Harry: "Are you sure you can light a fire?" Harry watches you quizzically as you try to strike a match on the matchbox for the sixth time. "Don't doubt me," you reply, striking the match once more. "Let me help you," he offers, reaching out for the matches. Just as he does, the match catches and lights on fire. Unfortunately, the fire catches on one of Harry's curls! "HOLY SHIT!" you yell, tossing your Coca Cola on his hair to stop the fire. Harry shakes his head and examines the burnt strand of hair. "So my girlfriend lit my hair on fire and then threw soda in my face," he says, slightly amused. "You burnt one of my curls." You nod, biting back a laugh. "Half of the teenage girl population will probably cry over the loss," you sniff, putting out the match, bursting into laughter. He laughs and digs out his phone, handing it to you. "Instagram this moment? I have to tell the world not to let you use matches or any fire hazards ever again," he teases, holding his burnt curl and frowning at the camera. You snap the photo and click around on his phone. "Look! I used the 'toaster' effect. Ironic," you smile, waving the phone and passing it to him. He rolls his eyes and tweets the picture. "We still don't have a fire," he realizes, staring at the pile of wood. "How about we go back home instead? I don't like outside," you shrug. "Good thing you suggested camping," he laughs, packing up the sleeping bags and all the camping stuff anyway.
Zayn: "Wow, when you were literally holding a hammer the wrong way for the Teen Choice Award video you weren't kidding," you snort, watching with amusement as Zayn tries to pitch a tent. He looks up at you and sighs, tossing the hammer on the dirt. "Well, the instructions make it look way easier than it actually is, it's hard. "Give me the hammer, pretty boy," you order, sitting up and dusting dirt from your jeans. "I don't want you to hurt yourse-" he protests, but you grab the hammer anyway. In ten minutes flat the whole tent is perfectly pitched and standing firmly. "How the..." Zayn muses, watching you with interest. "There's clearly a bad ass side of you that knows how to use a hammer." You laugh and open the flap to the tent, climbing inside. "Come on in the tent that I pitched," you drawl with a cheeky grin. "And maybe I'll show the rest of my bad ass side."
Niall: "This is literally disgusting," you laugh, wishing you'd thought to bring napkins You two had been making s'mores for the past hour and were covered in sticky marshmallow and melted chocolate. Both you and Niall had gone an impromptu camping trip and all you'd really brought was a sleeping bag, a lighter and things for making s'mores. "Not disgusting, delicious," Niall laughs, popping another marshmallow into his mouth. "But I'm all sticky from marshmallows and ewww," you whine, frowning. "You've also got chocolate on your cheek," he grins, leaning over and licking it off. "You've got marshmallow on your lip," you counter, raising an eyebrow and kissing it off. "You've got--screw that, we both know how this is going to end," he grins, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours.
Liam: You lean against Liam's chest and yawn sleepily, loving how peaceful and snuggly the tent was with just you and him and a couple of blankets. "This is nice," he sighs, running his hand through your hair, his other arm draped around your waist. Suddenly, a rustling noise comes from outside and you jump. "Li! What was that?" you whisper quietly. "Shh, it's probably just the wind, don't worry," he soothes, pulling you closer and squeezing your hand. A few moments later leaves rustle again--this time from right outside the tent. "Li! What if it's a bear?" He grabs a flash light and moves to the door of the tent. "I'll go check it out, I won't let whatever it is hurt you, okay?" he whispers, unzipping the tent and peering outside. "Awww! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Look!" he says suddenly, motioning for you to come over. Confused, you lean over and follow his gaze. "It's not a bear, it's a bunny!" And a super cute bunny it is! "Oh my GOD it's literally the cutest thing ever," you squeal, watching it's tiny nose twitch. "No, you're the cutest thing ever," Liam counters. "You're so corny, Li," you tease, leaning against his shoulder. "But you love me anyway?"
Louis: "And then the murderer climbed into the window," Louis whispers, shining the flashlight on his face creepily. You nod slowly, engrossed in the terrifying ghost story he'd been telling. He'd decided that camping isn't fun without ghost stories (even though you hated them) and you'd reluctantly decided to listen. "And then what?" you ask anxiously, grabbing his arm. "And then the murderer sees the girl and he raises the knife..." Louis breathes hauntingly. "AND HE CUTS OFF HER DRESS BECAUSE IT WAS SO LAST SEASON AND NOT HER COLOR!" he shouts, you scream then burst into laughter. "Lou! You ass hole! I thought he was going to kill her!" you snort, grabbing the flashlight and lightly tapping him on the head with it. "But you don't like ghost stories, so alternate ending," he smiles, glad to hear you laughing. "You're too much," you sigh, leaning back onto his chest. "I love you." He rests his chin atop your head and smiles. "Love you, too."
