Liam:
You adjusted yourself on the park bench he had just set you on, embarrassed beyond belief. Leave it up to your feet to ruin a nice evening out.
You winced in pain as he cautiously placed a hand on your ankle. "Sorry..." Liam mumbled, lifting it up a little higher. "I think you may have sprained it..." he looked up at you, worry in his eyes.
"Wouldn't surprise me..." you sighed. You were starting to get used to the idea of being a walking hazard.
"Don't worry though," he smiled, placing his hands a little higher up on your ankle. "We'll get you fixed up in no time." His grin was contagious. "Hold on just a second... there's a store right over there..." he quickly got up, jogging across the street.
He was back in no time, supplies in hand. He took out a wrap and quickly got to work, slowly prepping your ankle and placing the cloth near the top. You watched him work. "Thank you," you said, almost as an apology. "If it wasn't for your expertise I'd probably be at the bottom of a river or something by now."
"I don't think you'd wind up in THAT dire of a situation," he chuckled. "...unless you have the mafia after you or something." He paused again. "Do you have something you need to tell me?" He certainly had a way to lighten the mood. You assured him you didn't, trying hard not to laugh too hysterically. "But really," he smiled again, the warmth reaching his face, "I've just had lots of practice."
"I seriously doubt you're as clumsy as I am."
He laughed. "Maybe not me... but Niall might be." You giggled, trying to remember the last time you saw him without him stumbling. "Between him and singing practice, I'd say I'm well on my way to making a career out of it." He grinned at you, finally finishing up.
You smiled back, looking into his eyes. He was so caring and warm. He took a hold of your ankle, kissing the part he just covered up. "Better?" he smiled.
The corners of your mouth lifted up automatically. You nodded. He lowered your foot to the ground, careful not to bump it and slowly, he brought his face up closer to yours. He paused, just before his lips touched yours and your intake of breath was audible. He smiled, closing the gap.
"Better?" he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. You left your eyes shut, but nodded, biting your bottom lip.
"Much..."
He chuckled. "Good," and once again his lips were silencing yours.
Harry:
The two of you had gone out for a walk since the weather was beautiful. You smiled as your hands swung together. He grinned at you, and you had to catch your breath a little each time his eye smile made an appearance. The two of you took a seat on the park bench nearby, prepared to watch the sun set.
"You know what we need?" he said all of a sudden, jumping up in excitement. You giggled at his expression, he looked a little too thrilled.
"Hmmm?"
"A Picture!" he smiled, taking out his cell phone.
You laughed, watching him check his hair before getting the camera ready. "But we just took one--"
"But now you're a whole two days older!" he argued. "You're a whole 48 hours prettier!" He held out the phone for a prime view, not allowing any further arguments. "Ready?"
You weren't sure if you should do it. You were considering something, but you were still debating about t when the camera sounded. His expression was weird as he looked it over, and oddly enough he demanded another. Amazingly, he looked even more energetic this time.
