107. #107: Snowball fights.
#107: Snowball fights.
Louis: You gave him a the head start because you swore that he needed it when you told him how good you were at ambush. Except, you weren't the one ambushing him, because before you knew it, he was sneaking up behind you and clamping a hand down over your mouth as you squealed. "Got you," he whispered softly, his hand full of snow mashing on top of your head before he released you completely. "I win again. Oops."
Niall: The minute when he least expected it, you threw the biggest snowball of the afternoon right at his butt. The snow splattered a wet spot formed right on his backside, his whole body tensing and then shivering once. "Ah!" he cries, turning towards you with raised eyebrows, "I knew you were checking my ass out." You laugh and nod, admitting just slightly. He forms a snowball, eyeing you. "Now it's my turn."
Liam: It was a big battle, both of you acting like little kids as snow pelted from left and right, landing on your face and his laughing mouth. "That was too far!" he snaps, but with the teasing in his tone and the sparkling in his eyes, you know he's just playing around. But he crawls out from behind his fort and stands up, advancing towards you with semi opened arms. "Truce? I think I could use something to warm me up. Kiss?"
Zayn: Something wet and cold splatters into the side of his face and he blanches, running a hand down his jaw before turning towards the culprit -- you. "What was that for?" he sputters, but while he's asking and you're smiling innocently at him, he bends down and grabs a fistful of snow, molding it in his palms and grinning just as innocently back at you. "I'm giving you a ten seconds start, just because I love you. Go."
Harry: The minute he realizes he knows what you're doing, he lunges at you, grabbing two fistfuls of your jacket and pulling you down onto the ground with him, allowing the cold snow to melt into your back instead of his. "Ha ha!" he cries happily, laughing at your attempts to get him off of you. "Nuh uh, I don't think so, you're not getting me with the snow," he says softly, his cheeks an amazing shade of red and his eyes shining.