I tugged the camouflage jumpsuit up my body, slipping my arms in then buttoning it up at the front. We were stood in the middle of a wood, the tall trees swaying in the wind. I turned to our group, which was made up of the girlfriends.

"Right, so I don't really have a plan of action. Just aim and fire I guess." Bonnie instructed.

Her lack of leadership caused giggles to erupt round the circle. I continued to laugh as I took in my friends' appearances. The horrible all-in-one attire vastly different from how they would dress normally. I was interrupted when I felt a large hand squeeze my bum, instantly knowing it was Harry. Sharply turning I was faced with him grinning widely.

"Go away Styles, we're discussing tactics."

"Right." He replied sarcastically. "Don't worry Ted, we'll go easy on you girls."

Harry smirked before winking at me, his paintball gun held tightly in his hand.

"You're the ones that should be worried." I poked him in the chest with my finger.

He laughed at my attempt at fighting talk, I was never very good at it.

"We'll see."

He nodded at the girls before strolling over to the boys group. Zayn and Liam stepped to the side allowing him into their little huddle. It all looked very professional. I urgently turned round, including myself in the circle again.

"Shit, they're going to murder us." I gushed.

I raised my head, looking at Zoe as she spoke opposite me.

"N-no, they won't. We just have to try and stay calm."

***

We lifted our masks up, rearranging ourselves for a photo. I couldn't help but laugh as our pose resembled something out of Charlie's Angels. The camera flashed as we held bright smiles on our faces.

"Come on, move aside." Louis ushered us out the way.

He playfully nudged Bonnie into moving forward. She shot him a glare before he leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

"Louis." She laughed, batting him away with her hand.

Niall kissed Michelle on the cheek as she wandered past him. Her face held a hint of pink as she stood beside me. The guys looked more comfortable in their camouflage, the outfits more appropriate for their frames. I glanced at Harry, who winked at me before striking a James Bond pose to match the other boys. The bright flash went off just as Liam pushed Louis' mask down.

"Oi!"

Louis turned to Liam, poking him in the chest with the end of the paintball gun. Completely ignoring the little argument, Harry strolled over to me, some curls sticking out from his pushed up mask.

"We're gunna win." He stated with a grin on his face.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Styles." I peered round his body to the two boys now rolling round on the floor.

"Looks like you already have a bit of trouble in your ranks."

I nodded in the direction of the playful wrestling. Bonnie and Zoe were trying to break up the scuffle.

"That's nothing." Harry brushed off the comment. "We'd still beat you anyway."

I rolled my eyes shaking my head, I was about to turn when he caught hold of my wrist. Harry pulled me flush against the front of his body before he leaned down, rubbing his nose to mine. I smiled, softly kissing him on the lips.

"Is that your gun, or are you just pleased to see me?" I whispered, leaning up to his ear.

Harry deeply laughed before pulling away.

"See you on the battlefield, Love."

I watched him walk away and over to the other boys. Zayn quickly kissed Parissa before jogging to the rest of his team.

"Right, girls you are going out first, then we'll let the boys in." A large man instructed.

"We're not playing elimination, but simply which team has the most hits at the end of the game. Got it?"

We all nodded before pulling down our masks, the girls and I walking over to the starting point.

***

"FIRE AT WILL!" A male voice bellowed.

"Will, who the hell is Will?" Michelle spoke frantically.

I shook my head.

"No, it means..."

Just as I was about to explain, a member of the other team came tearing round the corner. I would recognise Niall's panicked run anywhere. We soon found out why as Bonnie chased him down, shooting him in the shoulder twice before bolting off behind a tree. Zayn quickly came to the blonde's rescue, helping him up from the ground. My eyes widened when their heads turned in our direction.

"Move, MOVE!" I ushered Michelle from our now blown hiding place. But we weren't fast enough. I sustained a blue paintball to the lower back, making me wince. Michelle shrieked, clutching her hip as I grabbed her hand tugging her through the trees.

I let go of her when we reached the small brick wall, Michelle running round the side to crouch behind it. Unfortunately I didn't have the time, so instead I urgently climbed over the barrier. We were greeted by the other three girls. Parissa nodded at me.

"Zayn and Niall." I informed her.

I saw her smile behind her mask before she shouted.

"Now!"

We all shot up from behind the barrier, firing at the two very surprised boys. They took multiple hits each before lunging behind trees. Parissa and I high fived then crouched back behind our barrier again. Numerous blue splats covered our outfits. A few girls even having them on their masks.

"What happened?" I asked.

I looked down the line of girls.

"Lou, Haz and Liam cornered us, we barely made it here alive!" Zoe spoke.

"Where are they now?"  My vision darted from tree to tree.

"We don't know." Bonnie replied.

I urgently glanced round into the dense forest behind us. Knowing the guys, they would have already discovered where we were hiding. Louis' tactics and leadership vastly outweighing Bonnie's weak "aim and fire" strategy.

My head darted to the right, something catching my eye through the trees. Whatever it was stayed hidden, obviously knowing it had been seen.

"Shit."

I gripped Parissa's forearm, nodding my head in the direction of the movement. She frowned at me shaking her head when nothing happened. Seconds later a twig snapped.

"Go, go, go!"

We scrabbled up as the five guys burst through the trees. Niall and Zayn must have reconvened with the other three after we nailed them with red paintballs. It was all a bit of a blur but I could distinctly hear what sounded like Louis shout "FOR NARNIA!" before showering us in fire.

Michelle stood boldly in front of the enemy.

"Niall, pull that trigger and I will never do that "thing" you like, ever again." She threatened.

We laughed as Niall lowered his weapon looking like child being told off. The giggling was cut short when we realised Michelle's threat didn't include the other guys.

Our team unintentionally dispersed as the boys ambushed us. I took off in a sprint through the trees. My eyes widened as a blue paintball hit a tree trunk in front of me a little to my right. I continued to run, swinging my gun round as I blindly shot behind me. A male groan sounded and I smiled, knowing I had hit my target. Momentarily glancing back, I knew it was Harry. His tall figure abruptly stopped, steadying himself to take better aim. My vision twisted forward again, urgently trying to increase the distance between us.

I shrieked out of shock, my free hand cupping my bum. He shot me in the arse, in the arse!

"Bullseye!"  Harry called out.

"I'm going to kill you, Styles!"

My legs started to ache as my pace slowed. The air I was drawing in, unable to satisfy my needs. I started to panic as the edge of the boundary to the paintballing site neared. My breath came in gasps, frantically looking for a way out. I turned to see the tall figure weave through the trees.

I was cornered. Harry stood about 20 feet away from me, his gun held tightly in his right hand. His other rested on his knee as he bent over slightly, regaining his breath. Harry raised his head in my direction, standing to his full, looming height. Red splats dotted his camouflage, confirming he had taken a number of hits from our team.

"I never knew you could run so fast." He shouted, jokingly.

To be honest it was a bit of a surprise to me too. I guess you only really know what you're capable of, when your other half chases you through a forest with a paintball gun.

"I'm sorry, Ted. I didn't want to have to do this." I could almost see the cheeky smirk on his face.

My vision darted to a spot over his shoulder. Parissa frantically mouthed "Shoot him." as she pointed to Harry. I swiftly raised my gun, pulling the trigger. The red paintball caught his hip before he fell to his knees. I jogged over to him, my fingers pulling up his mask.

"Too much talk, Honey." I teased before kissing him on the cheek and running off.

***

I burst through our front door, Harry trailing behind me.

"Champions!" I yelled, pumping my fist into the air.

I turned round to him as he shut the door. He batted my hand away as I teasingly ruffled his dark curls.

"I'm telling you they had to have made a mistake." He grumbled.

After Harry and I's little standoff, the game went downhill for the guys. It may have been because the other girls followed in Michelle's example, threating their men with what they would or wouldn't do when they got home. But that was irrelevant, the girls' team still won!

"Aww, don't be like that, Haz."

He groaned at me, as he brushed past down the hallway. I short while later I had begrudgingly been forgiven.

We both stood in front of the bathroom mirror, laughing, checking out each other's battle wounds. Harry pulled up the sleeve of his t shirt to reveal a paintball shaped bruise on his bicep. I poked it, making him cry out.

"That hurt!" Harry joked.

"Not as much as the one on my bum." I retaliated. "I don't think I'll be able to sit down for a while." I laughed.

Harry grinned at me before tugging his t shirt off. Dark curls flopped back over his forehead as he dropped the clothing to the floor. My eyes fell to his chest. A number of small bruises dotted his tanned skin as well as a few heavier ones.

"Ouch." I spoke, taking in his torso.

My fingers reached up, the tips skimming along his collar bones before circling a particular dark paintball imprint on the right of his chest. Harry deeply laughed as I tickled down over the defined lines on his stomach. I lingered at the top of his jeans, my focus being drawn to another dark mark on his left hip. I glanced up at his face, dark ringlets flopped over his forehead as he focused on my touch. Harry tensed as I slowly released his belt, pulling it undone and popping the button. It was enough for me to gently ease the clothing from the injured spot. I traced the v lines that disappeared into his black boxers. My fingers carefully wigging into the elastic on Harry's hip, pulling it down slightly to reveal the full extent of the dark bruising.

 "Sorry Haz." I apologised. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really."

His curls ruffling as he shook his head.

"Oh, well I was going to kiss it be.."

"It hurts." Harry interrupted, making me smile. "A lot."

I giggled before lowering my head to the purple mark brandishing his hip. My lips placed soft kisses to the skin in hopes of soothing the injury I had caused earlier. I continued until Harry cupped my chin in his large hand, guiding me back up. Long fingers travelled to the hem on my top before it was pulled over my head. Harry's green orbs left my face and travelled down my torso. I couldn't help but wince as the rough tips of his fingers glided over the bruise on my ribs. My body had sustained numerous paintball hits during our battle, each one leaving a mark on my skin. Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on carefully tracing the darkened spots. Suddenly his actions ceased, he gripped my hand and tugged me into the bedroom.

Once inside he closed the door behind us. He turned to me, skimming his touch down my sides before undoing the button on my jeans and pulling the zip down. I was aided in taking them off, Harry's hands smoothly sliding down my legs, where he found a few more dark circles. Stepping out of the clothing, I reached for the top of his jeans, finishing the job I had started earlier. A sigh fell from my lips as Harry's mouth pressed open mouthed kisses to my shoulder. I shoved his jeans down his legs which he clumsily stumbled over. 

I laughed as he brought his face back to me. Harry sweetly rubbed his nose against mine before moving round me and jumping on to the bed. I continued to giggle as I watched him wiggle back, propping himself up at the top of the bed. His back leant against the headboard as he waited for me to join him. Harry's flirty gaze travelled up and down my body before I climbed onto the bottom of the bed.  I crawled up the duvet to him. A cheeky smile plastered across his face as he attempted to move towards me, but I didn't let him. I quickly brought my knee over his legs, sitting down on his lap. My fingers caught his wrists when he reached out for me.

"Uh, uh." I shook my head playfully.

Harry's strength was superior to mine, he could have pushed me off, but he allowed me to take control. His eyes held a mischievous glint as I released his left wrist. Placing his free hand on my thigh, Harry watched as I curiously slid my fingertips over his palm. I pressed mine to his. The span of his large hand made mine look tiny in comparison. He intently observed me as I tilted our connected palms one way then the other. Harry's long fingers then entwined with mine. I smiled as he brought them up to his mouth. A soft kiss was pressed to the back of my hand as his green eyes locked with my own.

He brought our hands down to rest on his leg as he leant forward. My lips tingled as he mouth pressed to mine. The kiss was playful, I tugged on Harry's plump bottom lip before pulling away. A grin spread across his face, dimples prominent in his cheeks as he neared my mouth again only for me to teasingly move back. His second attempt brushed my lips momentarily.

I shrieked, falling backwards onto the duvet as Harry hovered over me. He deeply laughed, knowing full well he had me trapped beneath him. His lips hastily pressed to mine leaving a wet kiss on my mouth. My hands caught hold of his biceps, digging my fingertips into the skin.

"Argh." Harry winced pulling away.

I immediately released my hold, completely forgetting about the dark bruise that marked his skin.

"Sorry." I anxiously spoke.

He smiled down at me.

"It's alright."

Harry was quick to continue his actions, his nose brushing my cheek before nudging my head to the side. I whimpered as he began to suck on the warm skin of my neck. My lashes fluttered with the sensation before he swiftly gripped my forearms tugging me up to him.

"Ow, ow, ow." I gushed quickly.

His fingers left my skin as I tried to locate the bruise on my arm. Harry's mouth made an "o" shape when he realised what he had done. Almost instantly warm lips showered my injury.

"Sorry." He mumbled against my skin.

I squeezed his hand letting him know it was fine. Harry's smile became visible again, before he dotted random, wet kisses all over my face. My fingers slid into his hair as I wriggled under his touch.

"Haz." I laughed, attempting to push him away.

He looked a little surprised when his back was forced to the duvet. I straddled his lap, fingertips pressing into his strong shoulders, supporting my weight on him as he cheekily slid his hands round to squeeze my bum. I couldn't help but laugh as we winced in unison. I hadn't even noticed the bruise on his shoulder, but I was quickly forgiven when I moved forward to kiss it better.

I didn't understand what was going on as Harry gently pushed me off, rolling me onto my front.

"Harry?"

His fingers looped into the top of my lace underwear, pulling them down over the curve of my bottom. A sharp intake a breath was heard as I curiously turned my head to the side, attempting to see his face.

"Is it that bad?" I enquired.

His fingers gently prodded the area high on my left cheek. I flinched at the contact, eyes tightly closed.

"Ow." I spoke quietly.

"Teddy, I'm sorry." Harry mumbled.

His hot breath fanned over my lower back, the warmth soothing. Light kisses sprinkled the damaged skin before I felt his fingers trail over my bottom. The lace was pulled down my thighs, past my knees and then thrown to the floor. Still sprawled out on my front, Harry unclasped my bra. I giggled as he nudged me over to my back; staring up at him, the straps hastily tugged down my arms.

Full lips came down to my ear.

"So beautiful." His raspy tone whispered.

Harry's face stayed in the crook of my neck, dabbing hot kisses to the skin. It surprised me when his fingers touched over me. I gasped, Harry's thumb gently rubbing my most sensitive spot. His chest vibrated in a chuckle at my reaction.

I fisted his curls between my fingers as he slowly eased his index into me. My breathing became short and uneven. Harry moved, his face hovering over mine. No matter how many times we made love, I got the impression Harry still couldn't believe his touch would have this sort of effect on me.

I struggled to breathe under him as he slowly pumped his finger in and out. His eyes were fixed on my face, my hips rocking up to his hand. Before the heat could rise in my stomach Harry swirled his finger round once more before removing it.

"I want you." His husky voice spoke.

Urgently, my fingers slid into the sides of his boxers before unsuccessfully attempting to shove them down with my feet.

"Ow." Harry laughed as I caught yet another sore patch on his leg.

"S-sorry." I stuttered.

Harry finished removing his last piece of clothing, his lips landing on mine in a forceful kiss. A large hand fell between us, guiding himself towards my entrance. We held eye contact as Harry gently pushed in, eliciting a whimper from my mouth. He brought his weight down onto his elbows, our chests touching as shallow breath forced out between us.

"Move, please." I quietly begged.

Harry smirked, slowly thrusting in. My arms wrapped round his neck, urgently wanting him closer. He left a wet trail of kisses along my jaw; his curls brushed my cheek as soft lips moved down my neck. Harry's hips kept a steady, slow rhythm before mine came up to meet his.

"Oh god." His raspy voice strained.

The feeling of Harry was so familiar, but somehow every time he would leave me breathless, fighting for air. My mouth connected to the skin where his jaw met his neck, I sucked lightly before gripping his shoulders, rolling us over.

"Sorry, sorry." I hurriedly spoke.

His wince telling me I had pressed too hard to into the damaged skin on his shoulder. Harry deeply laughed, his hands falling to my hips, helping me move against him. I leaned over him, our lips touching in a passionate kiss. My eyes travelled down from his beautiful face, grazing his torso. Long, dark hair fanned out over his chest as I lowered my head to a dark mark. Lightly pressing my lips to the paintball impact I moved up to his collar bones, nibbling on the taut skin.

Our hips continued to move as Harry's hand slid round my lower back.

"Shoot." I gasped.

His rough fingertips unintentionally causing pain where I sustained a hit. Harry immediately withdrew his hands, now not sure where to place them. He grinned up at me as I giggled. I took hold of his large hands, placing them on my waist, reassuring him that was a safe spot.

A gasp escaped my lips as I was rolled beneath Harry, my head hitting the pillow. My fingers reached up, playfully tugging on his curls. His dimpled smile disappeared when I rotated my hips slightly, Harry's head falling onto my shoulder. He responded by thrusting deeper.

"Teddy." He breathily spoke against my skin.

Strong arms were placed either side of my head, I watched them flex as he held his weight above me. Harry swiftly caught hold of the back of my knee, pulling it up to rest on his hip. I anxiously watched his face as his eyes squeezed closed.

"Shit." He cursed. "It'll have to be the other side."

The heat of the situation made it difficult to keep track of where each other's injuries were. We both laughed as I wrapped my other leg round his unscathed side. The new angle made me quietly moan. I opened my eyes to see Harry intently watching me. Small beads of sweat were forming on his brow, dark curls sticking to his forehead. He hummed as I brushed them back, my fingertips then pressing into the nape of his neck.

"Are you nearly there?" He panted.

I gave him a small nod, that was all he needed. My back arched up to him, as Harry's thumb gently rubbed over my clit. Tingling spread throughout my body as I struggled to breath. My head rolled to the side of the pillow, my eyes clamping shut.

"Teddy, look at me." Harry begged quietly.

I forced myself to focus back on his face, whimpering as he deepened his thrusts. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body. My toes curled as Harry continued his movements. A throaty groan was emitted above me. His mouth fell agape as my muscles tighten round him. It was enough to tip him over the edge. I watched him reach his peak as I came down from mine. Numerous profanities tumbled from his parted lips, his thrusts becoming irregular as I felt his warmth release inside me.

Harry reciprocated my smile, his forehead resting on mine as our chests rose and fell heavily. I pressed a light kiss to his lips before he rolled off me. Turning my head to the side I found him sprawled out on the sheets, exhausted. Harry's arms reached out for me, and I was only too happy to comply. I rested my head on his clammy chest, listening to the strong thump of his heartbeat.

"I love you." Harry spoke. "But just so you know, we are definitely having a rematch."

I laughed, squeezing his large hand.

"Game on, Styles."