Summer Nights:

Niall:

You watched Niall holding the spatula in one hand, flipping burgers on the grill. Pint in the other. So relaxed. Laughing with your guys friends, while softly rocking along to the beat coming out of the old, dusty, boombox sitting on the corner of your deck. “(Y/N).” Danielle said. “Oh sorry. What?” All the girls sitting with you started giggling. “Niall more interesting?” El teased. “Umm. No. I was just thinking, and I guess my gaze fell on him.” You said, trying your best to make it sound like the truth. “Please. Girl, you are head over heels for that boy. Go for it!” Perrie said. Soon, all the girlfriends, the girls of Little Mix, and some other close girlfriends of yours were all yelling “Go! Go! Go!” at you. All the boys looked at you girls all confused. Luckily, you had your beer sitting right there, and chugged it, pretending that was what the commotion was all about. You heard Louis say to Niall, “You’re right. Go for it.”

Harry:

You guys lay on the small hill. You tucked in Harry’s arm, staring at the sky. You spent all night pointing out different constellations. “Alright, you see that star right there. To the left of the Big Dipper?” He said pointing at the star. You nodded. “It’s yours.” He said. “What is that supposed to mean?” You looked up at him. “I bought that star, for you. It’s yours.” You were in shock. “Really? Thank you. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “Hey, Harry?” you said, sitting up. “Yeah?” He said, sitting up next to you. “I know this isn’t normal, and it’s kind of early. But I love you. I love you, Harry.” You said, scared to look at him. “Good, because I fell in love with you long ago, I was too afraid to tell you.” You felt a smile spread across your face. “I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

Louis:

The ball sailed down the field. Liam and Harry chased Louis down the field, right towards you. You were doing your best to prepare for the incoming ball, but you knew it would get past you with Louis’ football skills. You and the boys were playing 3-on-3 while all the girls sat, drinking dirty Arnold Palmers and watching the game lay out. Liam had gotten the ball away from Louis, and had started taken it down field. You saw the girls whispering to each other, and pointing at you. You smiled and waved, but they rolled their eyes at you. They started talking a lot louder, so you could hear. “She’s so unladylike.” “She is always wearing t-shirts and jerseys, I bet it’s to cover up her big body.” “She’s like a man.” You called Harry over, and told him to cover. You said you needed to go to the bathroom real fast. You ran inside your and Louis flat, rushing into your bedroom. You real fast hopped in the shower, and threw on a bra and underwear, suddenly realizing even how non-girly your undergarments were. And how much bigger your stomach was, compared to the other girls. You heard the boys outside starting to grill burgers for dinner. So you put on your cutest summer dress, and makeup. You quickly crimped your hair with your straightener, and headed outside. You realized you needed shoes, and quickly threw on your black converse because they matched your dress. You walked up to Louis at the grill, ignoring the girls looks. “Woah. What’s with the wardrobe change?” He said with some sass. He kept making remarks about it. You guess he didn’t like it either. You excused yourself, and walked to the lake a few blocks away. You sat and cried. You never really minded being more athletic and heavier than the rest of the girls. Then you change, and Louis acted like an asshole. Soon you heard a car rumble pull up behind you. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Louis’ familiar voice said next to you. “Nothing, I just needed some air.” “So thats why, all this new fancy makeup is smeared all over your face?” He said, again with sass. “Louis, I don’t need to hear this. If you don’t think I’m good enough, leave. I’m sick of everyone lying, and being sassy.” “Babe, you are more that GREAT enough. You are perfect. But I want the real you, the one I fell in love with. Not someone, hiding behind a mask.” You looked at him. “I love you, (Y/N). Now lets see if your prince can help you?” You smiled, as he sat down pulling you into his lap. You sat and told him everything, and you guys sat and talked, watching the lake until the sun went down.

Zayn:

You raced Zayn to the single swing, as you guys arrived at the park. You “winning”, Zayn slowed down so you could win, but acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about. He slowly pushed you on the swing, as you guys just chatted. “I think you should push me now.” He stated. He got on the swing, and you got behind him. You pretended like you were trying to push him, and couldn’t. You knew you could, but it was fun teasing Zayn. “Okay, I give up. I can’t push you.” You said, walking around the swing and plopping on his lap. “I can think of some other things, that you are capable and very good at.” He stated, slowly kissing your neck.

Liam:

You snuggled closer to Liam as the screen slowly lit up. The light gleamed across the grass, onto the big white screen in front of us. The familiar voice of Tom Hanks boomed out of the speaker, as Woody started talking on screen. At the end of the movie, you could hear Liam singing along to ‘You’ve Got a Friend in Me.’ softly in your ear, as everyone else around you gathered their blankets, and chairs, and children and headed towards the parking lot. You watched a family of 3, saunter past. The woman holding the man’s hand, as the man carried a little girl wrapped up in a blanket, asleep on his shoulder. “Someday.” Liam mumbled beside you. Liam and yourself have been trying to talking about a child for quite some time now. You both wanted one, but it kept failing. “That someday is today.” You said back. He looked at you confused. “Liam, I’m pregnant.” His face lit with joy. He picked you up, spinning you around. Covering your face in kisses. “I love you, (Y/N). I can’t wait for this baby.”  He trailed off. “Oh. My. God. I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!” He screamed in your face.