Harry: “We should just move here,” Harry murmurs lazily, staring up at you from his beach chair, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the warmth of the sun. “No paparazzi following me about. No one harassing you, what more could you want?” You laugh at Harry, standing above him, bright pink towel wrapped around your body. You and Harry – more Harry’s idea then your own – had decided to take a trip away to Greece and were currently enjoying some time together on one of the beaches. “You’d last a month before you got home sick, Harold,” you shake your head. “Why are you always right?” He rubs a hand through his curls. “Can’t help it,” you flip your hair with a smirk before tossing your towel aside, ready to lie next to your boyfriend and relax. Harry immediately lifts his sunglasses up just past his eyes, mouth wide open when he gets a look at you. “And when did we buy this?” He looks you up and down. “Why?” You pout. “You don’t like it?” You spin around playfully, knowing full well that he did. “Mm, baby, don’t do that,” Harry groans, “not here. You’ll kill me.” You laugh at him, taking the seat next to him and letting your head fall back with your eyes closed, sunglasses on too. “Smile for me, darling,” Harry calls from beside, and you look over at him, his phone in hand. “Harry,” you slap his hand. “What? Let everyone see how pretty you look,” he pleads. You roll your eyes when Harry holds his phone back up before pouting dramatically as he snaps a photo. “Perfect,” he laughs, posting yet another photo of you to Instagram, the caption reading ‘Most beautiful girl in the world… stagram?’
Niall: The day had started off as a hot one, and you immediately regret coming to Niall’s sound check in a thick jumper with nothing underneath to replace it with. “Babe, you’re all red,” Niall laughs as you take a sip of water, attempting to cool down. “I know, ugh, this heat is ridiculous,” you fan yourself. “Come on then, let me get you something,” he grabs your hand and guides you to his dressing room, rummaging through his things. “This alright?” He holds up a tank top. “Yes, give it here,” you say immediately, practically snatching it out of his hands and the minute you put it on you cool down. “Thanks babe,” you kiss him. “Give us a twirl then,” Niall grins, holding your hand and spinning you around. “How is it that you make boy’s clothes look ridiculously hot?” He asks. You laugh, hands around his neck in a hug before snatching his red snapback. “How do I look now?” You turn the hat on its side. “Hot,” he smirks, “let me get a photo.” You smile widely, giving him two thumbs up, letting your boyfriend post it to Twitter. It’s not until later that you see all the retweets and favourites, and Niall’s caption that sends you blushing: ‘My gorgeous girl rockin my snapback better than I ever could ! looking hot as usual ha ha.’
Zayn: “And what have we got here?” Zayn smiles, entering the bedroom. You two had just moved in together and had decided on painting your bedroom a nice cream colour. “Did you forget that the paint goes on the wall and not your face, love?” He smirks, pecking you on the lips. “Shh you,” you scold, “I’ll get paint in your hair and I won’t feel bad about it.” “Is that a threat?” Zayn asks, and you look up at him to see he’s got a paint brush in his hand too, looking as if he’s willing to fight just as dirty as you. “You don’t wanna do that,” you take a step back. “I’ll break your Xbox,” you threaten. But Zayn doesn’t care; instead he pulls you close to him, bringing down the brush to paint on your cheeks. “Zayn!” You squeal. “Why?! What have I ever done to you?” You cry out dramatically. “You look cute, babe,” he sulks, “Can I take a picture?” He questions, phone already out. “You’ll do it whether I agree or not, so hurry up and get it over with,” you roll your eyes. “Smile for me, baby,” Zayn laughs when he sees your glum face covered in paint. You shake your head, instead frowning some more which Zayn finds hilarious. “You look adorable,” he smiles, his caption reading ‘Poor baby :( looks as cute as always though aha !”
Louis: “Louis, you have a problem,” you toss your head back with a laugh, Louis’ hands tight around your waist as he sits up on the hood of his car. “What’s wrong with this? No one will see us.” He pouts. “So?” You raise an eyebrow, hands on Louis’ chest. “Can we at least kiss then?” He makes his lips tremble. “Please, (Y/N), I’d surely die without your lips on mine so-” You cut him off, letting his tongue into your mouth with a giggle. You make out on the car some more, Louis’ hands gently grazing whatever skin he would find, before he turns to look at the view behind you. “Ah, look at that,” he nods at the sunset, “almost as pretty as you,” he smirks. “Gee, that was cheesy,” you say dryly, pretending to not be impressed when really, Louis giving you compliments still gives you butterflies. “How about a nice portrait of the lovely couple then?” Louis asks and you agree, your boyfriend helping you down from his car. You stand together closely, Louis holding out his phone to get a photo with the gorgeous orange and red background. You’re both smiling when Louis quickly changes position and kisses you on the cheek, the photo capturing you mid laugh. “You look beautiful when you’re laughing,” Louis smiles down at the photo, leaving a caption on Twitter that says, “Nothing like a beautiful view with an even more beautiful girl! Love you (@yourtwittername)!’
Liam: “I swear whenever I fly over time goes faster,” you sigh, chin in your hand. “Aw, baby,” Liam coos, “I know, I don’t want you leaving already either. I swear it hasn’t been a week,” Liam mutters. He was in the middle of his tour when he had flown you over to spend some time with him, the days going crazy quick. “I hate school. Don’t make me go back to school,” you pout at your boyfriend on his bed, halfway through packing before the sadness kicked in about being away from Liam again. “I wish you didn’t have to go baby,” he laughs, tossing the shirt he was just folding up on the bed beside you, “but you go back to school like a good girl, hey? It’ll go quick… I hope it goes by quick,” Liam groans, lying down next to you, his hand grabbing your much smaller one. He brings it to his lips and kisses your hand, making you giggle and Liam laughs at the sound, pulling out his iPhone with his other hand. “What are you doing?” You ask, but he doesn’t reply, rather he takes a photo of your hands together in one tight clasp, tweeting it for all to see. You see the caption on your way home which makes it even sadder to be leaving Liam, the tweet saying, “Not too happy about my girl leaving againnnnn ! ) Gonna miss you baby and stay safeeee. Love you xxx’

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