your orders.

"You're so high maintenance, you know that?" he grins at you.

"I prefer the term 'interesting.'" You reply, giggling. You both take your ice cream from the cashier and begin walking out of the quaint ice cream parlor.

                "Where do you want to go next?" Zayn asks as you loop your arm through his and take a big bite of your ice cream.

                "I don't care. We could even jus-aggh—agghhh brain freeze!" you say, putting your wrist to your head and pausing for a moment. "Eep.. eep.. okay.. okay it's gone." Zayn laughs at you.

                "It's a THING, okay?" you chide and it makes him laugh more.

                "You're crazy." He shakes his head. You smile. You love the fact that you can make him laugh so easily.

                "What I was going to say was, we could just walk around for a while. It's so pretty downtown and the weather is so nice." You finish, looking around happily. He eases his arm around your waist and licks his ice cream. After a moment, you hear shutters start to sound and you look at Zayn.

                "Is that—?" you ask, pausing in the middle of your question when you both hear rushing footsteps and turn around to see a small hoard of paparazzi running towards you.

                "Oh shoot." Zayn says and your stomach drops. He takes your hand and starts to pull you into a run, the paps close behind. "I hate this!" he half yells as you run along, trying to find a safe place to hide. Unfortunately, you trip on an unseen crack in the sidewalk and it sends you sprawling on the cement, ice cream splattering all over your dress. You quickly try to straighten your dress enough to be proper, even if you look ridiculous and embarrassing in every other way. Zayn whisperedly exclaims, "Babe!" when he realizes what's happening, but before he has time to help you up the paps are on top of your location and begin taking pictures. Zayn steps out in front of you.

                "Stop." He says forcibly, clearly angry. "Stop taking pictures right now. What kind of people are you, wanting to humiliate an innocent girl to thousands of people? What kind of sick pleasure do you get out of this? Maybe if you were respectful of us we'd have stopped to let you take some decent pictures. It's one thing to treat me like this, but it's entirely different to think you can treat my girlfriend the same way. It's not right, and you are miserable people for thinking it is." He rants, his voice loud and brimming with emotion. You slowly get up, trying to sweep off some of the ice cream and dirt and regain your composure.

                "Just wait till we show Joe! He's gonna flip over these pictures!" one of the paps says, clearly ignoring Zayn's speech. "These will look great in the rags. Can you imagine the headlines?" another answers.

                "You wouldn't dare." Zayn says slightly more quietly, in complete disbelief of the guys' insensitivity. You put your hand on his back.

                "Zayn, it's okay. They're not worth your time." You try to calm him down.

                "Yeah, man, we're not all like that. I don't intend to try to get those pictures published." One of the paps speaks up. "Guys, let's go. Give them some space. They're just trying to have a day out." He continues, trying to break up the pack. Zayn holds his ground, his jaw still clenched as a few more shutters go off before the paps begin to leave.

                "It's really fine, Zayn. It happens. A picture of me with ice cream all over my dress will not ruin my image. In fact, I already have that image. I am rather clumsy," you say, trying to make him smile. He looks down at you.

                "They've crossed the line too many times. I'm sick of it." He replies, "Especially when it has to do with you." He takes your hand and leads you on.

                "I understand. I know it's hard. And I appreciate it. But let's just forget about it for now, okay?" you smile. He sighs.

                "Okay. Why don't we go find you a new dress?" he asks, his eyes showing a bit more hope.

                "That sounds like a GREAT plan," you grin. "I really should have thanked those paps. Giving a girl an excuse to shop is always a noble action!" You laugh and he intertwines his fingers in yours.

                "I'm so thankful you handle all of these things so well, babe. I couldn't do it without you." He gives you a small smile. You stop walking and turn towards him.

                "To have you? It's worth it. So so worth it." You grin and give him a peck on the lips. "Now let's hurry up and find me a new dress so you can kiss me without ruining your clothes too." He pauses for a moment before pressing his body against yours, making the ice cream transfer onto his shirt as well.

                "Maybe I need an excuse to shop too." He says quietly near your face. You giggle and he kisses the sweet stickiness off the sides of your cheeks before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your knees weaken under his touch and you can't help but grin.

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Niall: "Are you sure you don't want any of this? It's way past dinner time." You call from the kitchen.

"Naw, I really want to finish this up first." Niall replies from the other room.

"Okay.." you say more quietly as you finish putting the food away and washing your dishes. You walk to the doorway of the den and lean on the door frame, still drying your hands on the towel from the kitchen. His concentration and dedication to his music is extremely attractive to you, and you can't wait to hear what he's been working on all day, so it's been hard to leave him alone to do his work. This time you can't help yourself.

"You know you're really sexy when you're writing music?" you say as you walk over to him and sit down on the couch. He looks over to you as he takes the pick out of his mouth and rests his arm on his guitar.

"Really?" he gives a cheeky grin.

"Yes." You reply, giving him a flirty look.

"Gosh it's good to hear you say that. So many people don't take me seriously." He replies.

You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?"

"I'm always labeled as 'the cute one.' People only see me that way." He replies matter-of-factly.

"Well, you are quite adorable as well, but when you're writing you are definitely sexy." You say and sidle up next to him. He grins again as you lean over his guitar and plant a kiss on his lips. He gives a small laugh and moves his guitar out of the way and leans it against the couch before pressing himself towards you and leaning you back on the couch. "I'm glad you.. think so." He says between deep kisses. You wrap your hands around the back of his head and pull him harder onto your lips. He moans very softly and stops to catch his breath, resting his forehead against yours. "I think you bring it out in me." He whispers. You smile, replying with a small kiss.

"Why don't you finish your song before we get too distracted." You suggest, giving him a wink.

"Too late." He grins, and chuckles.

"Well at least play me what you have?" you ask, genuinely wanting to hear his music.

"Mm.. might make you wait until the album comes out." He kids, and kisses you again.

"You wouldn't dare." You reply, returning his advances and giving a small laugh. "Please?" you gently ask.

"Alright." He says, stealing one more kiss before he picks up his guitar back up. You snuggle up to his side and wrap your arms around his torso as he begins plucking the strings.

"Now don't laugh." He says smiling, his look of concentration returning.

"Niall, honestly." You reply with a chuckle and rest your head on his shoulder while closing your eyes and listening to the sweetest voice bellowing out one of the most beautiful melodies you've ever heard.

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Liam:  "I'm home!" you call as you swing the door open and set down your load of groceries on the kitchen table. "Liam?" You call, hanging your purse on a chair at the table and tucking your keys away in the side pocket. "Liam, are you home?" you call again, receiving no reply. Your dog runs up in excitement and you bend down to ruffle the fur behind his ears. "Hey buddy! Where's your daddy? Where's your daddy at?" You ask in a silly voice before giving him another scratch on the neck and straightening up to look for Liam. After checking the living room, you peer through the window and spot him sprawled on the hammock outside. You smile to yourself and head for the back door.

                "Enjoying the sunshine?" you ask, sitting down beside him on the hammock. His eyes flutter open as you put your hand on his chest and lean down to kiss him. He smiles and kisses you back.

                "It's good to be home." He answers, sliding over a bit and helping you lay down beside him. "How was work?" He asks while he puts his arm around you.

                "It was fine. I just wish I didn't have to work when you're home. I should make sure that's in my contract next time." You smile and he laughs. You both stay silent for a minute or so, just happy to be soaking in the sun, listening to the birds, and enjoying the time together.

                "Do you know what I was just remembering.." Liam starts, breaking the silence.

                "What's that?" you half mumble into his chest.

                "That one time when I tickled you and you freaked out so badly you fell over the couch and tripped me into the tv cabinet." He says, laughter rising in his voice.

                "Oh dear Pluto, Liam, don't bring that up again!" You say, laughing in playful aggravation and gently shoving him. A laugh comes out of his mouth as he turns closer toward you.

                "I do so love a good tickle fight though."

                "You wouldn't dare." You reply, your eyes now open and glaring at him. "You KNOW I freak out!!" you say more loudly.

                "That's the best part!" he laughs and throws his hands towards you.

                "LIAMM!" you shriek and burst into a fit of giggles as he attacks you. The hammock rocks back and forth violently before you topple off into the grass, Liam not far behind.

                "Liam! You- you made me fall off!" You say between laughter. "STOOPP!!" you flail. He pins you down, but stops tickling you for a moment when your dog comes bounding up, clearly having heard your yelps.

                "Down boy, down." Liam laughs as he licks his face. "Go get your toy!" he calls and the dog runs off.

                "No! No!! Come back! Save me!!"  You cry, pretending to be in agony. Liam laughs and buries his face in your neck, lining your jaw with kisses, and sliding his hands up your side to tickle you again.

                "Stooop." You giggle and shove him off to the side. He collapses in the grass beside you as he lets out another laugh. You try to slow your breathing after having been laughing, tickled, and kissed repetitively for the last few minutes, which, turns out, is quite exhausting.

                "Yep. It's good to be home." He repeats, still giggling. You roll your eyes as you turn on your side, resting your head on your hand.

                "I suppose it's good to have you home." You say sarcastically.

                "You suppose?" he asks, raising his eyebrows, "Do you need another tickling session to prove it?"

                "No! No no no, no. What I meant to say was, 'Why yes, darling, it's the best thing in the world to have you home and I wouldn't have it any other way! You are the sun, the moon, and the stars!'" You reply at a higher pitch, trying not to giggle. Liam grins at you.

                "Now that's more like it." He says and you both laugh heartily.

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Harry: "We'll be back in a few hours." Your mum says as she puts on her coat. "Thanks for watching the girls." She says with a smile.

"Of course!" you reply, glancing at Harry, who also smiles and adds, "Stay out as long as you like."

"It's good to have you both home." She sighs happily before your dad ushers her out the door.

"We're going to be late!" He laughs as they leave.

"Bye!" you call and Harry happily sings a "See you later!"

After you had moved out, your parents had decided to open their home to foster children, two little girls of the ages of two and four, to be exact, and since then they had rarely had a night off. Because of this, you and Harry had decided to make it a point to visit every time he was home and watch the kids so your parents could have a much-deserved date night.

"Who's ready to party?!" Harry calls cheekily and your two younger siblings run towards him.

"Me me me me me!" the youngest calls, reaching her arms up to him as the older of the two wraps all of her limbs around his right leg. Harry scoops up the little one and begins to hobble around, pretending to be being attacked by the "monster" that has attached herself to his leg. The girls both giggle ferociously as Harry showers them in tickles.

"Stop it!! Stop it Uncle Hazzah!!" the older one shrieks.  "Haddah haddah!" the little one yells, trying to imitate her big sister. You laugh at the scene and put your hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Now, don't torture the children, Uncle Hazzah." You say, pretending to be serious, but smiling at the end. He laughs and brings you down beside them, tickling you as well. You laugh.

"What would you ladies like to do tonight?" he asks, sitting back on his heels. The four year old jumps in his lap.

"MAKEOVERS!!" she yells giddily.

"Mack-ohbuhs!" the two year old joins in.

"Makeovers? But I'm a boy!" Harry replies, his voice cracking. You almost die at how adorable he is with your little sisters.

"That's okay. We'll make you pretty." The older one comforts him, patting his back. You die laughing.

"GOOD. He does need some help, doesn't he?" You continue while Harry glares at you.

"Whaat??" he asks in his usual adorable Harry way.

"Don't worry, it'll be painless." Your younger sister says as she begins dragging Harry up the stairs.

"Pain-ness." The younger adds and gets up to follow them. You laugh.

"Where do they even hear this stuff?" Harry calls over his shoulder as he laughs and follows her up the stairs. You start to go with them, but your sister shrieks.

"NO!! It's going to be a surprise!! You have to stay down here until were dooooonnnee." She says, doing a little kid whine at the end. You smile.

"Okay. I'm sure you two will take good care of him." You reply giving Harry a wink.

"Help me!" he mouths and you just cackle.

A little while later, after hearing many giggles and hilarious comments ("MORE LIPSTICK!" "Yeahh, more liplip!" "MORE lipstick??"), you hear a series of thudding footsteps coming down the stairs. You whip out your phone and prepare to take video and pictures. Out from around the corner comes a very done up Harry wearing several items of the girl's dress up collection—a tutu, plastic princess heals, a bridal veil, and a LOT of jewelry, including clip on earrings. His face is covered in misused makeup- purple eyeshadow as blush, bright red lipstick nearly everywhere BUT on his lips, and crazy drawings done with eye liner all over his forehead. Not to mention the many pigtails and barrettes donned in his hair. You fall over in laughter as he strikes one of his many "cupcake"